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Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,206
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction! I do not know Orlando Bloom or Elijah Wood, and I do not profit from these writings.
I Don't Love You
I DON’T LOVE YOU
BY JOXIE
Title : I Don’t Love You
Author : Joxie
Pairing : Orlando/Elijah RPS
Rating : NC17 For Adult Themes And Language.
Summary : Orlando and Elijah have been together for years, somthing is
about to go very wrong.
Disclaimer : Complete Cobblers I Own Nothing And
Know Neither Actor.
Feedback : Pretty Please.
Author’s Notes : I will be posting a sequel to this story.
I DON’T LOVE YOU
BY JOXIE
Orlando looked down at Elijah sleeping by his side. How long had they been together it must be going on for ten years now. In all that time he still didn’t feel he knew Elijah all that well, still felt kept at a distance in some ways.
It had all started within a few weeks of filming LOTR. He remembered when Astin found out he had taken him aside and told him not to hurt the slightly younger man. No concern that he might be hurt, even at the very beginning everyone seemed to see him as anybodies darling.
That had hurt him; he had dashed from the trailer leaving Sean opened mouthed and gaping after him.
Elijah from the beginning had wanted to keep there relationship for want of a more suitable word a secret, so it was a shock Astin knew.
If he knew then all the hobbits must know and if all the hobbits knew then the rest of the fellowship knew. Orlando had felt sick the lack of trust tearing at his guts.
That night he and Elijah had there first real argument on the theme of how come Elijah could tell who the fuck he liked about them and not Orlando.
From that argument he realized how there relationship was going to be but he went ahead with it anyway.
It was during that argument that he told Elijah he didn’t love him. In return his lover, his boyfriend whatever the hell he was replied that he didn’t love him either.
Looking back it all should have ended there, hindsight is a wonderful thing and here he was ten years later. The tears out weighing the laughter and a feeling of wasted time crowding in on him.
Even now there was no shared house or apartment. No home just series of flits between each others houses and hotel rooms.
Only close family members knew about them and the fellowship. He had gotten used to the pitying looks from the rest of the LOTR cast. With whom he shared surface relationships now considering them to be more Elijah’s friends than his own friends.
How could Elijah look so innocent in his sleep ? Yes Orlando didn’t love him, didn’t love him to death. Tired so tired of it all his best acting would never gain him an Oscar. His life was his best performance.
This time at Viggo’s ranch was a couple of weeks just for the two of them. Where it would be safe to touch, to kiss, act like lovers. It all came back to acting; Orlando never thought he would ever tire of acting.
Listlessly he climbed out of the bed and headed towards the bathroom. He stepped into the shower letting the water cleanse him, a ritual cleansing his mind supplied and choked off a desperate laugh.
Thoughtfully he reached out of the shower and grabbed his cut throat razor. The water still splashing over him, he tested the edge with his thumb. It was just right perfectly sharp.
Holding the blade steady he brought it down and across his other wrist. Then changing hands he repeated the motion. As the blood poured from him so did the pain and unhappiness. Orlando felt he could sleep now and get some needed rest.
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The moment Orlando left the bed Elijah was awake. The distress of his lover, which he had been trying to ignore bit deeply at him. When was the last time Orlando had been truly and gloriously happy ?
Years certainly Orlando put on a good act, but Elijah knew and had ignored all the subtle and not so subtle signs. Putting his career, their careers first and his lover second.
When they argued it was always along the same lines. Orlando wanted them to come out, buy a house and create a home. To start being honest with themselves and everybody else.
Fear held Elijah back fear of everything he could lose. Each time he won this argument, he felt the slightest of changes in Orlando. A loss of hope and a little more unhappiness.
Both packed their schedules with plenty of work making there time together less hoping it would make it mean more.
This fourteen day break on Viggo’s ranch was the longest stretch of time they had had together in six months. When Elijah had arrived Orlando had hugged him and smiled but his eyes gave away his emotional state.
Hearing the shower he was tempted from the bed. He put a dressing gown on and headed for the bathroom. Blood splattered shower curtains hid the slumped form of his lover. For one moment everything seemed to stop and then speed up again.
Elijah pulled Orlando from the shower, tied a towel around one wrist and then applied pressure to the other wrist using his hands, hands now red with blood.
All the while yelling for Viggo, who stumbled half a sleep into the bathroom, “Holy hell, what the fuck…” He began.
“911, phone 911” Elijah all but screeched.
Now twelve hours later in a private hospital room a still white body with stitched and bandaged writs lay unmoving in a bed.
By his side sat Elijah; Billy sat over the other side of the bed, while Dom looked out of the window. They were to be a surprise for Orlando an attempt to try and find the fun again. Instead a surprise had been sprung on them.
It was Dom who asked the question that was hanging in the air, “Didn’t you notice anything wrong ?” His eyes never left the view out of the window.
“He was unhappy”, Elijah said quietly.
“Ah” Dom shifted his feet, “I understand why you kept him on a tight rein while all the rings stuff was going on, but” he was cut off .
“Dom !” pleaded Elijah.
“He maybe your lover but he is our friend as well” Billy said without fuss.
A small telling silence occurred.
“The time was never right, I didn’t realize, he…” Words failed Elijah.
Viggo entered the room he looked irritated having just got off the phone. Dealing with the agency that represented Orlando had not been pleasant. Already rumours were flying about his suicide attempt and everybody was for hushing it up and all the reasons for it.
Not wanting to understand that all the secrets were the real reason behind the tragedy. He walked over to Orlando and gently brushed his hair from his brow and kissed the smooth skin.
“There all for going on with - don’t ask, don’t tell - the bastard lot of them” Viggo growled.
Energy pulsed through Elijah, “No, we’re not hiding this and if he still wants us to come out we are. Orlando is not going to be the first casualty of those bloody films” Elijah promised both himself and his lover.
“Elijah” Viggo gestured to Orlando.
His eyes were open and he was staring at Elijah, “You do still want that, want us, don’t you ? We could move to England buy a house and make that home you’ve always wanted” passionate belief lit Elijah from within.
Eyes locked Orlando croaked, “Hollywood ?”
“Can go fuck itself, we can get plenty of work in Europe” was the blunt reply.
“All I ever wanted was you” mumbled Orlando.
“You’ve got me, I’m all yours and I’m never letting you go, this will work.” It was truthful promise.
“I don’t love you” A small smile and a tone of voice that betrayed the words
“I don’t love you either” Elijah smiled through his tears as Orlando reached for him.
They didn’t notice as the three other men left the room, giving them the privacy they needed at that moment.
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Two years later Orlando was starring in a London West End production. While Elijah was making a TV drama for the BBC.
They had settled well in London, Orlando liked being near his family again. He also enjoyed the frequent visits made by the hobbits and other members of the Rings cast.
Both he and Elijah were happy and content. Scripts were even beginning to arrive from Hollywood again, though nothing tempting enough to lure them back so far.
To there surprise they had learnt that it was better to work for there living and not live for there work. If either were tempted to forget this lesson all they had to do was look at Orlando’s wrists.
The End
BY JOXIE
Title : I Don’t Love You
Author : Joxie
Pairing : Orlando/Elijah RPS
Rating : NC17 For Adult Themes And Language.
Summary : Orlando and Elijah have been together for years, somthing is
about to go very wrong.
Disclaimer : Complete Cobblers I Own Nothing And
Know Neither Actor.
Feedback : Pretty Please.
Author’s Notes : I will be posting a sequel to this story.
I DON’T LOVE YOU
BY JOXIE
Orlando looked down at Elijah sleeping by his side. How long had they been together it must be going on for ten years now. In all that time he still didn’t feel he knew Elijah all that well, still felt kept at a distance in some ways.
It had all started within a few weeks of filming LOTR. He remembered when Astin found out he had taken him aside and told him not to hurt the slightly younger man. No concern that he might be hurt, even at the very beginning everyone seemed to see him as anybodies darling.
That had hurt him; he had dashed from the trailer leaving Sean opened mouthed and gaping after him.
Elijah from the beginning had wanted to keep there relationship for want of a more suitable word a secret, so it was a shock Astin knew.
If he knew then all the hobbits must know and if all the hobbits knew then the rest of the fellowship knew. Orlando had felt sick the lack of trust tearing at his guts.
That night he and Elijah had there first real argument on the theme of how come Elijah could tell who the fuck he liked about them and not Orlando.
From that argument he realized how there relationship was going to be but he went ahead with it anyway.
It was during that argument that he told Elijah he didn’t love him. In return his lover, his boyfriend whatever the hell he was replied that he didn’t love him either.
Looking back it all should have ended there, hindsight is a wonderful thing and here he was ten years later. The tears out weighing the laughter and a feeling of wasted time crowding in on him.
Even now there was no shared house or apartment. No home just series of flits between each others houses and hotel rooms.
Only close family members knew about them and the fellowship. He had gotten used to the pitying looks from the rest of the LOTR cast. With whom he shared surface relationships now considering them to be more Elijah’s friends than his own friends.
How could Elijah look so innocent in his sleep ? Yes Orlando didn’t love him, didn’t love him to death. Tired so tired of it all his best acting would never gain him an Oscar. His life was his best performance.
This time at Viggo’s ranch was a couple of weeks just for the two of them. Where it would be safe to touch, to kiss, act like lovers. It all came back to acting; Orlando never thought he would ever tire of acting.
Listlessly he climbed out of the bed and headed towards the bathroom. He stepped into the shower letting the water cleanse him, a ritual cleansing his mind supplied and choked off a desperate laugh.
Thoughtfully he reached out of the shower and grabbed his cut throat razor. The water still splashing over him, he tested the edge with his thumb. It was just right perfectly sharp.
Holding the blade steady he brought it down and across his other wrist. Then changing hands he repeated the motion. As the blood poured from him so did the pain and unhappiness. Orlando felt he could sleep now and get some needed rest.
####################################
The moment Orlando left the bed Elijah was awake. The distress of his lover, which he had been trying to ignore bit deeply at him. When was the last time Orlando had been truly and gloriously happy ?
Years certainly Orlando put on a good act, but Elijah knew and had ignored all the subtle and not so subtle signs. Putting his career, their careers first and his lover second.
When they argued it was always along the same lines. Orlando wanted them to come out, buy a house and create a home. To start being honest with themselves and everybody else.
Fear held Elijah back fear of everything he could lose. Each time he won this argument, he felt the slightest of changes in Orlando. A loss of hope and a little more unhappiness.
Both packed their schedules with plenty of work making there time together less hoping it would make it mean more.
This fourteen day break on Viggo’s ranch was the longest stretch of time they had had together in six months. When Elijah had arrived Orlando had hugged him and smiled but his eyes gave away his emotional state.
Hearing the shower he was tempted from the bed. He put a dressing gown on and headed for the bathroom. Blood splattered shower curtains hid the slumped form of his lover. For one moment everything seemed to stop and then speed up again.
Elijah pulled Orlando from the shower, tied a towel around one wrist and then applied pressure to the other wrist using his hands, hands now red with blood.
All the while yelling for Viggo, who stumbled half a sleep into the bathroom, “Holy hell, what the fuck…” He began.
“911, phone 911” Elijah all but screeched.
Now twelve hours later in a private hospital room a still white body with stitched and bandaged writs lay unmoving in a bed.
By his side sat Elijah; Billy sat over the other side of the bed, while Dom looked out of the window. They were to be a surprise for Orlando an attempt to try and find the fun again. Instead a surprise had been sprung on them.
It was Dom who asked the question that was hanging in the air, “Didn’t you notice anything wrong ?” His eyes never left the view out of the window.
“He was unhappy”, Elijah said quietly.
“Ah” Dom shifted his feet, “I understand why you kept him on a tight rein while all the rings stuff was going on, but” he was cut off .
“Dom !” pleaded Elijah.
“He maybe your lover but he is our friend as well” Billy said without fuss.
A small telling silence occurred.
“The time was never right, I didn’t realize, he…” Words failed Elijah.
Viggo entered the room he looked irritated having just got off the phone. Dealing with the agency that represented Orlando had not been pleasant. Already rumours were flying about his suicide attempt and everybody was for hushing it up and all the reasons for it.
Not wanting to understand that all the secrets were the real reason behind the tragedy. He walked over to Orlando and gently brushed his hair from his brow and kissed the smooth skin.
“There all for going on with - don’t ask, don’t tell - the bastard lot of them” Viggo growled.
Energy pulsed through Elijah, “No, we’re not hiding this and if he still wants us to come out we are. Orlando is not going to be the first casualty of those bloody films” Elijah promised both himself and his lover.
“Elijah” Viggo gestured to Orlando.
His eyes were open and he was staring at Elijah, “You do still want that, want us, don’t you ? We could move to England buy a house and make that home you’ve always wanted” passionate belief lit Elijah from within.
Eyes locked Orlando croaked, “Hollywood ?”
“Can go fuck itself, we can get plenty of work in Europe” was the blunt reply.
“All I ever wanted was you” mumbled Orlando.
“You’ve got me, I’m all yours and I’m never letting you go, this will work.” It was truthful promise.
“I don’t love you” A small smile and a tone of voice that betrayed the words
“I don’t love you either” Elijah smiled through his tears as Orlando reached for him.
They didn’t notice as the three other men left the room, giving them the privacy they needed at that moment.
####################################
Two years later Orlando was starring in a London West End production. While Elijah was making a TV drama for the BBC.
They had settled well in London, Orlando liked being near his family again. He also enjoyed the frequent visits made by the hobbits and other members of the Rings cast.
Both he and Elijah were happy and content. Scripts were even beginning to arrive from Hollywood again, though nothing tempting enough to lure them back so far.
To there surprise they had learnt that it was better to work for there living and not live for there work. If either were tempted to forget this lesson all they had to do was look at Orlando’s wrists.
The End