vigorli

Title: Running on Faith

Author: Mika

Pairing: VM/OB, OB/HS (implied)

Rating: NC-17 (eventually, anyway)

Disclaimer: It’s all made up. I’m not making any claims about anyone or anything. I make no money from this.

Chapter 4

Orlando sat quietly in his makeup chair, script changes in his lap. He didn’t look up or speak when someone came into the trailer, and he found that it didn’t matter anyway, as he was being treated as if he didn’t exist. Each day as soon as his costume and makeup were in place, Orlando would retreat to a quiet spot on the set, where he would be out of the direct flow of traffic. Sometimes he would continue reviewing the changes and try to get in character for the coming day. But today he didn’t have time to go very far, so he sat on a bench that allowed one to gaze out over the set.

He could see Billy and Dom apparently tormenting Elijah, laughing with each other. As always, it usually escalated with the addition of other members of the fellowship. He felt a deep physical pain in his chest, each time like this seemed to hurt just a little bit more. He longed for companionship again, just to have someone to talk to. His eyes fell on Viggo, who had joined in the fun. He missed him so much.

Orlando spent most nights crying himself to sleep, and that was on the nights when he could actually get some rest. He was tired all the time, and the persistent nagging throb in his groin that came every evening made it difficult to relax and get the rest he needed. He had chalked up the pain to the amount of physical activity he was doing while on the set but the lump seemed larger and he wondered if that was causing the pain. Last but not least, there was his back, and he found himself downing pill after pill to keep the hurting at bay. He was scheduled to go to the doctor’s at the beginning of the week, and Orlando was terrified of what was going to be found.

Several days had passed and Orlando just seem to go through the motions, trying to work through the days with as little interaction with people as he could, then quietly retreating from the set so he could go home and try to rest.

Orlando didn't even know what day it was, and the fact that his birthday had been approaching was the farthest thing from his mind. As with everyone else, a cake was always served complete with everyone singing happy birthday, and it seemed that Orlando was not to be an exception. All he wanted to do was to run away and hide, the last thing that he wanted was to have all eyes on him when they truly did not care. Orlando tried to keep his focus on the cake and not look up at any of the people that were surrounding the area. Orlando knew that we wouldn’t have to raise his eyes to confirm that none of the fellowship was participating.

After they finished he cut the first piece of cake and then thankfully Fran came up and took the knife from him whispering that she would go ahead and serve everyone else. Orlando did his best to slip away, and put some distance between him and the rest of the fellowship. He wasn't paying much attention to which direction he was headed when 2 orcs grabbed each of his two arms and pulled him over to the side.

"Well now, we can't let you get away without your birthday spanking, can we?", One of these stuntmen hissed at him. Orlando swallowed hard as he realized what was about to happen, and he hoped that the presence of all the other people around the area would keep them from hurting him too much. They pulled him over to the side of the set and pushed him up against the wall, each of them holding his arms tightly. He could hear them whispering back and forth to each other and then a third stuntman was leaning close to him and whispering in his ear that he was going to pay for hurting Viggo.

Orlando felt if all the air had been pushed out of his body when the first blow struck across his buttocks. Sounds of laughter filled the air as everyone decided to join in, everyone making crude remarks about having their turn. He hoped that he would not have to endure this for very long, and he kept his eyes closed not wanting to see the looks of pity and hate that they were going to give him. He was starting to get tired, his arms were hurting from being held so tightly and his backside was starting to burn heavily.

Orlando was starting to pant, trying to stay focused and quietly praying to himself that this would be over soon. He could hear the hobbits in the background cheering the stuntmen on, telling them to give them a lick for them. Finally the stuntmen loosened their grip on his arms, and Orlando could feel his feet slipping on the slick ground as he began to lose his balance and fall. The stuntman was in mid stride and the paddle that he was swinging connected with Orlando's lower back instead of his buttocks. He gasped in pain and squeezed his eyes shut trying to hold back his cry of pain. He could hear someone talking and his arms were released as he struggled to stay upright on his own. Suddenly, all of the people that were around him vanished, leaving him trembling with pain.

Peter had called an end to filming for the day and Orlando quickly exited off the set, his head down, trying to avoid everyone's gaze. He went to costuming first to get rid of this elf attire, then he made his way over to the makeup trailer to take off his wig and clean up for the day. He could only hope that the Viggo wasn't in the makeup trailer; Orlando didn't think he could stand looking into his eyes right now.

Luckily he found the makeup trailer empty and he began the process of pulling the wig off himself not waiting for his makeup artist to assist him. He went down the hall to the bathroom and scrubbed his face to remove the makeup. After he finished, Orlando stood staring into the mirror at his face. His body was visibly shaking as he turned around and lifted his T-shirt so he could see his back. There were several spots along his lower back that were already heavily bruised. He slowly eased down his track pants to see nothing but reddened skin that was blotched with bruises. His lower back was really hurting now and Orlando wondered how badly he was hurt. It wouldn’t be long before he got his answer.

Viggo had watch everything that had happened, his heart torn between letting them give Orlando what he felt he deserved and running to him to stop this mistreatment. After it was over he noted that Orlando left very quickly, and Viggo didn't see him again until he was walking away from the makeup trailer. He had his head down looking at the ground which was the norm these days, as Orlando did everything he could to avoid any interaction with anyone. His arms were wrapped tightly around himself and Viggo could see the red blotches on his face where he had been crying.

He followed along behind Orlando to see where he was going, and he felt nervous and unsettled as he realized that he was going to the medical trailer. Waiting a few moments for Orlando to go in, Viggo quietly eased up to the door and opened it to see if he could see Orlando anywhere. The door to the back exam room was shut and Viggo slipped down the hall to see if he could hear anything. He could hear Orlando quietly sobbing on the other side of the door as he and the doctor talked about what had happened. Viggo felt nauseous, they had hurt Orlando and he had stood by and watched it happen. His eyes filled with tears as he heard the doctor murmuring reassurances that his kidneys were bruised and that the bleeding would stop soon and he would be fine. Take a shuddering breath, Viggo quietly eased from the medical trailer, he wanted to finish up so he could go home and deal with his own demons.

TBC