The Letter
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Category:
Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,533
Reviews:
4
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.
The Letter
Title: The Letter
Pairings: Orlando Bloom/Dominic Monaghan
Rating: PG-13, simply because there is an implied homosexual relationship.
Summary: Orli wants to solve a mystery. Angst.
Archive: Limey Sugar; all others please ask (IOW: Tell me where and send me a link).
Beta: Nope. Not serious enough for that rot. Just fun, you know.
Notes: To my knowledge, none of the events described in this *fiction* ever happened. That is why it is called fiction. I do not know any of these people personally (much to my chagrin), and therefore cannot make factual statements regarding any of their respective sexual orientations. There is no intent to cause harm to any person or make a profit from this writing.
Thoughts are in --...--, and emphases are written as *...*.
Feedback and CONSTRUCTIVE criticism are always welcome at: elvenbeauty@hotmail.com or merenwen_fefalas@yahoo.co.uk.
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When Orlando had first seen the letter, he wasn't sure what it was about or to whom it had been written. It only caught his interest because it seemed that Dom was always carrying the sodding thing around with him; he'd unfold it, read it, and then fold it up again. This mostly happened when he and Orlando were alone. In fact, Orli could not ever remember seeing Dom fiddle with it when there were others around.
Once, when Dom had gone to the loo, he?d accidentally left the letter behind at the makeup station. Orli unfolded it and read it. It read:
To You:
I wake up every day just for the sheer joy of seeing your face. I want to lose myself in the depths of your eyes. I am so madly in love with you that it hurts to be near you, but it hurts even more not to be. I want to tell you how I feel and perhaps I will someday, but for now, it is better left unsaid.
From Me
Orlando had often wondered whether the letter was written to Dom or if Dom had written it to someone.
As the months passed, the letter became tattered and worn from being read and reread by its keeper. Never again did Dom let it out of his sight. He would hold it in his hands, turning it over and over, folding it smaller and smaller.
The last day of filming was drawing nearer and nearer, and Orlando still had not figured out the mystery of the letter. He wasn?t sure why it intrigued him so much, and he'd tried to stop thinking about it- to no avail.
A few times he'd considered just asking Dom about it, but it seemed a strangely private matter, even between close friends.
When that last day finally did arrive, Orli planned to ask Dom about the letter, but with all the tearful good-byes and hugs and kisses, it was forgotten.
A few years later, Orlando was sitting in Heathrow waiting for his flight to Los Angeles. He'd been dying for a candy bar, and was looking for some coins for the candy machine in one of the pockets of his carry-on. It had been a long while since he'd used this particular piece of luggage, but he dragged it out of the hall closet for this trip.
When his hand brushed against paper, he figured he'd found a long lost fiver or something, but when he brought the treasure from its hiding spot, he was disappointed. Just a piece of notebook paper, all worn and tattered.
He almost threw it in one of the airport rubbish bins, but then curiosity got the best of him. He unfolded the paper and read it. It read:
To You:
I wake up every day just for the sheer joy of seeing your face. I want to lose myself in the depths of your eyes. I am so madly in love with you that it hurts to be near you, but it hurts even more not to be. I want to tell you how I feel and perhaps I will someday, but for now, it is better left unsaid.
From Me
He'd wondered over the years why, out of all his friends he'd made while in New Zealand, Dom was the only one who hadn't kept in touch. Now he knew.
END.
Pairings: Orlando Bloom/Dominic Monaghan
Rating: PG-13, simply because there is an implied homosexual relationship.
Summary: Orli wants to solve a mystery. Angst.
Archive: Limey Sugar; all others please ask (IOW: Tell me where and send me a link).
Beta: Nope. Not serious enough for that rot. Just fun, you know.
Notes: To my knowledge, none of the events described in this *fiction* ever happened. That is why it is called fiction. I do not know any of these people personally (much to my chagrin), and therefore cannot make factual statements regarding any of their respective sexual orientations. There is no intent to cause harm to any person or make a profit from this writing.
Thoughts are in --...--, and emphases are written as *...*.
Feedback and CONSTRUCTIVE criticism are always welcome at: elvenbeauty@hotmail.com or merenwen_fefalas@yahoo.co.uk.
****
When Orlando had first seen the letter, he wasn't sure what it was about or to whom it had been written. It only caught his interest because it seemed that Dom was always carrying the sodding thing around with him; he'd unfold it, read it, and then fold it up again. This mostly happened when he and Orlando were alone. In fact, Orli could not ever remember seeing Dom fiddle with it when there were others around.
Once, when Dom had gone to the loo, he?d accidentally left the letter behind at the makeup station. Orli unfolded it and read it. It read:
To You:
I wake up every day just for the sheer joy of seeing your face. I want to lose myself in the depths of your eyes. I am so madly in love with you that it hurts to be near you, but it hurts even more not to be. I want to tell you how I feel and perhaps I will someday, but for now, it is better left unsaid.
From Me
Orlando had often wondered whether the letter was written to Dom or if Dom had written it to someone.
As the months passed, the letter became tattered and worn from being read and reread by its keeper. Never again did Dom let it out of his sight. He would hold it in his hands, turning it over and over, folding it smaller and smaller.
The last day of filming was drawing nearer and nearer, and Orlando still had not figured out the mystery of the letter. He wasn?t sure why it intrigued him so much, and he'd tried to stop thinking about it- to no avail.
A few times he'd considered just asking Dom about it, but it seemed a strangely private matter, even between close friends.
When that last day finally did arrive, Orli planned to ask Dom about the letter, but with all the tearful good-byes and hugs and kisses, it was forgotten.
A few years later, Orlando was sitting in Heathrow waiting for his flight to Los Angeles. He'd been dying for a candy bar, and was looking for some coins for the candy machine in one of the pockets of his carry-on. It had been a long while since he'd used this particular piece of luggage, but he dragged it out of the hall closet for this trip.
When his hand brushed against paper, he figured he'd found a long lost fiver or something, but when he brought the treasure from its hiding spot, he was disappointed. Just a piece of notebook paper, all worn and tattered.
He almost threw it in one of the airport rubbish bins, but then curiosity got the best of him. He unfolded the paper and read it. It read:
To You:
I wake up every day just for the sheer joy of seeing your face. I want to lose myself in the depths of your eyes. I am so madly in love with you that it hurts to be near you, but it hurts even more not to be. I want to tell you how I feel and perhaps I will someday, but for now, it is better left unsaid.
From Me
He'd wondered over the years why, out of all his friends he'd made while in New Zealand, Dom was the only one who hadn't kept in touch. Now he knew.
END.