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Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
836
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
Chapter 1: In Which Our Protagonists Meet
Author: Fainpathe Elanesse
Title: When You Come Back Down
Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Alex Band from The Calling
Rating: PG for language right now, will be NC17 goodness later on!
WARNING: language, relarelationships, ridiculous plotline. Ye be warned!
Disclaimer: I'm an impoverished student who's making no money from this, honest! This obviously never happened, alas, alack. If it did, and they were mine, they'd spend a lot more time in Scotland. In my bed. Naked. Ahem. ON WITH THE FIC!!
A/N: this plot bunny bit me in the ass one night after re-reading Wherever You Will Go (my other Calling-oriented fic). It’s a ridiculous idea, but work with me, people! For the purposes of this fic, Alex is from Manchester, not America and is not famous, although he is in a band. :D Ok, so he’s kinda an OMC, but physically, he’s exactly right for the character. Same singing voice, same looks, but with a Mancunian accent!
Um, also, I don’t know how long beforehand extras were found, but on the dvd the casting director was talking about wandering about Wellington, trying to find tall, available model-types, and I found it highly amusing, so bear with me! The title is a Nickel Creek song – an awesome bluegrass/country band. Go listen! Now, now I tell you!
Oh and another quick note – I just loved Figwit, so he will be making a surprise appearance!! Yay! Figwit lives!
All quotes, when I realise they’re not my own wit and genius :D shall be footnoted, and credit given where due. If I miss one, tell me!
“Blah” denotes speech, ‘blah’ denotes thought, ~~~~~~ denotes passage of time and *blis eis emphasis. There ya go!
Chapter One: In Which Our Protagonists Meet
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‘‘Hey, you!’’
‘‘Um…’scuse me?’’ The young man turned round at a voice behind
‘‘What are you doing for the next couple of months?’’ The speaker, a youngish woman with brown hair, and an official-looking clipboard, grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the way of passers-by.
‘‘Um, nothing, I think – why?’’ He laughed nervously, before running a hand through his blonde hair.
‘‘How would you like to be an extra in a movie?’’ She looked pleadingly at him. ‘‘I’ve spent all day trying to find very tall, attractive model-types who are free for the next two years! My feet are killing me, I’m fed up of being told where to go and Ineedlikefortymorepeople,’’ she finished in a rush as she noticed his eyes glazing over.
‘‘Riiiiight…. well, I’m travelling round for the next few months, working my way up the country, so…. hey, wait, is this for Lord of The Rings?’’
‘‘That depends – are you interested?’’ The woman visibly perked up at Alex’s attention.
‘Are you interested? In being part of *the* most influential book you read as a child? Nah, course not!’ Alex thought to himself, amused, and also amazed that *he* would be approached.
“Are you kidding? Where do I sign?” He smiled almost giddily at the woman, and watched as her face split in two with a massive smile.
“Great! My name’s Liz Mullane, I’ll take down your details, and send you information. You’ll be an elf obviously…” She smiled as Alex gasped and then almost jumped up and down with glee, “…and you’ll be starting in a few weeks! Welcome to Middle Earth, Mr…. um, sorry I didn’t catch your name!”
“Band, Alex Band. Ohmygod, this is so cool!” Alex shifted from foot to foot, trying to stop himself from dancing with excitement. He was going to be an elf! Immortal, beautiful, and deadly. Giving his details to the woman in a daze, he walked down the street, not noticing where he was headed.
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“Ok, everybody, let’s take a break for lunch!” the AD shouted, before everyone scattered, desperate to get to the canteen tent first.
Alex sighed, running a hand through his long blonde hair. ‘*Wig*’ he thought to himself. ‘It’s a *wig*, not hair. For fuck’s sake, you’re getting waaay too into this!’ smiling at arguing with himself, Alex made his way to the canteen, although he was far too excited to eat. It was only his second day of shooting, and after lunch, the principal cast was going to be arriving. He’d heard the other extras talking about some of the actors, but the experience of being on the set alone was enough to make him giddy with excitement, without adding to that with thoughts of ‘celebrities’ hanging around. He didn’t want to be seen as some star-struck wannabe – he was here for the experience, not to be ‘discovered’, or meet some big star.
He strolled over to the tent, grabbed a sandwich, and sat down with a group of fellow elves he’d befriended that morning. It was weird – no elf would ever go sit with a bunch of orcs, and vice versa. It was like there was an uncrossable gulf between the two sets of extras, one that helped maintain the friendly rivalry between the two groups.
“Hey, what’s up, Alex?” The only brunette elf of their group, Bret, slapped Alex on the back as he sat down.
“Nothing much, y’know – just living the immortal life, as you do.” He replied, flashing a cheeky grin, before gesturing to the orcs sitting behind them, “and still smelling better than those filthy buggers!”
There was a chorus of assent from around the table, before everyone settled down to their lunch. Alex listened with half an ear as Bret talked about some of the scenes he was due to film with the principal cast later that day, and how this was his only sure-fire way of being on screen. He would be seated next to Aragorn, so it was highly likely he’d be included in the final cut.
“You never know, I might have some obsessive fanbase forming about me! Y’know, dark, mysterious, tortured elf of few words? I’m telling you, the girls love all that billowy-coat, king of pain stuff!”(1)
Alex snorted with laughter, then turned his attention to the door, as a rise in the general background murmur hinted that the cast had arrived. First through the tent door was Sean Bean, followed by what was obviously Aragorn, ‘hey, isn’t that the G.I. Jane dude?’ Alex thought to himself, then Frodo, (causing much whispering among the female elves), Sam, Pippin, and then…
“FUCK ME!!!!! MONAGHAN!!!!!!” The whole tent was stunned into silence as one of the elves vaulted his table and launched himself across the room at the hobbits. To be greeted by a similarly-fast-moving Dominic.
“What the fuck are you doing here, mate?” Dom gasped, as Alex squeezed the air from his lungs.
“Got stopped on the street by some weird bird with a clipboard!” Alex could barely contain his disbelief and excitement. “I can’t fucking believe it! You’re a bloody hobbit! Lucky bugger! ‘Course, elves are waaay cooler…”
Just then, the last member of the group to appear spoke up.
“I’d have to agree with you there, mate!”
Alex turned round, almost stepping on the tall blonde elf behind him. The elf winked, then looked at Dom. “ You going to introduce us then? Or do we have to stand here like a bunch of muppets?” Turning back to Alex, he spoke again, “I’m Orli, in my spare time. Legolas most of my day, obviously!”
‘And I’m so fucking yours’(2) “Um, oh, yeah, sorry” at the looks he was getting due to his long pause, Alex introduced himself, then was dragged to a table to reminisce with Dom. He looked over his shoulder once more to see Orli grinning at him. And was that a wink?
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After reminiscingh Doh Dom all lunch time, prompting many bouts of hysterical laughter and one-upmanship, Alex and the others were called back to set so they could work out camera shots of all the elves gathering to bid the Fellowship farewell. It was a long, laborious process, and Alex found his thoughts wandering to a certain elf with a cheeky grin and irrepressible personality. Throughout the lunch break, he’d been sneaking glances at Orlando, and had caught his eye a few times, causing the other man to smirk before going back to his conversation with the ‘old men’ of the group. Alex had been too busy trying to get Dom to shut about ‘That Time With The-Woman-Who-Wasn’t’ to think about it, but now, as he thought back – the other man must have been looking at him to, to catch his eye…
Nah. He was imagining things. He’d made the mistake of approaching the wrong guy before, sometimes with dangerous results. He wasn’t about to get his hopes up, and possibly even his face smashed in, just for some pretty boy with an arse to die for. Not that he’d been looking at his arse, he told himself. Course not. Orlando was probably as straight as arrow, anyway, so the point was moot.
Alex snickered to himself as thoughts of arrows led him to shafts and…. well, other such areas, before he realised he was being frowned at by the other elves, and Orlando’s eyes were twinkling with merriment across the room.
“Right, well, if we’ve all finished being amused, is everyone clear on what you’re to do?” the AD glared at Alex as she spoke, and he had the decency to look abashed. Filming started shortly after, and Alex told himself he’d go talk to Dom as soon as they stopped for the day, so they could finish catching up, and he could get some gossip on the comely elf.
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TBC…
A/N ok, I don’t have a copy of the filming schedule, so having orcs and elves together on set while filming Council scenes the same afternoon might not be entirely accurate, but cut me some slack – I may be an obsessive fan, but that doesn’t mean I’m realistic! :P
(1) Yes, yes, I admit it. I nicked that one from Riley! (Buffy the Vampire Slayer, series 4)
(2) Jay, played by the awesome Jason Mewes. This line from ‘Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back’. Go rent it now!!
Title: When You Come Back Down
Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Alex Band from The Calling
Rating: PG for language right now, will be NC17 goodness later on!
WARNING: language, relarelationships, ridiculous plotline. Ye be warned!
Disclaimer: I'm an impoverished student who's making no money from this, honest! This obviously never happened, alas, alack. If it did, and they were mine, they'd spend a lot more time in Scotland. In my bed. Naked. Ahem. ON WITH THE FIC!!
A/N: this plot bunny bit me in the ass one night after re-reading Wherever You Will Go (my other Calling-oriented fic). It’s a ridiculous idea, but work with me, people! For the purposes of this fic, Alex is from Manchester, not America and is not famous, although he is in a band. :D Ok, so he’s kinda an OMC, but physically, he’s exactly right for the character. Same singing voice, same looks, but with a Mancunian accent!
Um, also, I don’t know how long beforehand extras were found, but on the dvd the casting director was talking about wandering about Wellington, trying to find tall, available model-types, and I found it highly amusing, so bear with me! The title is a Nickel Creek song – an awesome bluegrass/country band. Go listen! Now, now I tell you!
Oh and another quick note – I just loved Figwit, so he will be making a surprise appearance!! Yay! Figwit lives!
All quotes, when I realise they’re not my own wit and genius :D shall be footnoted, and credit given where due. If I miss one, tell me!
“Blah” denotes speech, ‘blah’ denotes thought, ~~~~~~ denotes passage of time and *blis eis emphasis. There ya go!
Chapter One: In Which Our Protagonists Meet
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
‘‘Hey, you!’’
‘‘Um…’scuse me?’’ The young man turned round at a voice behind
‘‘What are you doing for the next couple of months?’’ The speaker, a youngish woman with brown hair, and an official-looking clipboard, grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the way of passers-by.
‘‘Um, nothing, I think – why?’’ He laughed nervously, before running a hand through his blonde hair.
‘‘How would you like to be an extra in a movie?’’ She looked pleadingly at him. ‘‘I’ve spent all day trying to find very tall, attractive model-types who are free for the next two years! My feet are killing me, I’m fed up of being told where to go and Ineedlikefortymorepeople,’’ she finished in a rush as she noticed his eyes glazing over.
‘‘Riiiiight…. well, I’m travelling round for the next few months, working my way up the country, so…. hey, wait, is this for Lord of The Rings?’’
‘‘That depends – are you interested?’’ The woman visibly perked up at Alex’s attention.
‘Are you interested? In being part of *the* most influential book you read as a child? Nah, course not!’ Alex thought to himself, amused, and also amazed that *he* would be approached.
“Are you kidding? Where do I sign?” He smiled almost giddily at the woman, and watched as her face split in two with a massive smile.
“Great! My name’s Liz Mullane, I’ll take down your details, and send you information. You’ll be an elf obviously…” She smiled as Alex gasped and then almost jumped up and down with glee, “…and you’ll be starting in a few weeks! Welcome to Middle Earth, Mr…. um, sorry I didn’t catch your name!”
“Band, Alex Band. Ohmygod, this is so cool!” Alex shifted from foot to foot, trying to stop himself from dancing with excitement. He was going to be an elf! Immortal, beautiful, and deadly. Giving his details to the woman in a daze, he walked down the street, not noticing where he was headed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Ok, everybody, let’s take a break for lunch!” the AD shouted, before everyone scattered, desperate to get to the canteen tent first.
Alex sighed, running a hand through his long blonde hair. ‘*Wig*’ he thought to himself. ‘It’s a *wig*, not hair. For fuck’s sake, you’re getting waaay too into this!’ smiling at arguing with himself, Alex made his way to the canteen, although he was far too excited to eat. It was only his second day of shooting, and after lunch, the principal cast was going to be arriving. He’d heard the other extras talking about some of the actors, but the experience of being on the set alone was enough to make him giddy with excitement, without adding to that with thoughts of ‘celebrities’ hanging around. He didn’t want to be seen as some star-struck wannabe – he was here for the experience, not to be ‘discovered’, or meet some big star.
He strolled over to the tent, grabbed a sandwich, and sat down with a group of fellow elves he’d befriended that morning. It was weird – no elf would ever go sit with a bunch of orcs, and vice versa. It was like there was an uncrossable gulf between the two sets of extras, one that helped maintain the friendly rivalry between the two groups.
“Hey, what’s up, Alex?” The only brunette elf of their group, Bret, slapped Alex on the back as he sat down.
“Nothing much, y’know – just living the immortal life, as you do.” He replied, flashing a cheeky grin, before gesturing to the orcs sitting behind them, “and still smelling better than those filthy buggers!”
There was a chorus of assent from around the table, before everyone settled down to their lunch. Alex listened with half an ear as Bret talked about some of the scenes he was due to film with the principal cast later that day, and how this was his only sure-fire way of being on screen. He would be seated next to Aragorn, so it was highly likely he’d be included in the final cut.
“You never know, I might have some obsessive fanbase forming about me! Y’know, dark, mysterious, tortured elf of few words? I’m telling you, the girls love all that billowy-coat, king of pain stuff!”(1)
Alex snorted with laughter, then turned his attention to the door, as a rise in the general background murmur hinted that the cast had arrived. First through the tent door was Sean Bean, followed by what was obviously Aragorn, ‘hey, isn’t that the G.I. Jane dude?’ Alex thought to himself, then Frodo, (causing much whispering among the female elves), Sam, Pippin, and then…
“FUCK ME!!!!! MONAGHAN!!!!!!” The whole tent was stunned into silence as one of the elves vaulted his table and launched himself across the room at the hobbits. To be greeted by a similarly-fast-moving Dominic.
“What the fuck are you doing here, mate?” Dom gasped, as Alex squeezed the air from his lungs.
“Got stopped on the street by some weird bird with a clipboard!” Alex could barely contain his disbelief and excitement. “I can’t fucking believe it! You’re a bloody hobbit! Lucky bugger! ‘Course, elves are waaay cooler…”
Just then, the last member of the group to appear spoke up.
“I’d have to agree with you there, mate!”
Alex turned round, almost stepping on the tall blonde elf behind him. The elf winked, then looked at Dom. “ You going to introduce us then? Or do we have to stand here like a bunch of muppets?” Turning back to Alex, he spoke again, “I’m Orli, in my spare time. Legolas most of my day, obviously!”
‘And I’m so fucking yours’(2) “Um, oh, yeah, sorry” at the looks he was getting due to his long pause, Alex introduced himself, then was dragged to a table to reminisce with Dom. He looked over his shoulder once more to see Orli grinning at him. And was that a wink?
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After reminiscingh Doh Dom all lunch time, prompting many bouts of hysterical laughter and one-upmanship, Alex and the others were called back to set so they could work out camera shots of all the elves gathering to bid the Fellowship farewell. It was a long, laborious process, and Alex found his thoughts wandering to a certain elf with a cheeky grin and irrepressible personality. Throughout the lunch break, he’d been sneaking glances at Orlando, and had caught his eye a few times, causing the other man to smirk before going back to his conversation with the ‘old men’ of the group. Alex had been too busy trying to get Dom to shut about ‘That Time With The-Woman-Who-Wasn’t’ to think about it, but now, as he thought back – the other man must have been looking at him to, to catch his eye…
Nah. He was imagining things. He’d made the mistake of approaching the wrong guy before, sometimes with dangerous results. He wasn’t about to get his hopes up, and possibly even his face smashed in, just for some pretty boy with an arse to die for. Not that he’d been looking at his arse, he told himself. Course not. Orlando was probably as straight as arrow, anyway, so the point was moot.
Alex snickered to himself as thoughts of arrows led him to shafts and…. well, other such areas, before he realised he was being frowned at by the other elves, and Orlando’s eyes were twinkling with merriment across the room.
“Right, well, if we’ve all finished being amused, is everyone clear on what you’re to do?” the AD glared at Alex as she spoke, and he had the decency to look abashed. Filming started shortly after, and Alex told himself he’d go talk to Dom as soon as they stopped for the day, so they could finish catching up, and he could get some gossip on the comely elf.
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TBC…
A/N ok, I don’t have a copy of the filming schedule, so having orcs and elves together on set while filming Council scenes the same afternoon might not be entirely accurate, but cut me some slack – I may be an obsessive fan, but that doesn’t mean I’m realistic! :P
(1) Yes, yes, I admit it. I nicked that one from Riley! (Buffy the Vampire Slayer, series 4)
(2) Jay, played by the awesome Jason Mewes. This line from ‘Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back’. Go rent it now!!