The Battle Of Kings (Complete)
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vigorliThe battle of kings
By: Wildchild
Rating: NC 17
Summary: RPS FIC! Orli questions his acting abilities as his cast mates notice a big change in his personality. Why you ask? Well read and find out!
Paring: Orli / Vig
This is an RPS story and it totally fictional! In no way did this happen in real life. It came from my very own twisted mind.
Special thanks to my beta Cass she is wonderful!! She listens to me when I whine and encourages me to keep going! Thanks a million Cass!
Feedback: Please! I live for feedback with out it I shall perish in the depths of Moria…..
Disclaimer: I do not own the charters nor the people who portray them ~only if I did own Orlando Bloom and Viggo Mortensen or even Legolas and Aragorn… ~ They belong respectively to themselves and J.R.R. Tolkien. The story line however is my own.
Archiving: If you have a fic site and want it.. take it just tell me where it is going.
Orli looked around his apartment, he was glad New Line had popped for it now. When he had first moved here he hated it, it was large and lonely but now it was a haven for all his cast mates on their days off. It was the weekend party location, a place to run lines if you wanted to or just to hang out and watch movies. The only thing that wasn’t done here was the ‘sessions’ Ian liked so well in which you had to be very uncomfortable while you spent hours answering personal questions. An attempt to get to know one another Ian offered when they started. Looking back on it and laughing he realized Ian was right, it was uncomfortable and embarrassing but it broke the ice and everyone instantly bonded. Now Orli found that he was never alone in his big apartment and he loved it!
He was a bit nervous about the newest members of the cast however, Karl Urban and Bernard Hill had been flown out three weeks ago to get to know everyone and get their routines adjusted to life in Middle Earth before they started their official shoots. Karl and Orli hit it off really well. He was a great man, funny an all out prankster and Orli felt totally at ease with him. Hill (Or ‘the king’ as everyone has come to call him) on the other hand was not quite as laid back. Orli respected that, he understood not all actors were into having fun on set and stuff but Hill seemed to think Orli’s acting abilities were zero to none. No matter how hard he tried these days he just didn’t seem to do well, in his mind anyway. He was sure Peter was going to fire him soon.
With a sigh he stood and stretched his stiff body trying to remember why he’d slept in a chair. Glancing at the sofa and seeing Lij asleep he remembered. The hobbits, noticing his down state lately had come by last night with a ton of movies and beer. By two am Dom and Billy were totally ripped so he put one of them in his bed and the other in the guest room finally tucking Lij comfortably on the sofa leaving him with the chair. He laughed to himself and began picking up empty beer bottles and chip bags before heading to the shower.
Dressed and a bit more relaxed after his shower Orli sat down to put on his shoes. “What the hell are you doing up at six am on your day off?” a very sleepy Lij questioned.
Orli laughed and reached over mussing his hair, “Gotta go out for a bit mate. Go back to sleep.”
“Hot date?” Lij teased.
“At six am I’m not sure any date could be hot,” he laughed. “Just something I want to do,” He explained as he stood and grabbed his keys.
“Can I come?”
Orli had every intention of saying now but when he turned and found the sad Frodo eyes and pouting face he caved, “Fine but hurry up and don’t wake the others.” Lij rushed to get dressed and he sighed, “Peter is going to kill me.”
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Lij was bouncing in the seat when they arrived at a very small airstrip. “Ok, I’ve been quiet the entire drive but now you have to tell me; what the hell are we doing here?”
Orli laughed as they got out of the car and started walking toward the offices, “You are going to set in the nice comfy office while I take a leap from one of those planes.”
“What?” Lij turned to face him walking backwards smiling from ear to ear, “I want to go up!”
“No way! Not going to happen hobbit boy!”
“Why not? Your not my mother!”
“Would your mother allow you to do this?” He pulled out his cell phone as if to dial a number, “Lets ask her.”
“No!” He yelled snatching the phone from Orli’s hand then laughing.
“You’re not going up, it’s far too dangerous. Besides Peter, Vig and Ian are going to kill me for just bringing you here God forbid I let you go up in one of those,” he pointed to a row of small single engine planes.
“Like they won’t kill you anyway for doing it yourself!”
“They are not going to find out, besides I’m not the star of the movies so it’s no big,” he said as they walked into the small office. He told the receptionist who he was and his appointment time and she gave him directions to the proper hanger. Once out side the conversation continued.
“Why do you do that?” Lij asked.
“Do what?”
“Act like you’re nothing to these movies?”
He gave a fake laugh, “Hobbits and humans rule this film Lij. We elves always get the bottom billing,” he joked.
“Damn it Orli I’m serious! You act like you have no part in this yet your brilliant at what you do!” Trying to ignore the conversation all together Orli glanced at his watch and continued walking. Lij grabbed his arm forcing him to stop and face him, “I know how hard you work Orli, we all do. I just don’t know why you think it doesn’t matter.”
“Because it doesn’t!” he snapped causing two employees to look at them. Taking a deep calming breath he lowered his voice, “Lij, I love this job, this is the most wonderful gift I’ve ever been given but no one knows better than me that I’m here out of luck nothing more. I love learning from cast mates in hopes that one day I may become a good actor but I’m not now, I know that!” He started to walk away but turned back to his friend, “The respect I have for this job, for the character Legolas is more then anyone else could ever have. I pour my heart and soul into this elf knowing he has few speaking lines, his actions proving to people who he is and what he is about but that is to me. In my mind I play the part that well, Lij. In my mind I can make people feel his emotions through his actions but in real life it isn’t that way.” He sighed, “Glue a wig and ears on anyone and they can play the part the way I’m doing it now.” He stormed off to the hanger reluctantly Lij followed.
After a few quick instructions on how to open his shoot and land Orli was pushed on to a plane and in the air. Lij was loaded into a jeep so he could wait for him at the ‘drop zone’. Once there he jumped from the jeep and watched the sky. When he spotted the plane he grabbed his camera and started filming. What looked like two small dots jumped from the craft and were hurdling toward the ground at an unbelievable rate of speed. He let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding when the shoots opened safely and started cheering.
When Orli was safe on the ground and detaching his shoot he found his arms full of hobbit, “Your insane, Orli!”
He laughed and set Lij down, “That was fucking amazing! I want to do it again!”
The instructor who had jumped with Orli patted him on the back, “That was a great jump kid, you sure it was your first time?”
“Yeah but it won’t be my last!” he beamed.
“You’ve got potential kid,” he encouraged as he gathered his own shoot.
They arrived back at the airstrip and Lij and Orli jumped from the back of the jeep. Lij hit the ground with a yelp and Orli was at his side instantly, “Are you ok? What happened?”
“I’m fine, I’m fine,” he insisted. “I just twisted my ankle a bit.”
Orli helped him up and noticed he grimaced at his first step, “Ok, you’re going to a doctor.”
“No! I’m fine damn it!”
Orli started to argue but decided against it. “Ok if you can walk to the car with out pain you don’t have to go.”
Lij started walking and laughed as Orli’s gaze followed him intently. “Would you prefer I hop?” he started hopping around in circles. He looked back and saw Orli was not amused, “Fine, how about skipping?” I’ll skip to the car!” He did just that he skipped to the car.
The other men burst into laughter with Orli soon following, “Cheeky little bastard!”
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The next day on the set, although they were still working on FOTR Peter thought the weather was perfect to shoot the scenes of Legolas, Aragorn, Gandalf and Gimli on horse back for TTT. They had been working with the horses since the first week they arrived in New Zealand knowing that they would have to know the animals and their reactions so now was the time to see if it paid off.
While waiting for John’s stunt double to get into costume Vig, Ian and Orli mounted their steeds. All was fine, jokes being told and teasing being done. Karl was on the set just to get to know everyone better and see how things worked. Hill was there as well trying to talk Peter into changing the script by cutting some of Viggo’s lines and giving them to him. He was demanding and rude even to Peter, which earned him the nickname ‘the king’ but it was to late to replace anyone unless it was absolutely necessary.
Karl and Vig were teasing Orli relentlessly. Vig laughed, “You need a manicure, elfboy, you seem to have broken a nail.”
“Oh wait,” Karl laughed, “You have two hairs out of place there, Leggy!”
Orli looked at them and shook his head, “Filthy humans!” Everyone laughed.
Karl moved over next to Ian talking about a play he’d seen Ian in. Vig reached over and patted Orli on the back, “After the staff meeting tonight why don’t you and the hobbits come by Ian’s place for a cook out?”
“Sounds like Karl is about to get his first ‘hell session’.”
Vig laughed, “Did you think Ian would let him get by with out it. Poor man is totally unsuspecting. He thinks it’s just a cookout.”
“Is everyone going to be there?”
Vig was confused, “Yeah, just like always.”
“Will ‘the king’ be there?”
Vig noticed the uneasiness in Orli’s posture and voice, “You really don’t like him, do you?”
Thinking about his answer for a moment he sighed, “It’s not that, I just, he makes me nervous.”
“Why?” Vig prompted.
“I am nothing in his eyes, I just wouldn’t want him to find out any of the stupid things that I’m noted to do.”
“Ok,” Peter yelled. “Go ahead and take your places, Gimli is on his way.”
Orli was glad for the interruption and trotted his horse to its mark; Vig and Ian did the same. “Legolas,” Peter shouted again, “Lets change this, I want you in the middle.” They repositioned and the director was happy.
Orli was petting his horse’s neck, “Good girl,” he praised. Ian was about to say something when his horse reared and took of at a fast run. Ian was almost thrown from the animal but managed to hang on some how. Vig and Orli raced after him while the wranglers and handlers tried to figure out something to do. Orli was the first to reach Ian and was able to grab the loose reigns and pull them to a stop. Vig was at Ian’s side a moment later. Orli grabbed Ian by the arm, “Are you ok?”
Ian smiled at him and dismounted gracefully, they followed. “I am fine thanks to you,” he said pulling Orli into a tight hug. “I don’t think I could have held on much longer.”
Peter and some of the others arrived and fussed over Ian making sure he was really ok. Once satisfied Peter looked at Orli and Vig, “Don’t ever do anything like that again! We pay people to take care of this stuff not for you to risk your own necks!”
Before anyone could respond one or the trainers spoke, “It was a snake, Mr. Jackson. It spooked the horse.”
Ian looked at Vig and Orli who were stunned at their reprimand, “Shall we gentlemen?” The three of them mounted their horses and rode back to their marks with out a word leaving a stunned crowd behind them.
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The day’s shoot was finally over and they were all headed back to the studio lot; this location being remote it meant a two-hour drive in the SUV’S they came up here in. Orli, Vig, Ian and Peter all rode together. As they were pulling away Peter smiled, “You were brilliant today, Orli.”
Orli nodded halfheartedly, he hated being patronized. “Thanks.”
“You keep blowing that off,” Peter sighed. “I’m being serious. I’m glad we picked you out of the thousands of other auditions.”
Orli blushed and nervously bit his nails. After a long silence he spoke; in almost a whisper, “Thanks, I’ve had great instructors. I can’t thank all of you enough for trying to help me so I would be good enough to keep this job. I hope I don’t disappoint you to much.”
Ian grabbed Orli hard by the scruff of the neck pulling his head towards him causing him to yelp. Vig had turned toward them from the front seat and saw the fear in Orli’s eyes. Ian spoke, “Why? Why do you say things like that? We didn’t teach you anything! We offer you advise just like we do each other, it’s sharing not teaching, Orlando! It is not done because we think you can’t act!”
Orli struggled to free himself but Ian was surprisingly strong. He was trying to thank them and it was making them angry, he didn’t understand. “I’m sorry, I meant no offense. I just appreciate that you would take the time to help someone like me.”
Vig saw the tears forming in the frightened boys eyes, “Peter, pull over for a second.” With out question the car pulled to the curb and stopped. Orli tried to get out of the SUV but Ian held him tight while Vig climbed in the back seat with them effectively trapping Orli between them.
A voice came over Peter’s walkie-talkie that the crew used to communicate wanting to know if there was a problem. “No, we’re just playing musical chairs here,” he answered. “Go ahead, we will catch up.” Peter wanted all the other vehicles ahead of them.
Orli stiffened more when Vig squeezed in but they refused to let him out. Ignoring his pleas to ride up front Peter pulled back out onto the road. “Orlando,” Vig said with his accent that could melt steel. “Something is wrong with you and we want to know what it is.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“The past few weeks you have lost your shine, little one,” Ian explained as he loosened his grip. “We’ve all seen it and we want to know why.”
“I’m just tried like the rest of you,” he snapped.
“Damn it, Orli, you’re hurting and we want to know why!” Vig shouted. “We are alone, no one else to know what you say, please tell us what’s wrong. It breaks my heart to see you hurting so much.” Orli didn’t say anything although his face was sad. “Fine, we will drive all night if we have to but before you get out of this car you will tell us!”
Orli stubbornly pulled his knees to his chest and looked straight ahead, “Then you should call Fran, Peter, because this will be one hell of a drive!”
After forty-five minuets of nonstop sympathetic then angry questions and Peter taking the wrong exit so they would have to take the long way around Orli lost it. “What the hell do you want from me? I have done nothing wrong! I didn’t let Lij jump from the plane, ok I did let Billy jump from the bridge but he wanted to! And I keep all the hobbits safe when they’re not at work. I make sure they get home safely when they get drunk off there asses and I try to do my job as well as I can! I know I’m just a stupid kid but I do my best! I’m sorry if that’s not good enough for you!” A single tear streamed down his face.
“Why, how could that not be good enough Orli?” Peter asked sincerely. “I think it goes above and beyond what most people would do.”
“Orli, we call you boy, and a kid but not as an insult. It’s just like you calling me old man or filthy human. They are terms of endearment, screwed up endearment perhaps but friendly just the same. They were not meant to hurt you,” Vig explained.
Ian wasn’t buying that, being a kid wasn’t what was at the heart of his problem. “You were nervous when you first came here; your self confidence low but that changed. You got into the part of Legolas Greenleaf, you became the elf and gained his confidence in turn strengthening your own. What has taken it away again?”
“Nothing! Just leave me alone.”
“No,” came three replies in unison.
Orli was so tired and weak that the damn finally broke and he began to sob, resting his head on his knees. He had kept it inside for so long that he couldn’t take it anymore. The doubt and hate were causing him to self-destruct. If he was right about everyone hating him then what did he have to lose by acting like a baby now? Sure they would make fun of him and he would be labeled forever but he was a no body anyway. Vig and Ian shared a look as Viggo pulled Orli’s lithe body into his arms. He held him tight against his chest and gasped when he rubbed the boy’s back and felt every bone in his spine and all of his ribs. They knew he wasn’t taking care of himself but they didn’t know it was this bad. Rubbing his back he whispered soothingly, “It’s ok, Orli. Please, tell us what’s wrong so we can help you fix it.”
The upsweep of Vig’s hand pulled the bottom of Orli’s shirt up enough to reveal a deep bruise to Ian. He signaled for Vig to hold Orli tight and when he felt his was restrained he lifted the shirt over his back. Orli struggled desperately but Vig wouldn’t give. Ian lowered the shirt enough for Vig to see and they gasped at the sight. The boy’s back was bruised and cut badly, even Peter turned to glimpse while driving.
Vig pushed Orli upright and yanked the shirt roughly off his body revealing that it was not only his back that had received torture. He took Orli’s tear streaked face into his hands, “Who did this to you?”
He tried to cover himself with his arms, he felt so exposed. “It doesn’t matter who, it’s over now.”
Ian shook his head, “Some bruising is new, some is old; how many times has it been over before, Orlando?”
Vig groaned and cursed when it finally hit him, he knew who had done this to Orli! “The king. It was Hill wasn’t it?”
Orli’s head dropped, shoulders and back slumped over as he started to cry again. Vig pulled him into his lap and rocked him. Orli cradled his head on Vig’s shoulder and hid his face against his neck. Viggo continued to rock him and placed soft, comforting kisses on his shoulder, “How long?”
“Since the third day he was here,” came the soft, muffled reply.
Ian thought back, “That was the day I was out of town so you were asked to run my lines with Hill. Peter asked if you would take my place and you did.”
“Horribly so,” He hiccupped. “I screwed up so bad. He said he wanted to give me direction so I followed him. I thought he was going to teach me like you guys did and he didn’t want me to be embarrassed when he critiqued me so I went with him.” He trembled and Vig held him tighter. “We went behind one of the equipment trucks and he slapped me in the face. I was shocked and almost hit him back but he told me how much I was hurting the movie by acting so childish and stupid and that my acting skills were zero. He told me he would teach me a method of acting I would never forget.” He took a ragged breath, “Every time my acting was bad, which is most of the time, I got hit. If I missed a line or a mark it was twice as bad and if I play pranks on anyone or acted like an idiot on the set I got it too.” He looked down at the bruising in disgust and covered all he could with his arms. “I messed up a lot,” he sighed as he buried his head back against Vig’s neck.
“Why the hell didn’t you tell me, Orlando?” Peter asked.
“Because he was right.”
“Bullshit,” Ian growled. He took Orli’s chin and turned his face to him, “This man is a monster, Orlando. He wanted nothing more then to take yourself confidence and bring you down. In order to do that he had to get you away from your friends which he did because he made you feel so ashamed of your self.” He let the pale face fall back to Vig’s shoulder, “We love you, Orlando, all of us and wither you believe it or not so will the fans; Legolas Greenleaf will have a world class following.”
Orli’s arms relaxed around Vig as his head rolled back a bit revealing him to be fast asleep. The three men quietly spent the rest of the ride talking about what course of action was to be taken with the king.
After going to the studio to get their wigs and costumes removed it was agreed the Vig would take Orli home with him even though he insisted he would be fine on his own. When they arrived at his apartment he made them dinner and they talked about their day and how he saved Ian, easing the tension a bit. Vig got an old pair of sweats and a t-shirt for Orli and he took a shower while Vig cleaned up the kitchen. Then Orli rested on the sofa while Vig showered. When he came out of the bathroom he found Orli hugging a pillow fighting the tears again. He sat down beside him and cradled him in his lap, “It’s ok, baby, I won’t let him hurt you again, I promise.”
He looked up at Vig with wet, questioning eyes, “You won’t?”
“Never.” Vig couldn’t resist kissing those pouting lips and he was pleasantly surprised when Orli’s tongue drew across his lips seeking entrance. The kiss broke only for much needed air.
Orli looked into Viggo’s eyes and was confused at what he saw, “You want me, don’t you?”
“More then anything.”
“Why did you wait until now?” he asked suspiciously.
Vig took a deep breath, “Figured you would think I was a dirty old man and run away. I couldn’t risk our friendship,” he said honestly.
“But you can now?”
He was getting a little nervous at the questioning but understood Orli’s confusion. “I want more then friendship, Orlando.”
“What do you want, Viggo?” he asked, his voice deep and husky.
He planted a mind-numbing kiss on Orli’s swollen lips, “I want you, all of you.”
Orli smiled and kissed Vig’s face and neck, “I want you too.”
Viggo stood taking Orli with him to his feet. He ran his hand through the boys still wet Mohawk, pressing his body against his, “Let me show you how special you really are?”
He took Vig’s hand and allowed himself to be led into the bedroom. Vig removed both their shirts and Orli rubbed his hands over the dark, muscled chest tweaking the nipples as he explored.
Vig moaned returning the favor while kissing him. His hands explored the firm abs and lower stomach traveling even lower until Vig cupped him through the sweats. Orli gasped at the contact and broke the kiss moaning as his hips involuntarily pushed forward. Vig smiled, “Like that?”
“Ummm,” he moaned as he removed Vig’s hand and kissed him. He started at his neck and kissed his was down the chest to the stomach feeling Vig’s muscles tighten. Kneeling, he hooked his fingers in Vig’s sweats and pulled them off. Turning his attention back to the large member before him he gave it an experimental lick. Liking the sounds it elicited from Viggo he took all he could into his mouth sucking and swirling his tongue around the hot, rigid skin.
Vig fought with all he had not to cum when Orli swallowed him. It felt so good but it had to stop before it was too late. Gently he pulled Orli to his feet, “Can’t finish yet,” he panted. Rubbing small circles on Orli’s back he worked his way down to the sweats quickly removing them. He saw the bruising continued down over his buttocks and thighs the skin so a braised it looked like it would tear. He kissed the bruises then began stroking his length. God, he was so beautiful all needy and panting! He pushed Orli down on the bed and covered him with his body and kissing him passionately. They both moaned as their erections met giving them some much needed friction. Vig kissed and licked his way down Orli’s body taking time to lave each nipple until they pebbled. By the time he reached the boys straining erection it was dripping. Smiling evilly he licked the head like a lollipop causing Orli to moan and gasp. Looking up he saw Orli’s eyes close tight and with out warning he took the entire length into his mouth swallowing around it expertly. Orli’s hips bucked hard, “Vig!” Viggo used one hand to hold his hip down and the other softly caressed the sac beneath. He could feel it swelling and knew he was about to cum; wanting Orli to be relaxed as much as possible for what was next, he began to hum. In a matter of minutes Orli was writhing on the bed screaming his release. Letting the softening length slip from his mouth with one last suck he crawled back up the sated body and kissed him.
Orli’s hands roamed the muscular body on top of him until they found his hard length but Vig slapped his had away. “I can’t finish you?”
Vig smiled down at him, “I have other plans for it, if you don’t mind.”
Orli nodded understanding and spread his legs wider in invitation. Vig growled as the tight opening was revealed to him. He leaned down and licked it.
“Vig!” he cried out instantly becoming hard again.
He climbed back up placing kisses all over Orli’s face, “Are you sure? You don’t have to do this, baby.”
“I know, but I want to. I want you.”
Vig took some lube out of the side table drawer and poured some on to his hand. Kneeling between the long legs he pressed a finger to the tight opening feeling Orli tense hard, “Deep breaths, relax or this will hurt.” He felt him breath then the muscles relax and he pushed the finger inside. Orli squirmed at the burn almost pulling free of it. Vig worked his finger until he found that sweet spot and star fire shot through Orli. He’d never felt anything like that before. Vig continued to rub the spot as he inserted another finger working them both back and forth. He pulled them free and Orli groaned at both the loss and relief. “Love, you are so tight that this is not going to be comfortable at first,” he warned. “I know it’s your first time and,”
“I trust you Viggo.”
His heart nearly pounded out of his chest at those four words. Orli was giving him complete control and power. He quickly put on a condom and covered himself with lube. Pushing Orli’s left knee to his chest to open him more he pressed the large head past the rings of muscle causing Orli to cry out. Vig pushed gently but constantly until he was all the way in.
“Stop, Vig, please wait,” he cried as his lower body felt like it was on fire. He felt muscles tearing and skin being stretched to capacity as his body was filled. “It hurts so bad.”
Vig kissed the tears away forcing himself to be still and allow him time to adjust to the invasion. “Give it time, baby, it will get better.” He tried to move but Orli was so tense he’d clamped down on him holding him in place. “Relax,” he whispered as he began to stroke him. His cries gave way to soft pants as the muscles relaxed a bit. Vig started moving his hips trying to ignore the pained look on his lover’s face until he hit that sweet spot, a few strokes over that and the pain turned to pleasure as Orli started thrusting against Vig matching his rhythm. The tightness surrounding him dictated that this would not last long and with in moments Vig was filling Orli and Orli was covering their stomachs as they cried out in orgasmic bliss.
Orli lay boneless and panting after the orgasm, it had been so powerful. “Wow,” he smiled as he sleepily kissed Vig’s neck.
“Mmmm,” Vig purred contentedly. “So good.” Carefully he pulled himself free from his lover’s body and rolled to the side. He removed the condom and tossed it in the waste can then pulled Orli to him and covering them both with a sheet as they fell into a blissful sleep.
Vig woke the next morning at his normal five am and felt incredibly sated and happy. Kissing Orli softly on the head he gently rolled him over onto the pillows and rubbed his back until he was fully asleep again. He couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face, for the first time in years Viggo was truly happy. Standing he gathered his clothes and was going to the shower when he heard Orli moving. Looking over to see if he was awake he couldn’t help but stare. The new position had pulled most of the cover from his body and it was a body that truly had to be admired. That’s when he saw it, it was a small amount but there was blood on Orli’s thighs just the same. He panicked, he would never do anything to hurt Orli but he had! Grabbing the discarded lube from the night before he sat on the bed beside his still sleeping lover and slicked up two fingers pushing them deep inside his anus.
Orli’s eyes snapped open and he screamed as he lunged forward trying to escape the pain of something invading him. He ended up slamming his head hard into the solid oak headboard. “No! Stop!”
Vig put his other hand on Orli’s lower back to calm him, “I’m sorry but I have to check you. Calm down.”
“No, you don’t! Vig, stop please, it hurts!”
“You were bleeding, Orli, let me check you.”
Orli calmed himself knowing Vig would never intentionally hurt him but he was damn sore from last night. He buried his head in the pillows and fisted the sheets finally releasing his breath when Vig pulled free. He sat up quickly facing him, “Don’t ever do that again!”
Vig looked as though he was about to cry, “There was blood and I was afraid I hurt you. I’m sorry.”
Orli kissed him then playfully mussed his hair, “I’m fine, Vig, sore but fine. If you ever decide to do that again, a bit of warning would be nice. Not exactly the way I wanted to wake up.” They both laughed and held each other for a while.
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On the set Ian and Peter arrived extra early and called Beanie filling him in on what they found out the night before. Beanie had rode home with ‘the king’ and Karl yesterday to try to find out anything he could about Orli and he told them that Hill didn’t talk fondly of him. They explained to Sean about the bruising they found and he arrived on the set in record time wanting to be a part of this confrontation. Now all they had to do was hope Orli would forgive them for doing it this way.
Vig had told Orli Peter called while he was in the shower and there was to be an early staff meeting about some script changes. Orli was ok with that, as he needed to get there early and change cloths anyway. He looked like he was anorexic wearing Vig’s clothes. Vig dropped him off at his dressing trailer and headed to the lounge to let everyone know they had arrived.
Orli changed quickly then ran up the steps and into the building that led to the lounge. He just couldn’t stop smiling today, for the first time Orli was really happy. He walked into the room and greeted everyone.
Beanie laughed and mussed his hair as Orli sat on a sofa between he and Vig. “You look like the cat who ate the canary.” He laughed loudly when both Orli and Vig blushed slightly.
The laughter died slightly when Hill walked in bitching as always. “What’s this about, Peter? Did you decided to take my direction advise? Give me more lines so that the movie will be better?”
Peter rolled his eyes, “I will not be cutting Viggo’s lines and if any are cut they will be yours.”
Still smiling Orli stood to get a cup of coffee wanting no part in this conversation. Hill saw the smile and stalked to him, “Maybe we should cut the ‘nobody’ parts.”
Beanie held Vig back as they looked on. Orli’s smile wavered a bit but he looked Hill in the eyes, “Perhaps we should.” He started to walk back to the sofa but Hill leaned in toward him.
“You will pay for your attitude, punk. It seems I’ve been far to easy on you in the past.”
Visibly shaken but trying not to show it Orli walked around him and sat back on the sofa, “So where are the hobbits? Why aren’t they here for this script meeting?”
“They’re not coming,” Peter explained. “This meeting is about a problem that involves the people in this room and no one will leave here until said problem is solved.”
Orli’s eyes bugged, there was no way they would do this to him they were his friends! The more he looked around the room at their faces the more he knew they were going to confront Hill. “Please, don’t do this,” he whispered.
Beanie took the hot cup of coffee from his trembling hand so he wouldn’t burn himself then put a supportive hand on his shoulder, “It has to end, Orli. It has to end now. We won’t let it happen again, ever.”
“You little bastard!” Hill yelled as he jumped to his feet. “What did you do?” He started toward Orli but was forcefully slammed back into his seat by Ian.
“You are the bastard, Hill! How could you do that to someone especially someone like Orlando?” Ian demanded.
“Look I don’t know what he’s told you but I assure you it’s a lie,” he tried to cover while glaring at Orli. “I’m not that kind of person!”
“I didn’t lie about anything,” Orli said calmly. “Nor did I tell it freely.”
“That’s true,” Peter agreed. “We tried to force him to tell us what was wrong, that’s how we found the cuts and bruises. It was Viggo who figured out, by your own guilty actions that you were the one responsible. Orli had no choice but to tell us the truth.”
“Your jealousy of Orli had been obvious to all of us since you’ve been here,” Viggo offered. “I figured you had been putting Orli down when he lost his confidence again but it wasn’t until Ian saw the bruising that I realized the full extent of what you’d done to him.” Vig knelt in front of Orli pulling him to set on the edge of the sofa as he removed the boy’s shirt. Orli hung his head in shame wanting to just crawl into the ground and die.
Red flashed before Beanie’s eyes when he saw Orli’s battered body. He jerked him to his feet and looked him over thoroughly before kissing him on the head and pulling him into a crushing hug.
Beanie was shaking with anger and Vig could see the fire flash in his eyes and he knew what was going through his mind. Orli was innocent in so many ways that it reminded them of their own children forcing them to think of how they would feel were it them. Standing behind Orli he embraced them both, “Its ok, Sean. Orli is going to be fine.”
“Awe, isn’t this sweet,” Hill spat.
Beanie was on him in a heartbeat, fist pulled back ready to swing when Orli pulled him away. “Don’t, it’s not going to solve anything.” Sean reluctantly stepped back and got control of him self. Orli turned to Hill, “Leave me alone. If you ever touch me again I will make you pay. I may be a horrid actor but I can defend myself when I need to.”
“You’ve done a hell of a job so far,” he sniggered.
Orli shoved him hard into a wall causing his head to bounce off the plaster, “I let you make me think I deserved it, that I wasn’t worthy of anything better! Even though I still may believe that to be true all of these people don’t, they think it’s wrong. That tells me something, Hill; it tells me that I can’t be as bad as you make me out to be as an actor or a person. Just leave me alone, stay out of my life and I’ll stay out of yours.”
“This is how it’s going to work,” Peter interjected. “Hill you will NOT go near Orli unless it is on the set and only then will you be allowed near him if there are two of us with him. That means no, zero, naught, kind of contact off the set, is that understood? Good,” he said not waiting for an answer, “Starting tomorrow we will be filming all scenes with you in them and will do so consecutively until they are finished upon which time you will leave this studio and never set foot back here again. You will not attend Premiers, cast functions or TV, video specials of any kind involving anything to do with Lord Of The Rings. You will never mention this incident to any one or you will be sued to the fullest extent of the law by new line cinema, Orli and myself; is that understood?” No response, only silence. “Is that fucking understood?” he roared!
“Yes,” Hill ground out.
“Good now get the hell off my lot until tomorrow!”
He stood trying to muster some sheared of dignity and glared at Orli, “What did you do, fuck them all so they would defend you?”
Viggo lost it! He shoved Orli hard into Beanie knocking them both off balance then pounced on Hill! Before they recovered and pulled him off the king he managed to black one eye, bust his nose and bloody his lip. Once restrained he snarled, “Get out of here!”
Hill did just that, jumping to his feet he ran from the set never looking back.
Vig turned to Orli and kissed him until he was weak in the knees. Orli was shocked that he was doing this in front of people but soon melted into the embrace. They finally broke apart, breathless and smiling at each other.
“It’s about bloody time you two admitted your feelings for each other,” Ian said with a Cheshire grin. Peter and Beanie were laughing as well as the two lovers blushed.
“Ok, to steal a line from Lij,” Beanie laughed, “Group hug!” They spent the next few hours talking and reassuring Orli that things were fine and apologizing for not realizing sooner what was happening.
The FOTR was released in theaters and was a smashing success introducing the world to one of its newest stars Orlando Bloom. With in weeks every one had Orli/Legolas posters, photos and merchandise, so much so in fact he was called back in to make more! He got his first ever acting nominations and awards proving to the world and him self that he was one hell of an actor!
The end
By: Wildchild
Rating: NC 17
Summary: RPS FIC! Orli questions his acting abilities as his cast mates notice a big change in his personality. Why you ask? Well read and find out!
Paring: Orli / Vig
This is an RPS story and it totally fictional! In no way did this happen in real life. It came from my very own twisted mind.
Special thanks to my beta Cass she is wonderful!! She listens to me when I whine and encourages me to keep going! Thanks a million Cass!
Feedback: Please! I live for feedback with out it I shall perish in the depths of Moria…..
Disclaimer: I do not own the charters nor the people who portray them ~only if I did own Orlando Bloom and Viggo Mortensen or even Legolas and Aragorn… ~ They belong respectively to themselves and J.R.R. Tolkien. The story line however is my own.
Archiving: If you have a fic site and want it.. take it just tell me where it is going.
Orli looked around his apartment, he was glad New Line had popped for it now. When he had first moved here he hated it, it was large and lonely but now it was a haven for all his cast mates on their days off. It was the weekend party location, a place to run lines if you wanted to or just to hang out and watch movies. The only thing that wasn’t done here was the ‘sessions’ Ian liked so well in which you had to be very uncomfortable while you spent hours answering personal questions. An attempt to get to know one another Ian offered when they started. Looking back on it and laughing he realized Ian was right, it was uncomfortable and embarrassing but it broke the ice and everyone instantly bonded. Now Orli found that he was never alone in his big apartment and he loved it!
He was a bit nervous about the newest members of the cast however, Karl Urban and Bernard Hill had been flown out three weeks ago to get to know everyone and get their routines adjusted to life in Middle Earth before they started their official shoots. Karl and Orli hit it off really well. He was a great man, funny an all out prankster and Orli felt totally at ease with him. Hill (Or ‘the king’ as everyone has come to call him) on the other hand was not quite as laid back. Orli respected that, he understood not all actors were into having fun on set and stuff but Hill seemed to think Orli’s acting abilities were zero to none. No matter how hard he tried these days he just didn’t seem to do well, in his mind anyway. He was sure Peter was going to fire him soon.
With a sigh he stood and stretched his stiff body trying to remember why he’d slept in a chair. Glancing at the sofa and seeing Lij asleep he remembered. The hobbits, noticing his down state lately had come by last night with a ton of movies and beer. By two am Dom and Billy were totally ripped so he put one of them in his bed and the other in the guest room finally tucking Lij comfortably on the sofa leaving him with the chair. He laughed to himself and began picking up empty beer bottles and chip bags before heading to the shower.
Dressed and a bit more relaxed after his shower Orli sat down to put on his shoes. “What the hell are you doing up at six am on your day off?” a very sleepy Lij questioned.
Orli laughed and reached over mussing his hair, “Gotta go out for a bit mate. Go back to sleep.”
“Hot date?” Lij teased.
“At six am I’m not sure any date could be hot,” he laughed. “Just something I want to do,” He explained as he stood and grabbed his keys.
“Can I come?”
Orli had every intention of saying now but when he turned and found the sad Frodo eyes and pouting face he caved, “Fine but hurry up and don’t wake the others.” Lij rushed to get dressed and he sighed, “Peter is going to kill me.”
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Lij was bouncing in the seat when they arrived at a very small airstrip. “Ok, I’ve been quiet the entire drive but now you have to tell me; what the hell are we doing here?”
Orli laughed as they got out of the car and started walking toward the offices, “You are going to set in the nice comfy office while I take a leap from one of those planes.”
“What?” Lij turned to face him walking backwards smiling from ear to ear, “I want to go up!”
“No way! Not going to happen hobbit boy!”
“Why not? Your not my mother!”
“Would your mother allow you to do this?” He pulled out his cell phone as if to dial a number, “Lets ask her.”
“No!” He yelled snatching the phone from Orli’s hand then laughing.
“You’re not going up, it’s far too dangerous. Besides Peter, Vig and Ian are going to kill me for just bringing you here God forbid I let you go up in one of those,” he pointed to a row of small single engine planes.
“Like they won’t kill you anyway for doing it yourself!”
“They are not going to find out, besides I’m not the star of the movies so it’s no big,” he said as they walked into the small office. He told the receptionist who he was and his appointment time and she gave him directions to the proper hanger. Once out side the conversation continued.
“Why do you do that?” Lij asked.
“Do what?”
“Act like you’re nothing to these movies?”
He gave a fake laugh, “Hobbits and humans rule this film Lij. We elves always get the bottom billing,” he joked.
“Damn it Orli I’m serious! You act like you have no part in this yet your brilliant at what you do!” Trying to ignore the conversation all together Orli glanced at his watch and continued walking. Lij grabbed his arm forcing him to stop and face him, “I know how hard you work Orli, we all do. I just don’t know why you think it doesn’t matter.”
“Because it doesn’t!” he snapped causing two employees to look at them. Taking a deep calming breath he lowered his voice, “Lij, I love this job, this is the most wonderful gift I’ve ever been given but no one knows better than me that I’m here out of luck nothing more. I love learning from cast mates in hopes that one day I may become a good actor but I’m not now, I know that!” He started to walk away but turned back to his friend, “The respect I have for this job, for the character Legolas is more then anyone else could ever have. I pour my heart and soul into this elf knowing he has few speaking lines, his actions proving to people who he is and what he is about but that is to me. In my mind I play the part that well, Lij. In my mind I can make people feel his emotions through his actions but in real life it isn’t that way.” He sighed, “Glue a wig and ears on anyone and they can play the part the way I’m doing it now.” He stormed off to the hanger reluctantly Lij followed.
After a few quick instructions on how to open his shoot and land Orli was pushed on to a plane and in the air. Lij was loaded into a jeep so he could wait for him at the ‘drop zone’. Once there he jumped from the jeep and watched the sky. When he spotted the plane he grabbed his camera and started filming. What looked like two small dots jumped from the craft and were hurdling toward the ground at an unbelievable rate of speed. He let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding when the shoots opened safely and started cheering.
When Orli was safe on the ground and detaching his shoot he found his arms full of hobbit, “Your insane, Orli!”
He laughed and set Lij down, “That was fucking amazing! I want to do it again!”
The instructor who had jumped with Orli patted him on the back, “That was a great jump kid, you sure it was your first time?”
“Yeah but it won’t be my last!” he beamed.
“You’ve got potential kid,” he encouraged as he gathered his own shoot.
They arrived back at the airstrip and Lij and Orli jumped from the back of the jeep. Lij hit the ground with a yelp and Orli was at his side instantly, “Are you ok? What happened?”
“I’m fine, I’m fine,” he insisted. “I just twisted my ankle a bit.”
Orli helped him up and noticed he grimaced at his first step, “Ok, you’re going to a doctor.”
“No! I’m fine damn it!”
Orli started to argue but decided against it. “Ok if you can walk to the car with out pain you don’t have to go.”
Lij started walking and laughed as Orli’s gaze followed him intently. “Would you prefer I hop?” he started hopping around in circles. He looked back and saw Orli was not amused, “Fine, how about skipping?” I’ll skip to the car!” He did just that he skipped to the car.
The other men burst into laughter with Orli soon following, “Cheeky little bastard!”
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The next day on the set, although they were still working on FOTR Peter thought the weather was perfect to shoot the scenes of Legolas, Aragorn, Gandalf and Gimli on horse back for TTT. They had been working with the horses since the first week they arrived in New Zealand knowing that they would have to know the animals and their reactions so now was the time to see if it paid off.
While waiting for John’s stunt double to get into costume Vig, Ian and Orli mounted their steeds. All was fine, jokes being told and teasing being done. Karl was on the set just to get to know everyone better and see how things worked. Hill was there as well trying to talk Peter into changing the script by cutting some of Viggo’s lines and giving them to him. He was demanding and rude even to Peter, which earned him the nickname ‘the king’ but it was to late to replace anyone unless it was absolutely necessary.
Karl and Vig were teasing Orli relentlessly. Vig laughed, “You need a manicure, elfboy, you seem to have broken a nail.”
“Oh wait,” Karl laughed, “You have two hairs out of place there, Leggy!”
Orli looked at them and shook his head, “Filthy humans!” Everyone laughed.
Karl moved over next to Ian talking about a play he’d seen Ian in. Vig reached over and patted Orli on the back, “After the staff meeting tonight why don’t you and the hobbits come by Ian’s place for a cook out?”
“Sounds like Karl is about to get his first ‘hell session’.”
Vig laughed, “Did you think Ian would let him get by with out it. Poor man is totally unsuspecting. He thinks it’s just a cookout.”
“Is everyone going to be there?”
Vig was confused, “Yeah, just like always.”
“Will ‘the king’ be there?”
Vig noticed the uneasiness in Orli’s posture and voice, “You really don’t like him, do you?”
Thinking about his answer for a moment he sighed, “It’s not that, I just, he makes me nervous.”
“Why?” Vig prompted.
“I am nothing in his eyes, I just wouldn’t want him to find out any of the stupid things that I’m noted to do.”
“Ok,” Peter yelled. “Go ahead and take your places, Gimli is on his way.”
Orli was glad for the interruption and trotted his horse to its mark; Vig and Ian did the same. “Legolas,” Peter shouted again, “Lets change this, I want you in the middle.” They repositioned and the director was happy.
Orli was petting his horse’s neck, “Good girl,” he praised. Ian was about to say something when his horse reared and took of at a fast run. Ian was almost thrown from the animal but managed to hang on some how. Vig and Orli raced after him while the wranglers and handlers tried to figure out something to do. Orli was the first to reach Ian and was able to grab the loose reigns and pull them to a stop. Vig was at Ian’s side a moment later. Orli grabbed Ian by the arm, “Are you ok?”
Ian smiled at him and dismounted gracefully, they followed. “I am fine thanks to you,” he said pulling Orli into a tight hug. “I don’t think I could have held on much longer.”
Peter and some of the others arrived and fussed over Ian making sure he was really ok. Once satisfied Peter looked at Orli and Vig, “Don’t ever do anything like that again! We pay people to take care of this stuff not for you to risk your own necks!”
Before anyone could respond one or the trainers spoke, “It was a snake, Mr. Jackson. It spooked the horse.”
Ian looked at Vig and Orli who were stunned at their reprimand, “Shall we gentlemen?” The three of them mounted their horses and rode back to their marks with out a word leaving a stunned crowd behind them.
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The day’s shoot was finally over and they were all headed back to the studio lot; this location being remote it meant a two-hour drive in the SUV’S they came up here in. Orli, Vig, Ian and Peter all rode together. As they were pulling away Peter smiled, “You were brilliant today, Orli.”
Orli nodded halfheartedly, he hated being patronized. “Thanks.”
“You keep blowing that off,” Peter sighed. “I’m being serious. I’m glad we picked you out of the thousands of other auditions.”
Orli blushed and nervously bit his nails. After a long silence he spoke; in almost a whisper, “Thanks, I’ve had great instructors. I can’t thank all of you enough for trying to help me so I would be good enough to keep this job. I hope I don’t disappoint you to much.”
Ian grabbed Orli hard by the scruff of the neck pulling his head towards him causing him to yelp. Vig had turned toward them from the front seat and saw the fear in Orli’s eyes. Ian spoke, “Why? Why do you say things like that? We didn’t teach you anything! We offer you advise just like we do each other, it’s sharing not teaching, Orlando! It is not done because we think you can’t act!”
Orli struggled to free himself but Ian was surprisingly strong. He was trying to thank them and it was making them angry, he didn’t understand. “I’m sorry, I meant no offense. I just appreciate that you would take the time to help someone like me.”
Vig saw the tears forming in the frightened boys eyes, “Peter, pull over for a second.” With out question the car pulled to the curb and stopped. Orli tried to get out of the SUV but Ian held him tight while Vig climbed in the back seat with them effectively trapping Orli between them.
A voice came over Peter’s walkie-talkie that the crew used to communicate wanting to know if there was a problem. “No, we’re just playing musical chairs here,” he answered. “Go ahead, we will catch up.” Peter wanted all the other vehicles ahead of them.
Orli stiffened more when Vig squeezed in but they refused to let him out. Ignoring his pleas to ride up front Peter pulled back out onto the road. “Orlando,” Vig said with his accent that could melt steel. “Something is wrong with you and we want to know what it is.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“The past few weeks you have lost your shine, little one,” Ian explained as he loosened his grip. “We’ve all seen it and we want to know why.”
“I’m just tried like the rest of you,” he snapped.
“Damn it, Orli, you’re hurting and we want to know why!” Vig shouted. “We are alone, no one else to know what you say, please tell us what’s wrong. It breaks my heart to see you hurting so much.” Orli didn’t say anything although his face was sad. “Fine, we will drive all night if we have to but before you get out of this car you will tell us!”
Orli stubbornly pulled his knees to his chest and looked straight ahead, “Then you should call Fran, Peter, because this will be one hell of a drive!”
After forty-five minuets of nonstop sympathetic then angry questions and Peter taking the wrong exit so they would have to take the long way around Orli lost it. “What the hell do you want from me? I have done nothing wrong! I didn’t let Lij jump from the plane, ok I did let Billy jump from the bridge but he wanted to! And I keep all the hobbits safe when they’re not at work. I make sure they get home safely when they get drunk off there asses and I try to do my job as well as I can! I know I’m just a stupid kid but I do my best! I’m sorry if that’s not good enough for you!” A single tear streamed down his face.
“Why, how could that not be good enough Orli?” Peter asked sincerely. “I think it goes above and beyond what most people would do.”
“Orli, we call you boy, and a kid but not as an insult. It’s just like you calling me old man or filthy human. They are terms of endearment, screwed up endearment perhaps but friendly just the same. They were not meant to hurt you,” Vig explained.
Ian wasn’t buying that, being a kid wasn’t what was at the heart of his problem. “You were nervous when you first came here; your self confidence low but that changed. You got into the part of Legolas Greenleaf, you became the elf and gained his confidence in turn strengthening your own. What has taken it away again?”
“Nothing! Just leave me alone.”
“No,” came three replies in unison.
Orli was so tired and weak that the damn finally broke and he began to sob, resting his head on his knees. He had kept it inside for so long that he couldn’t take it anymore. The doubt and hate were causing him to self-destruct. If he was right about everyone hating him then what did he have to lose by acting like a baby now? Sure they would make fun of him and he would be labeled forever but he was a no body anyway. Vig and Ian shared a look as Viggo pulled Orli’s lithe body into his arms. He held him tight against his chest and gasped when he rubbed the boy’s back and felt every bone in his spine and all of his ribs. They knew he wasn’t taking care of himself but they didn’t know it was this bad. Rubbing his back he whispered soothingly, “It’s ok, Orli. Please, tell us what’s wrong so we can help you fix it.”
The upsweep of Vig’s hand pulled the bottom of Orli’s shirt up enough to reveal a deep bruise to Ian. He signaled for Vig to hold Orli tight and when he felt his was restrained he lifted the shirt over his back. Orli struggled desperately but Vig wouldn’t give. Ian lowered the shirt enough for Vig to see and they gasped at the sight. The boy’s back was bruised and cut badly, even Peter turned to glimpse while driving.
Vig pushed Orli upright and yanked the shirt roughly off his body revealing that it was not only his back that had received torture. He took Orli’s tear streaked face into his hands, “Who did this to you?”
He tried to cover himself with his arms, he felt so exposed. “It doesn’t matter who, it’s over now.”
Ian shook his head, “Some bruising is new, some is old; how many times has it been over before, Orlando?”
Vig groaned and cursed when it finally hit him, he knew who had done this to Orli! “The king. It was Hill wasn’t it?”
Orli’s head dropped, shoulders and back slumped over as he started to cry again. Vig pulled him into his lap and rocked him. Orli cradled his head on Vig’s shoulder and hid his face against his neck. Viggo continued to rock him and placed soft, comforting kisses on his shoulder, “How long?”
“Since the third day he was here,” came the soft, muffled reply.
Ian thought back, “That was the day I was out of town so you were asked to run my lines with Hill. Peter asked if you would take my place and you did.”
“Horribly so,” He hiccupped. “I screwed up so bad. He said he wanted to give me direction so I followed him. I thought he was going to teach me like you guys did and he didn’t want me to be embarrassed when he critiqued me so I went with him.” He trembled and Vig held him tighter. “We went behind one of the equipment trucks and he slapped me in the face. I was shocked and almost hit him back but he told me how much I was hurting the movie by acting so childish and stupid and that my acting skills were zero. He told me he would teach me a method of acting I would never forget.” He took a ragged breath, “Every time my acting was bad, which is most of the time, I got hit. If I missed a line or a mark it was twice as bad and if I play pranks on anyone or acted like an idiot on the set I got it too.” He looked down at the bruising in disgust and covered all he could with his arms. “I messed up a lot,” he sighed as he buried his head back against Vig’s neck.
“Why the hell didn’t you tell me, Orlando?” Peter asked.
“Because he was right.”
“Bullshit,” Ian growled. He took Orli’s chin and turned his face to him, “This man is a monster, Orlando. He wanted nothing more then to take yourself confidence and bring you down. In order to do that he had to get you away from your friends which he did because he made you feel so ashamed of your self.” He let the pale face fall back to Vig’s shoulder, “We love you, Orlando, all of us and wither you believe it or not so will the fans; Legolas Greenleaf will have a world class following.”
Orli’s arms relaxed around Vig as his head rolled back a bit revealing him to be fast asleep. The three men quietly spent the rest of the ride talking about what course of action was to be taken with the king.
After going to the studio to get their wigs and costumes removed it was agreed the Vig would take Orli home with him even though he insisted he would be fine on his own. When they arrived at his apartment he made them dinner and they talked about their day and how he saved Ian, easing the tension a bit. Vig got an old pair of sweats and a t-shirt for Orli and he took a shower while Vig cleaned up the kitchen. Then Orli rested on the sofa while Vig showered. When he came out of the bathroom he found Orli hugging a pillow fighting the tears again. He sat down beside him and cradled him in his lap, “It’s ok, baby, I won’t let him hurt you again, I promise.”
He looked up at Vig with wet, questioning eyes, “You won’t?”
“Never.” Vig couldn’t resist kissing those pouting lips and he was pleasantly surprised when Orli’s tongue drew across his lips seeking entrance. The kiss broke only for much needed air.
Orli looked into Viggo’s eyes and was confused at what he saw, “You want me, don’t you?”
“More then anything.”
“Why did you wait until now?” he asked suspiciously.
Vig took a deep breath, “Figured you would think I was a dirty old man and run away. I couldn’t risk our friendship,” he said honestly.
“But you can now?”
He was getting a little nervous at the questioning but understood Orli’s confusion. “I want more then friendship, Orlando.”
“What do you want, Viggo?” he asked, his voice deep and husky.
He planted a mind-numbing kiss on Orli’s swollen lips, “I want you, all of you.”
Orli smiled and kissed Vig’s face and neck, “I want you too.”
Viggo stood taking Orli with him to his feet. He ran his hand through the boys still wet Mohawk, pressing his body against his, “Let me show you how special you really are?”
He took Vig’s hand and allowed himself to be led into the bedroom. Vig removed both their shirts and Orli rubbed his hands over the dark, muscled chest tweaking the nipples as he explored.
Vig moaned returning the favor while kissing him. His hands explored the firm abs and lower stomach traveling even lower until Vig cupped him through the sweats. Orli gasped at the contact and broke the kiss moaning as his hips involuntarily pushed forward. Vig smiled, “Like that?”
“Ummm,” he moaned as he removed Vig’s hand and kissed him. He started at his neck and kissed his was down the chest to the stomach feeling Vig’s muscles tighten. Kneeling, he hooked his fingers in Vig’s sweats and pulled them off. Turning his attention back to the large member before him he gave it an experimental lick. Liking the sounds it elicited from Viggo he took all he could into his mouth sucking and swirling his tongue around the hot, rigid skin.
Vig fought with all he had not to cum when Orli swallowed him. It felt so good but it had to stop before it was too late. Gently he pulled Orli to his feet, “Can’t finish yet,” he panted. Rubbing small circles on Orli’s back he worked his way down to the sweats quickly removing them. He saw the bruising continued down over his buttocks and thighs the skin so a braised it looked like it would tear. He kissed the bruises then began stroking his length. God, he was so beautiful all needy and panting! He pushed Orli down on the bed and covered him with his body and kissing him passionately. They both moaned as their erections met giving them some much needed friction. Vig kissed and licked his way down Orli’s body taking time to lave each nipple until they pebbled. By the time he reached the boys straining erection it was dripping. Smiling evilly he licked the head like a lollipop causing Orli to moan and gasp. Looking up he saw Orli’s eyes close tight and with out warning he took the entire length into his mouth swallowing around it expertly. Orli’s hips bucked hard, “Vig!” Viggo used one hand to hold his hip down and the other softly caressed the sac beneath. He could feel it swelling and knew he was about to cum; wanting Orli to be relaxed as much as possible for what was next, he began to hum. In a matter of minutes Orli was writhing on the bed screaming his release. Letting the softening length slip from his mouth with one last suck he crawled back up the sated body and kissed him.
Orli’s hands roamed the muscular body on top of him until they found his hard length but Vig slapped his had away. “I can’t finish you?”
Vig smiled down at him, “I have other plans for it, if you don’t mind.”
Orli nodded understanding and spread his legs wider in invitation. Vig growled as the tight opening was revealed to him. He leaned down and licked it.
“Vig!” he cried out instantly becoming hard again.
He climbed back up placing kisses all over Orli’s face, “Are you sure? You don’t have to do this, baby.”
“I know, but I want to. I want you.”
Vig took some lube out of the side table drawer and poured some on to his hand. Kneeling between the long legs he pressed a finger to the tight opening feeling Orli tense hard, “Deep breaths, relax or this will hurt.” He felt him breath then the muscles relax and he pushed the finger inside. Orli squirmed at the burn almost pulling free of it. Vig worked his finger until he found that sweet spot and star fire shot through Orli. He’d never felt anything like that before. Vig continued to rub the spot as he inserted another finger working them both back and forth. He pulled them free and Orli groaned at both the loss and relief. “Love, you are so tight that this is not going to be comfortable at first,” he warned. “I know it’s your first time and,”
“I trust you Viggo.”
His heart nearly pounded out of his chest at those four words. Orli was giving him complete control and power. He quickly put on a condom and covered himself with lube. Pushing Orli’s left knee to his chest to open him more he pressed the large head past the rings of muscle causing Orli to cry out. Vig pushed gently but constantly until he was all the way in.
“Stop, Vig, please wait,” he cried as his lower body felt like it was on fire. He felt muscles tearing and skin being stretched to capacity as his body was filled. “It hurts so bad.”
Vig kissed the tears away forcing himself to be still and allow him time to adjust to the invasion. “Give it time, baby, it will get better.” He tried to move but Orli was so tense he’d clamped down on him holding him in place. “Relax,” he whispered as he began to stroke him. His cries gave way to soft pants as the muscles relaxed a bit. Vig started moving his hips trying to ignore the pained look on his lover’s face until he hit that sweet spot, a few strokes over that and the pain turned to pleasure as Orli started thrusting against Vig matching his rhythm. The tightness surrounding him dictated that this would not last long and with in moments Vig was filling Orli and Orli was covering their stomachs as they cried out in orgasmic bliss.
Orli lay boneless and panting after the orgasm, it had been so powerful. “Wow,” he smiled as he sleepily kissed Vig’s neck.
“Mmmm,” Vig purred contentedly. “So good.” Carefully he pulled himself free from his lover’s body and rolled to the side. He removed the condom and tossed it in the waste can then pulled Orli to him and covering them both with a sheet as they fell into a blissful sleep.
Vig woke the next morning at his normal five am and felt incredibly sated and happy. Kissing Orli softly on the head he gently rolled him over onto the pillows and rubbed his back until he was fully asleep again. He couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face, for the first time in years Viggo was truly happy. Standing he gathered his clothes and was going to the shower when he heard Orli moving. Looking over to see if he was awake he couldn’t help but stare. The new position had pulled most of the cover from his body and it was a body that truly had to be admired. That’s when he saw it, it was a small amount but there was blood on Orli’s thighs just the same. He panicked, he would never do anything to hurt Orli but he had! Grabbing the discarded lube from the night before he sat on the bed beside his still sleeping lover and slicked up two fingers pushing them deep inside his anus.
Orli’s eyes snapped open and he screamed as he lunged forward trying to escape the pain of something invading him. He ended up slamming his head hard into the solid oak headboard. “No! Stop!”
Vig put his other hand on Orli’s lower back to calm him, “I’m sorry but I have to check you. Calm down.”
“No, you don’t! Vig, stop please, it hurts!”
“You were bleeding, Orli, let me check you.”
Orli calmed himself knowing Vig would never intentionally hurt him but he was damn sore from last night. He buried his head in the pillows and fisted the sheets finally releasing his breath when Vig pulled free. He sat up quickly facing him, “Don’t ever do that again!”
Vig looked as though he was about to cry, “There was blood and I was afraid I hurt you. I’m sorry.”
Orli kissed him then playfully mussed his hair, “I’m fine, Vig, sore but fine. If you ever decide to do that again, a bit of warning would be nice. Not exactly the way I wanted to wake up.” They both laughed and held each other for a while.
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On the set Ian and Peter arrived extra early and called Beanie filling him in on what they found out the night before. Beanie had rode home with ‘the king’ and Karl yesterday to try to find out anything he could about Orli and he told them that Hill didn’t talk fondly of him. They explained to Sean about the bruising they found and he arrived on the set in record time wanting to be a part of this confrontation. Now all they had to do was hope Orli would forgive them for doing it this way.
Vig had told Orli Peter called while he was in the shower and there was to be an early staff meeting about some script changes. Orli was ok with that, as he needed to get there early and change cloths anyway. He looked like he was anorexic wearing Vig’s clothes. Vig dropped him off at his dressing trailer and headed to the lounge to let everyone know they had arrived.
Orli changed quickly then ran up the steps and into the building that led to the lounge. He just couldn’t stop smiling today, for the first time Orli was really happy. He walked into the room and greeted everyone.
Beanie laughed and mussed his hair as Orli sat on a sofa between he and Vig. “You look like the cat who ate the canary.” He laughed loudly when both Orli and Vig blushed slightly.
The laughter died slightly when Hill walked in bitching as always. “What’s this about, Peter? Did you decided to take my direction advise? Give me more lines so that the movie will be better?”
Peter rolled his eyes, “I will not be cutting Viggo’s lines and if any are cut they will be yours.”
Still smiling Orli stood to get a cup of coffee wanting no part in this conversation. Hill saw the smile and stalked to him, “Maybe we should cut the ‘nobody’ parts.”
Beanie held Vig back as they looked on. Orli’s smile wavered a bit but he looked Hill in the eyes, “Perhaps we should.” He started to walk back to the sofa but Hill leaned in toward him.
“You will pay for your attitude, punk. It seems I’ve been far to easy on you in the past.”
Visibly shaken but trying not to show it Orli walked around him and sat back on the sofa, “So where are the hobbits? Why aren’t they here for this script meeting?”
“They’re not coming,” Peter explained. “This meeting is about a problem that involves the people in this room and no one will leave here until said problem is solved.”
Orli’s eyes bugged, there was no way they would do this to him they were his friends! The more he looked around the room at their faces the more he knew they were going to confront Hill. “Please, don’t do this,” he whispered.
Beanie took the hot cup of coffee from his trembling hand so he wouldn’t burn himself then put a supportive hand on his shoulder, “It has to end, Orli. It has to end now. We won’t let it happen again, ever.”
“You little bastard!” Hill yelled as he jumped to his feet. “What did you do?” He started toward Orli but was forcefully slammed back into his seat by Ian.
“You are the bastard, Hill! How could you do that to someone especially someone like Orlando?” Ian demanded.
“Look I don’t know what he’s told you but I assure you it’s a lie,” he tried to cover while glaring at Orli. “I’m not that kind of person!”
“I didn’t lie about anything,” Orli said calmly. “Nor did I tell it freely.”
“That’s true,” Peter agreed. “We tried to force him to tell us what was wrong, that’s how we found the cuts and bruises. It was Viggo who figured out, by your own guilty actions that you were the one responsible. Orli had no choice but to tell us the truth.”
“Your jealousy of Orli had been obvious to all of us since you’ve been here,” Viggo offered. “I figured you had been putting Orli down when he lost his confidence again but it wasn’t until Ian saw the bruising that I realized the full extent of what you’d done to him.” Vig knelt in front of Orli pulling him to set on the edge of the sofa as he removed the boy’s shirt. Orli hung his head in shame wanting to just crawl into the ground and die.
Red flashed before Beanie’s eyes when he saw Orli’s battered body. He jerked him to his feet and looked him over thoroughly before kissing him on the head and pulling him into a crushing hug.
Beanie was shaking with anger and Vig could see the fire flash in his eyes and he knew what was going through his mind. Orli was innocent in so many ways that it reminded them of their own children forcing them to think of how they would feel were it them. Standing behind Orli he embraced them both, “Its ok, Sean. Orli is going to be fine.”
“Awe, isn’t this sweet,” Hill spat.
Beanie was on him in a heartbeat, fist pulled back ready to swing when Orli pulled him away. “Don’t, it’s not going to solve anything.” Sean reluctantly stepped back and got control of him self. Orli turned to Hill, “Leave me alone. If you ever touch me again I will make you pay. I may be a horrid actor but I can defend myself when I need to.”
“You’ve done a hell of a job so far,” he sniggered.
Orli shoved him hard into a wall causing his head to bounce off the plaster, “I let you make me think I deserved it, that I wasn’t worthy of anything better! Even though I still may believe that to be true all of these people don’t, they think it’s wrong. That tells me something, Hill; it tells me that I can’t be as bad as you make me out to be as an actor or a person. Just leave me alone, stay out of my life and I’ll stay out of yours.”
“This is how it’s going to work,” Peter interjected. “Hill you will NOT go near Orli unless it is on the set and only then will you be allowed near him if there are two of us with him. That means no, zero, naught, kind of contact off the set, is that understood? Good,” he said not waiting for an answer, “Starting tomorrow we will be filming all scenes with you in them and will do so consecutively until they are finished upon which time you will leave this studio and never set foot back here again. You will not attend Premiers, cast functions or TV, video specials of any kind involving anything to do with Lord Of The Rings. You will never mention this incident to any one or you will be sued to the fullest extent of the law by new line cinema, Orli and myself; is that understood?” No response, only silence. “Is that fucking understood?” he roared!
“Yes,” Hill ground out.
“Good now get the hell off my lot until tomorrow!”
He stood trying to muster some sheared of dignity and glared at Orli, “What did you do, fuck them all so they would defend you?”
Viggo lost it! He shoved Orli hard into Beanie knocking them both off balance then pounced on Hill! Before they recovered and pulled him off the king he managed to black one eye, bust his nose and bloody his lip. Once restrained he snarled, “Get out of here!”
Hill did just that, jumping to his feet he ran from the set never looking back.
Vig turned to Orli and kissed him until he was weak in the knees. Orli was shocked that he was doing this in front of people but soon melted into the embrace. They finally broke apart, breathless and smiling at each other.
“It’s about bloody time you two admitted your feelings for each other,” Ian said with a Cheshire grin. Peter and Beanie were laughing as well as the two lovers blushed.
“Ok, to steal a line from Lij,” Beanie laughed, “Group hug!” They spent the next few hours talking and reassuring Orli that things were fine and apologizing for not realizing sooner what was happening.
The FOTR was released in theaters and was a smashing success introducing the world to one of its newest stars Orlando Bloom. With in weeks every one had Orli/Legolas posters, photos and merchandise, so much so in fact he was called back in to make more! He got his first ever acting nominations and awards proving to the world and him self that he was one hell of an actor!
The end
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