The Curse 1/12, VigOrli slash
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vigorliAuthor: zebraljb
Rating: Hard R, eventually
Disclaimer: I don't know these guys, or what they do. This is all made up, with devotion & love.
Summary: Can Orlando do what it takes to keep the curse from Lord of the Rings?
THE CURSE
One
“It’s nice to meet ya,” the shorter man said to Orlando, pumping his hand excitedly. “Ya look like an elf, ya know.” Orlando loved the Scottish rise and fall of his words. “I knew ya right away. And it’s my birthday, didya know that?”
“No,” Orlando said, but he looked forward to celebrating.
The Scot’s name was Billy Boyd, and he was older than Orlando. He didn’t act it, though. If working on this movie was going to be anything like the flight with Billy, Orlando was in for the ride of his life.
“Elijah Wood,” the younger man said. His eyes were the most intense blue he had ever seen. “You’re just a baby.”
“Excuse me?” Orlando stammered.
“New to it all, aren’t you?”
“Well, I’ve done some television work, and…”
“Not the same,” Elijah said, and Billy and the other British hobbit, Dominic, nodded in agreement. “I bet you don’t even know about The Curse?”
“The Curse?” Orlando asked almost fearfully.
“Yes, the curse. You have to sleep with your close fellow actors or the movie will be shit.” The big blue eyes blinked innocently.
“Yeah, right,” Orlando scoffed, but the others didn’t even smile.
“It’s true,” Dominic said. “Me and ‘Lij shagged twice the day we got here.”
“You’re…” Orlando tried to sound politically correct.
Elijah threw an arm around Dominic’s shoulders. “We don’t like to be labeled, do we, Dommie?”
“No, we don’t,” Dominic agreed.
“So you’re saying every movie you were on?” Orlando asked.
Elijah nodded. “Once I was old enough.”
“Even Deep Impact?” Elijah nodded again. “You were only seventeen!”
Elijah smiled proudly. “I’m just warning you. You don’t get with your castmates, the movie’s doomed.” He looked at the others. “I’m hungry. Let’s go eat.” He and the other men started to walk away.
Orlando hurried after them, feeling as if he had a lot to learn.
Rating: Hard R, eventually
Disclaimer: I don't know these guys, or what they do. This is all made up, with devotion & love.
Summary: Can Orlando do what it takes to keep the curse from Lord of the Rings?
THE CURSE
One
“It’s nice to meet ya,” the shorter man said to Orlando, pumping his hand excitedly. “Ya look like an elf, ya know.” Orlando loved the Scottish rise and fall of his words. “I knew ya right away. And it’s my birthday, didya know that?”
“No,” Orlando said, but he looked forward to celebrating.
The Scot’s name was Billy Boyd, and he was older than Orlando. He didn’t act it, though. If working on this movie was going to be anything like the flight with Billy, Orlando was in for the ride of his life.
“Elijah Wood,” the younger man said. His eyes were the most intense blue he had ever seen. “You’re just a baby.”
“Excuse me?” Orlando stammered.
“New to it all, aren’t you?”
“Well, I’ve done some television work, and…”
“Not the same,” Elijah said, and Billy and the other British hobbit, Dominic, nodded in agreement. “I bet you don’t even know about The Curse?”
“The Curse?” Orlando asked almost fearfully.
“Yes, the curse. You have to sleep with your close fellow actors or the movie will be shit.” The big blue eyes blinked innocently.
“Yeah, right,” Orlando scoffed, but the others didn’t even smile.
“It’s true,” Dominic said. “Me and ‘Lij shagged twice the day we got here.”
“You’re…” Orlando tried to sound politically correct.
Elijah threw an arm around Dominic’s shoulders. “We don’t like to be labeled, do we, Dommie?”
“No, we don’t,” Dominic agreed.
“So you’re saying every movie you were on?” Orlando asked.
Elijah nodded. “Once I was old enough.”
“Even Deep Impact?” Elijah nodded again. “You were only seventeen!”
Elijah smiled proudly. “I’m just warning you. You don’t get with your castmates, the movie’s doomed.” He looked at the others. “I’m hungry. Let’s go eat.” He and the other men started to walk away.
Orlando hurried after them, feeling as if he had a lot to learn.
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