Confession: Have you melted a cold heart before?
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Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
3,384
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
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Title: Confession: Have you melted a cold heart before? 1
Series: Confession
Author: Sivan Shemesh sivan325@walla.co.il
Beta: Tattoo Moon
Pairing: V/O
Rating: PG-13 (In this part).
Warning: Memories of the past, angst, attempt of suicide.
Disclaimer: I only borrowed them for the story. This never happened in real life.
Spoiler: Set between shooting LoTR films. AU.
Summary: Have you melted a cold heart before?
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Part 1: Have you melted a cold heart before?
1.
New Zealand
While filming FOTR
2 years and 7 months ago… payday…
The LotR cast was waiting patiently for their paychecks. All of them except Orlando. After a few minutes of waiting, the girl that was in charge of giving them their payment entered the room and started distributing the checks.
“Where’s Orlando?” she asked, noticing the absence of the young man.
“Right here,” was heard from the door, where a not so radiant looking young man was standing. Orlando walked over the girl and took the check. “Thanks,” sighed Orlando.
Nobody knew why the young man looked so miserable on paydays. Viggo watched Orlando leave the set and went after him without hesitation. He followed Orlando to his house and was surprised see where he was living. Viggo wondered what Orlando did with his money that he couldn’t afford a better place.
Orlando was lost in thought when he entered his house, but snapped out of it when his door grunted in pain.
“What the fu....” Orlando then realized that it wasn’t his door grunting, but Viggo – who was sprawled on the floor covering his face. “Viggo? What, ehm, what are you doing here?” Orlando realized how careless he had been not noticing he was being followed.
“I, I mean we were only…” tried to explain Viggo, but was interrupted before he could finish.
“Save it, Viggo,” Orlando said grabbing Viggo’s hand and entering his small flat. Inside, Orlando led Viggo to his scarcely furnished living room and laid him on the sofa, then he went to the kitchen, where he retrieved a bag full of ice. “Press it against your face. It will keep the swelling down. You can stay until you feel better, then leave,” said Orlando coldly, leaving a bewildered Viggo on his sofa. “Oh, and Viggo, lock the door on your way out.”
Viggo didn’t know what had happened to Orlando to make him like this. And whatever it was, Viggo was certain he wasn’t going to be able to help him at the moment, but he hoped in time Orlando would open up to him.
A few hours later, Orli heard the door close. Viggo had left. Orlando left his bedroom; sitting where Viggo had sat a few minutes ago, he started writing a letter. When he was finished, he put some money inside the envelope and closed it. ‘I wish you would leave me alone,’ Orli thought staring at the little money he had left.
The next morning, Orlando arrived on the set smiling. It wasn’t a sign of happiness, but of accomplishment. Every month, after payday, he’d smile that way.
The indistinctive sound of Viggo whimpering got everyone’s attention.
“Hey! Vig, what happened to you?” Dom asked noticing the large bruise on Viggo’s face
“Believe me, you don’t want to know,” Viggo said trying to catch Orli’s eyes.
Peter, hearing the comments that were already floating around the set stood in front of Viggo, inspected his face and with an exasperated grunt he said: “OK, EVERYBODY, LISTEN UP!” He paused, making sure everybody was listening. “We are not shooting today. Take the day off.” Peter left the set shaking his head.
“Okay, now tell us how you got those ugly bruises,” Billy said
“Who did this to you, Viggo? I‘ll kill him,” Sean Bean said.
“You don’t need to kill anyone. It doesn’t change anything,” said Viggo matter of factly.
“Then who did it?” Dom asked.
“It was me,” Viggo said. Their looks almost made him laugh, but he didn’t.
“What?” they all asked.
Viggo saw the look of pure shock in Orlando’s face and decided not to say anything.
“Viggo, has anyone threatened you?” whispered Elijah to him.
“I fell,” Viggo said.
Orli was the only one that knew what really had happened. For an unknown reason, his heart was beating faster and faster.
“Viggo, come on. We know that someone hurt you,” Sean Bean said.
“Is it that obvious?" Viggo whispered.
End of Chapter 1.
R/R
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Oh... did I mention that I finish Part 1? Evil grin...
Series: Confession
Author: Sivan Shemesh sivan325@walla.co.il
Beta: Tattoo Moon
Pairing: V/O
Rating: PG-13 (In this part).
Warning: Memories of the past, angst, attempt of suicide.
Disclaimer: I only borrowed them for the story. This never happened in real life.
Spoiler: Set between shooting LoTR films. AU.
Summary: Have you melted a cold heart before?
~
Part 1: Have you melted a cold heart before?
1.
New Zealand
While filming FOTR
2 years and 7 months ago… payday…
The LotR cast was waiting patiently for their paychecks. All of them except Orlando. After a few minutes of waiting, the girl that was in charge of giving them their payment entered the room and started distributing the checks.
“Where’s Orlando?” she asked, noticing the absence of the young man.
“Right here,” was heard from the door, where a not so radiant looking young man was standing. Orlando walked over the girl and took the check. “Thanks,” sighed Orlando.
Nobody knew why the young man looked so miserable on paydays. Viggo watched Orlando leave the set and went after him without hesitation. He followed Orlando to his house and was surprised see where he was living. Viggo wondered what Orlando did with his money that he couldn’t afford a better place.
Orlando was lost in thought when he entered his house, but snapped out of it when his door grunted in pain.
“What the fu....” Orlando then realized that it wasn’t his door grunting, but Viggo – who was sprawled on the floor covering his face. “Viggo? What, ehm, what are you doing here?” Orlando realized how careless he had been not noticing he was being followed.
“I, I mean we were only…” tried to explain Viggo, but was interrupted before he could finish.
“Save it, Viggo,” Orlando said grabbing Viggo’s hand and entering his small flat. Inside, Orlando led Viggo to his scarcely furnished living room and laid him on the sofa, then he went to the kitchen, where he retrieved a bag full of ice. “Press it against your face. It will keep the swelling down. You can stay until you feel better, then leave,” said Orlando coldly, leaving a bewildered Viggo on his sofa. “Oh, and Viggo, lock the door on your way out.”
Viggo didn’t know what had happened to Orlando to make him like this. And whatever it was, Viggo was certain he wasn’t going to be able to help him at the moment, but he hoped in time Orlando would open up to him.
A few hours later, Orli heard the door close. Viggo had left. Orlando left his bedroom; sitting where Viggo had sat a few minutes ago, he started writing a letter. When he was finished, he put some money inside the envelope and closed it. ‘I wish you would leave me alone,’ Orli thought staring at the little money he had left.
The next morning, Orlando arrived on the set smiling. It wasn’t a sign of happiness, but of accomplishment. Every month, after payday, he’d smile that way.
The indistinctive sound of Viggo whimpering got everyone’s attention.
“Hey! Vig, what happened to you?” Dom asked noticing the large bruise on Viggo’s face
“Believe me, you don’t want to know,” Viggo said trying to catch Orli’s eyes.
Peter, hearing the comments that were already floating around the set stood in front of Viggo, inspected his face and with an exasperated grunt he said: “OK, EVERYBODY, LISTEN UP!” He paused, making sure everybody was listening. “We are not shooting today. Take the day off.” Peter left the set shaking his head.
“Okay, now tell us how you got those ugly bruises,” Billy said
“Who did this to you, Viggo? I‘ll kill him,” Sean Bean said.
“You don’t need to kill anyone. It doesn’t change anything,” said Viggo matter of factly.
“Then who did it?” Dom asked.
“It was me,” Viggo said. Their looks almost made him laugh, but he didn’t.
“What?” they all asked.
Viggo saw the look of pure shock in Orlando’s face and decided not to say anything.
“Viggo, has anyone threatened you?” whispered Elijah to him.
“I fell,” Viggo said.
Orli was the only one that knew what really had happened. For an unknown reason, his heart was beating faster and faster.
“Viggo, come on. We know that someone hurt you,” Sean Bean said.
“Is it that obvious?" Viggo whispered.
End of Chapter 1.
R/R
-~-~--~
Oh... did I mention that I finish Part 1? Evil grin...