Darkness Of The Mind Series 1/?
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vigorliDarkness of the mind
By: Naurel Greenleaf
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Orli is betrayed by a friend and his life is changed for ever. Will Viggo be able to help bring him back from the brink of self-destruction?
Paring: Orli/Viggo
Warnings: SLASH RAPE!! Loads of violence in the people. This fic is RPS! In no way is this fiction based on truth! It is made up ..un real.. did NOT happen!
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.
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It was a beautiful night in New Zealand warm and clear, the cast was filming the scenes just out side the gates of Moria where they have to save Frodo from the watcher. Peter called ‘action!’ and they began their walk to the gate when Dom slipped on a rock causing him to crash into Orlando sending them both sprawling to the ground with a grunt. Peter shook his head and yelled cut as everyone laughed. Beanie pulled Dom to his feet and a hand reached out to help Orlando up. His eyes locked with Viggo’s as he took the offered hand and was pulled to his feet, his entire body tingled at the contact.
Viggo laughed and clasped a hand on Orli’s shoulder, “Graceful elfboy, Elrond would be so proud!”
“Bite me filthy human,” Orli teased sending another wave of laughter through the group as he dusted himself off.
Peter walked to them, “Dom, Orli, you both ok?” Both nodded to the affirmative. “Ok lets do this again then. PLACES!”
“Yes,” Orli smiled looking over at Dom. “With out attacking the elf this time!”
“Sorry,” Dom said halfheartedly.
The rest of the shoot was brutal but went well. Orli was dead tired and had turned the hobbits down when they asked him if he wanted to go clubbing. He went to make up and had his ears and wig removed, dropped off his costume for cleaning and once again in his street clothes, he headed to his car. The only thing on his mind was a warm blanket and curling on to his sofa when he heard someone yelp. He looked around and saw Ian leaning against one of the make up trailers and rushed over to him.
“Damn it!”
“Ian, are you alright?”
“What?” he snapped both startled and embarrassed. He saw the concern on Orli’s face and softened, “Sorry, I seem to have twisted my ankle.”
“I’ll go find a medic, hang on.”
“No!” Ian grabbed Orland by the arm before he could get away. “I don’t want to make a fuss if I don’t have to. Peter would fire me being the old man on the set and all.”
Orlando laughed out loud, “Ian, trust me when I say Peter would never fire you and you are only as old as you feel.”
The older mans eyes sparkled, “Fine young one,” he teased, “Help me to my car?”
“Of course.” Ian wrapped his arm around his shoulders and Orli wrapped his arm around Ian’s waist. Together they headed to the parking lot. It was a real struggle for Ian to walk, “You can’t drive like this why don’t you let me take you home?”
“Nonsense, you look as though you’re about to drop this instant! I can drive myself!”
“And what will you do when you get there? Sit in your car all night?”
Ian looked at Orli and sighed, “I suppose your right.”
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They arrived at Ian’s apartment and Orli managed to get him inside. He groaned as he lowered Ian into one of the big cushy chairs, the effort putting strain on his already aching back. He quickly lifted Ian’s leg and placed it on a footstool, “Where is your ice pack?”
“Lenin closet in the bathroom,” he said while removing his shoe and sock.
Orli hurried down the hallway until he found the bathroom and retrieved the icepack. On his way back to the kitchen he thought to himself that he had been totally hosed on living previsions! His apartment was nice but lavish was the only word to describe this place. He returned to Ian and placed the cold pack on the swollen ankle.
“What are you thinking?” Ian asked.
“Huh?”
“You were lost in thought; what about?”
“Oh,” he blushed a bit. “I was thinking I got screwed on the apartment deal,” he stood, “But you are a brilliant actor and I am a nobody.”
His answer was so nonchalant that it shocked Ian. This kid truly thought he was nobody. “What do you mean you’re a nobody? You are Orlando Bloom! A bloody brilliant actor who is just starting out!”
Orli smiled and rolled his eyes, “Bullshit but thanks for the kind words.” Before Ian could speak again he asked, “What can I fix you to eat?”
“Nothing, I’ll be fine,” he said waving him off.
Orli raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest, “I’m not leaving until your fed and I am sure you are ok.”
He knew this was one argument he would not win, besides he was starving, “Fine but only if you eat with me.”
Orli smiled at his victory, “I’d love to.”
Ian laughed at the pleased look on Orlando’s face, “Fix what you like, the kitchen is stocked.”
About an hour later Orli was at his side once again helping him to his feet. The boy sat him down in a kitchen chair then quickly propped his foot on another before taking a seat of his own. Ian looked at the spread before him, Pasta with red sauce, salad and garlic bread. “This looks wonderful!”
“Thanks,” Orli blushed a bit as he ate his salad.
Ian tasted the pasta, “My God!”
Orli nearly choked, “What? I’m sorry is it awful? Can I get you something else?”
“Are you daft? This is bloody magnificent Orlando! Where on earth did you learn to cook like this?”
Orli sighed in relief, “My mum, she’s wonderful.”
“She must be,” Ian smiled. They sat in silence for a while then Ian spoke, “So, do you have a girl back home?”
Orli almost dropped his fork; he wasn’t expecting personal questions of such from Ian. “Uh, not for a while no. She said I would always be a nobody and she was not going to spend her life with a nobody.”
“Women,” Ian chuckled. “Take my word for it Orlando, men are much easier to have a relationship with.” He noticed the boy blush a bit. “Uh huh, who is he?”
“Pardon?” he squirmed.
“Who do you have the hots for young one?” He laughed merrily when Orlando turned three different shades of red. “It’s Viggo isn’t it?”
Orli hid his face in his hands, “Is it that obvious?”
“To me anyway,” Ian smiled.
“God,” Orli let out a breathy sigh. “I have never felt this way towards anyone in my life much less another man!”
“You’ve never?”
“No, never even considered it! I like women,” he paused, “A lot!” Ian laughed. It figures when I do finally fall,” he stopped himself hoping Ian wouldn’t pick up on what he almost said and continued, “for someone it would be someone who is taken and would never even dream of being with me.”
“Why wouldn’t he?”
“Because he has a girlfriend not to mention he’s straight!”
Ian couldn’t suppress his chuckle as Orli stood and paced frantically. The incessant pacing was driving Ian mad so he pulled the boy into his lap and held his arms tight in a big bear hug. “How do you know he is straight? Did you not just tell me you liked girls?”
“But!”
“No. You will never know until you ask him about it.” Orlando struggled to get up; the prospect of confronting Viggo with his feelings was not comforting so Ian tried to calm him. “How long have you liked him?”
He leaned back against Ian in defeat, “I liked Viggo from the first day we met but I didn’t like him like this until about a month ago.”
“What changed a month ago?”
“I got to know him.”
Ian smiled; this was no high school crush. “Then it is safe to say he has gotten to know you too. Maybe he would feel the same about you given the option.”
“I can’t,” came out as a whisper.
“Why?” Ian turned his head so he could look into the chocolate eyes and was surprised when he saw genuine fear staring back at him. He placed his hand on Orli’s chest, “Someone you loved dearly shattered your heart and left you alone.” Orli’s eyes widened but he didn’t speak. “Orlando you can’t hide your heart forever. Tell Viggo how you feel he may be just the one to help you put it back together.”
“No, no, no, no, no!” Orli panicked, no one had ever read him like Ian just had. He always hid his emotions so well.
“Fine, fine,” he said soothingly trying to calm the boy. “How about I just breach the topic of relationships with Viggo? No mention of you at all just finding out if he is into just women or men?” When he received no reaction from Orlando he knew that it was a silent ok. “I’ll let you know what I find out then,” with that Ian smacked Orlando’s stomach with a stinging slap causing him to breath out hard. “Go eat child, you are muscular but too damned skinny!”
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Weeks had passed and although Viggo had broken up with his girlfriend he had not spoken to Orlando off the set and neither had Ian. He knew Ian was just trying not to hurt him farther and letting him forget the fool he made of himself that night by pouring out his emotions and was grateful. What on earth had he been thinking? It could have turned out so badly had anyone else heard him swooning so. Thank goodness Ian was a true gentleman and knew how to keep secrets. It was tough seeing both he and Viggo on set now and he had began to try and duck them both if at all possible. “How could I have been so stupid?” he berated himself.
He was spending most of his time clubbing with the hobbits and some of the crewmembers that tagged along. He was glad everyone involved with the film was so nice that it was easy to become like a family. There was a technician named Dan that he had become friends with. He loved the hobbits and all but it was nice to have someone to talk to that you didn’t spend 12 to 18 hours a day with. Dan had suggested that they go check out a new club he’d found tonight and Orli had agreed.
Back on the lot in Viggo’s trailer Ian was not a happy man. “Why the hell haven’t you talked to him yet?”
“I’ve tried but he is avoiding me or busy with the hobbits.” Viggo stood with his back to his friend, “I think you were mistaken about what he said Ian. For Christ sake I’m old enough to be his father!”
“I was not mistaken!” the Gandalf voice boomed. “He is avoiding you because he’s hurt! He thinks you don’t care about him and he is avoiding me because I never spoke to him about it again! You promised me that you would talk to him after you broke up with your lady and you didn’t now he is mad at us both!”
“What would you have me say to him Ian?” Viggo shouted as he turned to the older man.
“Speak your heart you fool! Why are you youngsters so thick headed? You need not hide from what your heart knows is right!”
Viggo laughed, “You are an awful lot like Gandalf and even worse you are right. I am afraid to lose my heart again but it is not fair to him if I don’t confront my own feelings.”
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Orlando was growing more and more uneasy as they traveled farther into the bad part of town, “Where is this club Dan?”
“Just another block or so.”
“I really don’t think we should do this. I mean this isn’t the safest part of town and if something happens to me Peter will kill me then fire me and I just can’t afford to do that.”
“Come on Orli! I thought you were fearless!”
“Throwing ones self off a bridge, a cliff and out of airplanes does not make one fearless. Stupid perhaps, fearless no.”
Dan put on his best pouting face and acted hurt, “Fine, if you would prefer to spend the evening with the hobbits instead of me.”
Orli cringed, he hated that he had upset his friend so much, “I’m sorry Dan. It’s not that I don’t want to spend time with you it’s just,”
“No,” he cut in. “If you prefer to be with them that’s fine.”
“That’s not it!” Orli felt awful for hurting his friend and caved, “Look I’ll go but only for a few minuets I have an early casting call tomorrow.”
“Great!” Dan beamed, “You won’t regret it!”
They pulled into a parking space and Orli looked at the club entrance, it looked worse then he imagined it would but he followed his friend inside. “Come on,” Dan yelled over the music. “I reserved the ‘gray room’ for us and a few of my friends. I didn’t want you to have to deal with a ton of fans all night!” A wave of guilt washed over Orli, he had almost ruined this after all the trouble his friend had gone through for him. He let the man led him into the back room.
The room was a good size with light fixtures on the walls and a fully stocked bar. Chairs and sofas lined one side of the room and a few small tables with wooden chairs filled the other side with a dance floor in the center. All and all this was a nice place. He glanced over at the four men who were walking toward them.
“Orlando these are some of my mates,” Dan smiled. “Gentleman this is Orlando.”
“Nice to meet you,” Orli smiled as he shook their hands.
“Ready to party all night?” The one on the right asked.
Dan answered before he could. “The great mister Bloom can’t stay long boys he has an early casting call.”
Orli wasn’t sure he liked the way Dan had said that nor the look in his friends eyes.
“Then we best get started,” one of the others said.
That was the last thing Orli remembered before all hell broke loose. Hands were everywhere grabbing, pulling, clawing and forcing him down on to one of the tables. When he was flat on his back his brain kicked in and he realized what was happening. He began to fight back his fists started flying connection with anything they could as his legs kicked wildly. He managed to get back to his feet and tried to go for the door but he didn’t make it. Fists began connecting to his face and body as he was dragged back. He could feel his ribs snapping and his back felt like it was breaking from all the blows being rained down on it. Blood was gushing from some where on his head and face although he was not sure from where. The blows to his head had addled him and he had no control over his body. It was as if he was unconscious but he was awake. His clothes were torn away as the unforgiving hands held him down again. His friend Dan was laughing as he stood before him stroking himself.
“Come on Orlando, you know you want it,” he sneered.
“No!” he cried, his voice raspy.
“Yes,” Dan hissed as he stepped closer. “Fight it baby! It makes me so hot!”
Orli done the only thing he could do, he spat on him. The fists found him once again beating him back into stillness.
“Oh you are going to pay for that you bastard! Tie him up boys,” Dan ordered.
The men looped a set of handcuffs around one of the light fixtures attached to the wall then fastened them around Orlando’s wrists so that he was facing the wall. The metal bit into his flesh as he tried to force his weak legs to hold his weight.
Dan wrapped his belt around his fist leaving part of the leather strap hanging, the part with the buckle. “You will beg boy!” he shouted. Over and over again the leather and metal connected with Orli’s’ skin slashing and cutting with each vicious lash as they were rained down all over his body, a few even connection with his already pounding head. Finally, after what seemed like hours the beating stopped as Orli’s limp body hung from the wall fixture, blood pooling below him. He had no fight left in him when the hands found him once again, their touch burning his blistered and torn skin like an open flame. Once again he was slammed down on a table, this time his legs pulled painfully apart. He knew what was about to happen and prayed for death to take him now. His senses taking over; he began to scream as loud as he could knowing that he was screaming for his life.
“Shut him up!” Dan growled.
One of the men grabbed Orli’s hair and pulled his head back over the table, “Open wide boy,” he sneered. Orli clamped his jaw shut but six well-placed punches fractured his jawbone and left his mouth hanging open. “At least he won’t bite now,” he laughed as he shoved his dripping length down Orli’s unwilling throat. He gagged as his mouth was violated but he couldn’t stop it no matter how much he willed it to.
Dan pressed himself to Orli’s tight opening. One of the men offered Dan something for lube and he threw it away. “I want this to be something he will never forget! I want to hear him scream!” That said with one violent thrust he sheathed himself inside him.
Orli screamed at the unbearable pain that tore through his lower body and gagged hard as the shaft in his mouth was shoved deeper into his throat. Tears poured from his eyes as he felt hot liquid stream down his throat then the mass of flesh pulled out. He tried to take a breath but before he could another one was forced into his mouth and the brutal pounding started again while the agonizing pain below continued he prayed once again for death.
He thought that payer had been answered when the dick was pulled from his throat then he howled in pain, as the cock inside his ass was ripped free. He screamed and screamed until he threw up. More hands were on him, this time rolling him onto his side. He fought with all he had left and ended up falling to the floor with a thud.
“Take it easy kid, I’m not going to hurt you. Help is on the way!”
Orli heard people yelling and fighting around him as he curled into a fetal position sobbing. He felt something cover him and a large hand grasp his then things began to fade.
“My name is Mike, I’m a security guard here at the club. Can you tell me your name sir?” When he got no response he searched around them as best he could with out letting go of Orli’s hand. He found the discarded clothes and dug the wallet out, “Orlando Bloom?” Mike saw his eyes flutter a bit at his name but they closed instantly; he knew the boy was in trouble. He turned to another guard, “Go watch for the ambulance!” Turning his attention back to Orli, “Hang on Orlando, you’re going to be ok.”
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Elijah growled as he rolled over. The damn phone would just not stop ringing. “What!” Looking over at the clock it read 4:15 am.
“Mr. Wood? I’m so sorry to bother you this time of morning but I am calling in regards to a Mr. Orlando Bloom,” the woman said.
“Orli isn’t here lady,” he snapped.
“No sir, he is here at the hospital. We found your name and number in his wallet and we were wondering if you would help us get in touch with his family?”
“Hospital? What’s wrong? We are the only family Orli has here!”
“Could you come down to the hospital then? Mr. Bloom has been in an accident and,”
“I’m on my way!” Elijah hung up the phone and quickly got dressed. In true Elijah fashion before he left he called the rest of the fellowship as well as Hugo and Peter to meet him there.
He arrived in record time, surprised he wasn’t arrested for wreck less driving on the way but even more shocked to see Ian and Viggo were already there. He went to the older men and hugged them, “What have you found out? Is Orli ok?”
“He is in surgery,” Ian said softly.
“What?” Lij panicked. “What happened?”
“He was beaten badly,” Viggo said, his voice trembling. “The police will be coming to talk to us soon to explain.”
“He has to be ok Vig, he has to be!”
The rest of their group arrived a few moments before the police. They were escorted to a small empty waiting room by one of the nurses. The officers looked at all of them then the younger of the two spoke, “You are Mr. Bloom’s family?”
“Ai,” they all answered.
“What’s going on? What happened to Orli?” Viggo asked pleadingly.
“Mr. Bloom,”
“Orlando, his name is Orlando!” Lij snapped!
“Orlando,” the officer sighed, “was brutally assaulted by five men in the back room of a local club. The doctors will fill you in on his condition but we need any information you can give us about whom he was with tonight.”
“Dan,” a soft female voice said from behind them. They turned to see Liv. “I overheard them talking on the set yesterday. Dan asked Orli to go check out a new club he’d found.”
“So he went willingly?”
“Of course,” Fran said. “Dan is a member of our staff. Was he hurt as well?”
“The victim and the assailants were all injured although none major but Mister.. Orlando,” he corrected himself. “Orlando put up one hell of a fight. Then club security got into the fray. There is no doubt in my mind that they would have killed him or left him to bleed to death in some alley had security not caught them.”
“Where can we find these gentleman?” Ian asked. “We need to thank them for saving Orlando’s life.”
“They are at the station giving their statements right now but one man in particular wanted me to ask the family if he could come by and check on Orlando. His name is Mike, he is the one who first heard the boy’s screams and entered the room and alerted the other guards to the situation. They came in and subdued the attackers but it was Mike who saved him. He held his hand and talked to him until the paramedics came.”
“They are all welcome here,” Hugo said. “They are heroes and shall be treated as such.”
A door opened and two uniformed officers led out a man in handcuffs. Billy’s jaw dropped, “Dan?”
He stopped and looked at all of them. The expression on his face could be described as nothing less then pure evil, “I guess you fucks know what I did by now. I’m not sorry,” he sneered. “I’d do it over in a second to be buried in that tight ass again! So perfect and his screaming and begging me to stop made me…”
The man’s tirade was cut off when Viggo launched into him. The maylay didn’t last long but Vig managed to bust his nose before four officers pulled him away and rushed Dan to an awaiting squad car.
“Excuse me?” All eyes turned to the doctor who had come in during the altercation. “My name is Dr. Wesley; myself and doctor Murphy are the ones who are treating Orlando. I understand that you are his family?” he asked skeptically.
“We consider ourselves family though we are not blood,” Hugo admitted.
The doctor smiled, “Thank you for being honest with me. I spoke with Orlando’s mother and she told me how close you were and that it was ok to give you information about his condition because she will not come here.” They all looked at him; shocked.
“Orlando is out of surgery and has been moved into intensive care. He has broken and fractured ribs, one of which punctured his lung. The lung was repaired and should heal fine. His jaw was dislocated the right bone had a hairline fracture. His nose is really swollen and by all means should be broken but is not. His hands are both swollen with abrasions and some dislocated fingers and torn ligaments. His back is a very strong concern at this point. MRI’S show that he has two bulging disks that we will have to watch. His kidneys are severely bruised almost to the point of not functioning. The worst of his injuries are,”
“The worst?” Peter croaked. “We haven’t gotten to the worst yet?” Fran hugged him.
The doctor looked around the room. Viggo was about to lose it Beanie and Ian were supporting him while shedding tears of their own. Liv and Hugo had a huddle of crying hobbits they were trying to comfort and they hadn’t gotten to the worst yet? “What is the worst?” Vig asked. He didn’t want to know but he had to.
“Orlando was struck in the head and face repeatedly which has caused his brain to swell. If the swelling keeps increasing it could cause brain damage and,” He took a deep breath, “As you’ve already heard Orlando was also brutally rapped. There was muscle and tissue damage but it will heal in time. The mental scars are going to be the hardest to overcome. I don’t know this young man but I can see he is a fighter and that is what he is going to have to do to get through this. You will have to fight as well. He will do all in his power to push you away or make you hate him to ease his guilt. You can’t let that happen. I’m not saying that you should force him to relive this when he isn’t ready but you need to let him know that when he is ready to talk that you will be there for him. I could lose my job for saying this but his mother lost it when she heard about the rape and doesn’t know how to face him. She said it made her feel different towards him. She still loves him of course, more then anything but she is going to need some counseling of her own to deal with this. I’m asking you, if any of you feel the same please, stay away from him it could cause irreversible harm to his recovery. As I said he will push you away and demand you leave him alone but he won’t entirely mean it. He will fear closeness again and it will take him time to earn that. It will probably be with one person before the entire group.”
“You keep saying that he will try to ease his guilt,” Billy said, “What is he guilty about?”
“Rape victims, especially men, blame themselves for what happened. They feel like they were weak in not being able to fight their attackers off and they think others see them as weak as well. He will think you see him as used, unworthy and unlovable. Treat him as you always would until his attitude comes out then be firm but not forceful. I know this is a lot to take in at once but,”
“Thank you,” Viggo said, his voice laced with emotion. “We will be there for him.”
“Damn right,” Sean said.
“We are family, all of us,” Beanie added as he embraced a sobbing Viggo. The embrace grew as the others joined until they were cried out.
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By: Naurel Greenleaf
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Orli is betrayed by a friend and his life is changed for ever. Will Viggo be able to help bring him back from the brink of self-destruction?
Paring: Orli/Viggo
Warnings: SLASH RAPE!! Loads of violence in the people. This fic is RPS! In no way is this fiction based on truth! It is made up ..un real.. did NOT happen!
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.
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It was a beautiful night in New Zealand warm and clear, the cast was filming the scenes just out side the gates of Moria where they have to save Frodo from the watcher. Peter called ‘action!’ and they began their walk to the gate when Dom slipped on a rock causing him to crash into Orlando sending them both sprawling to the ground with a grunt. Peter shook his head and yelled cut as everyone laughed. Beanie pulled Dom to his feet and a hand reached out to help Orlando up. His eyes locked with Viggo’s as he took the offered hand and was pulled to his feet, his entire body tingled at the contact.
Viggo laughed and clasped a hand on Orli’s shoulder, “Graceful elfboy, Elrond would be so proud!”
“Bite me filthy human,” Orli teased sending another wave of laughter through the group as he dusted himself off.
Peter walked to them, “Dom, Orli, you both ok?” Both nodded to the affirmative. “Ok lets do this again then. PLACES!”
“Yes,” Orli smiled looking over at Dom. “With out attacking the elf this time!”
“Sorry,” Dom said halfheartedly.
The rest of the shoot was brutal but went well. Orli was dead tired and had turned the hobbits down when they asked him if he wanted to go clubbing. He went to make up and had his ears and wig removed, dropped off his costume for cleaning and once again in his street clothes, he headed to his car. The only thing on his mind was a warm blanket and curling on to his sofa when he heard someone yelp. He looked around and saw Ian leaning against one of the make up trailers and rushed over to him.
“Damn it!”
“Ian, are you alright?”
“What?” he snapped both startled and embarrassed. He saw the concern on Orli’s face and softened, “Sorry, I seem to have twisted my ankle.”
“I’ll go find a medic, hang on.”
“No!” Ian grabbed Orland by the arm before he could get away. “I don’t want to make a fuss if I don’t have to. Peter would fire me being the old man on the set and all.”
Orlando laughed out loud, “Ian, trust me when I say Peter would never fire you and you are only as old as you feel.”
The older mans eyes sparkled, “Fine young one,” he teased, “Help me to my car?”
“Of course.” Ian wrapped his arm around his shoulders and Orli wrapped his arm around Ian’s waist. Together they headed to the parking lot. It was a real struggle for Ian to walk, “You can’t drive like this why don’t you let me take you home?”
“Nonsense, you look as though you’re about to drop this instant! I can drive myself!”
“And what will you do when you get there? Sit in your car all night?”
Ian looked at Orli and sighed, “I suppose your right.”
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They arrived at Ian’s apartment and Orli managed to get him inside. He groaned as he lowered Ian into one of the big cushy chairs, the effort putting strain on his already aching back. He quickly lifted Ian’s leg and placed it on a footstool, “Where is your ice pack?”
“Lenin closet in the bathroom,” he said while removing his shoe and sock.
Orli hurried down the hallway until he found the bathroom and retrieved the icepack. On his way back to the kitchen he thought to himself that he had been totally hosed on living previsions! His apartment was nice but lavish was the only word to describe this place. He returned to Ian and placed the cold pack on the swollen ankle.
“What are you thinking?” Ian asked.
“Huh?”
“You were lost in thought; what about?”
“Oh,” he blushed a bit. “I was thinking I got screwed on the apartment deal,” he stood, “But you are a brilliant actor and I am a nobody.”
His answer was so nonchalant that it shocked Ian. This kid truly thought he was nobody. “What do you mean you’re a nobody? You are Orlando Bloom! A bloody brilliant actor who is just starting out!”
Orli smiled and rolled his eyes, “Bullshit but thanks for the kind words.” Before Ian could speak again he asked, “What can I fix you to eat?”
“Nothing, I’ll be fine,” he said waving him off.
Orli raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest, “I’m not leaving until your fed and I am sure you are ok.”
He knew this was one argument he would not win, besides he was starving, “Fine but only if you eat with me.”
Orli smiled at his victory, “I’d love to.”
Ian laughed at the pleased look on Orlando’s face, “Fix what you like, the kitchen is stocked.”
About an hour later Orli was at his side once again helping him to his feet. The boy sat him down in a kitchen chair then quickly propped his foot on another before taking a seat of his own. Ian looked at the spread before him, Pasta with red sauce, salad and garlic bread. “This looks wonderful!”
“Thanks,” Orli blushed a bit as he ate his salad.
Ian tasted the pasta, “My God!”
Orli nearly choked, “What? I’m sorry is it awful? Can I get you something else?”
“Are you daft? This is bloody magnificent Orlando! Where on earth did you learn to cook like this?”
Orli sighed in relief, “My mum, she’s wonderful.”
“She must be,” Ian smiled. They sat in silence for a while then Ian spoke, “So, do you have a girl back home?”
Orli almost dropped his fork; he wasn’t expecting personal questions of such from Ian. “Uh, not for a while no. She said I would always be a nobody and she was not going to spend her life with a nobody.”
“Women,” Ian chuckled. “Take my word for it Orlando, men are much easier to have a relationship with.” He noticed the boy blush a bit. “Uh huh, who is he?”
“Pardon?” he squirmed.
“Who do you have the hots for young one?” He laughed merrily when Orlando turned three different shades of red. “It’s Viggo isn’t it?”
Orli hid his face in his hands, “Is it that obvious?”
“To me anyway,” Ian smiled.
“God,” Orli let out a breathy sigh. “I have never felt this way towards anyone in my life much less another man!”
“You’ve never?”
“No, never even considered it! I like women,” he paused, “A lot!” Ian laughed. It figures when I do finally fall,” he stopped himself hoping Ian wouldn’t pick up on what he almost said and continued, “for someone it would be someone who is taken and would never even dream of being with me.”
“Why wouldn’t he?”
“Because he has a girlfriend not to mention he’s straight!”
Ian couldn’t suppress his chuckle as Orli stood and paced frantically. The incessant pacing was driving Ian mad so he pulled the boy into his lap and held his arms tight in a big bear hug. “How do you know he is straight? Did you not just tell me you liked girls?”
“But!”
“No. You will never know until you ask him about it.” Orlando struggled to get up; the prospect of confronting Viggo with his feelings was not comforting so Ian tried to calm him. “How long have you liked him?”
He leaned back against Ian in defeat, “I liked Viggo from the first day we met but I didn’t like him like this until about a month ago.”
“What changed a month ago?”
“I got to know him.”
Ian smiled; this was no high school crush. “Then it is safe to say he has gotten to know you too. Maybe he would feel the same about you given the option.”
“I can’t,” came out as a whisper.
“Why?” Ian turned his head so he could look into the chocolate eyes and was surprised when he saw genuine fear staring back at him. He placed his hand on Orli’s chest, “Someone you loved dearly shattered your heart and left you alone.” Orli’s eyes widened but he didn’t speak. “Orlando you can’t hide your heart forever. Tell Viggo how you feel he may be just the one to help you put it back together.”
“No, no, no, no, no!” Orli panicked, no one had ever read him like Ian just had. He always hid his emotions so well.
“Fine, fine,” he said soothingly trying to calm the boy. “How about I just breach the topic of relationships with Viggo? No mention of you at all just finding out if he is into just women or men?” When he received no reaction from Orlando he knew that it was a silent ok. “I’ll let you know what I find out then,” with that Ian smacked Orlando’s stomach with a stinging slap causing him to breath out hard. “Go eat child, you are muscular but too damned skinny!”
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Weeks had passed and although Viggo had broken up with his girlfriend he had not spoken to Orlando off the set and neither had Ian. He knew Ian was just trying not to hurt him farther and letting him forget the fool he made of himself that night by pouring out his emotions and was grateful. What on earth had he been thinking? It could have turned out so badly had anyone else heard him swooning so. Thank goodness Ian was a true gentleman and knew how to keep secrets. It was tough seeing both he and Viggo on set now and he had began to try and duck them both if at all possible. “How could I have been so stupid?” he berated himself.
He was spending most of his time clubbing with the hobbits and some of the crewmembers that tagged along. He was glad everyone involved with the film was so nice that it was easy to become like a family. There was a technician named Dan that he had become friends with. He loved the hobbits and all but it was nice to have someone to talk to that you didn’t spend 12 to 18 hours a day with. Dan had suggested that they go check out a new club he’d found tonight and Orli had agreed.
Back on the lot in Viggo’s trailer Ian was not a happy man. “Why the hell haven’t you talked to him yet?”
“I’ve tried but he is avoiding me or busy with the hobbits.” Viggo stood with his back to his friend, “I think you were mistaken about what he said Ian. For Christ sake I’m old enough to be his father!”
“I was not mistaken!” the Gandalf voice boomed. “He is avoiding you because he’s hurt! He thinks you don’t care about him and he is avoiding me because I never spoke to him about it again! You promised me that you would talk to him after you broke up with your lady and you didn’t now he is mad at us both!”
“What would you have me say to him Ian?” Viggo shouted as he turned to the older man.
“Speak your heart you fool! Why are you youngsters so thick headed? You need not hide from what your heart knows is right!”
Viggo laughed, “You are an awful lot like Gandalf and even worse you are right. I am afraid to lose my heart again but it is not fair to him if I don’t confront my own feelings.”
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Orlando was growing more and more uneasy as they traveled farther into the bad part of town, “Where is this club Dan?”
“Just another block or so.”
“I really don’t think we should do this. I mean this isn’t the safest part of town and if something happens to me Peter will kill me then fire me and I just can’t afford to do that.”
“Come on Orli! I thought you were fearless!”
“Throwing ones self off a bridge, a cliff and out of airplanes does not make one fearless. Stupid perhaps, fearless no.”
Dan put on his best pouting face and acted hurt, “Fine, if you would prefer to spend the evening with the hobbits instead of me.”
Orli cringed, he hated that he had upset his friend so much, “I’m sorry Dan. It’s not that I don’t want to spend time with you it’s just,”
“No,” he cut in. “If you prefer to be with them that’s fine.”
“That’s not it!” Orli felt awful for hurting his friend and caved, “Look I’ll go but only for a few minuets I have an early casting call tomorrow.”
“Great!” Dan beamed, “You won’t regret it!”
They pulled into a parking space and Orli looked at the club entrance, it looked worse then he imagined it would but he followed his friend inside. “Come on,” Dan yelled over the music. “I reserved the ‘gray room’ for us and a few of my friends. I didn’t want you to have to deal with a ton of fans all night!” A wave of guilt washed over Orli, he had almost ruined this after all the trouble his friend had gone through for him. He let the man led him into the back room.
The room was a good size with light fixtures on the walls and a fully stocked bar. Chairs and sofas lined one side of the room and a few small tables with wooden chairs filled the other side with a dance floor in the center. All and all this was a nice place. He glanced over at the four men who were walking toward them.
“Orlando these are some of my mates,” Dan smiled. “Gentleman this is Orlando.”
“Nice to meet you,” Orli smiled as he shook their hands.
“Ready to party all night?” The one on the right asked.
Dan answered before he could. “The great mister Bloom can’t stay long boys he has an early casting call.”
Orli wasn’t sure he liked the way Dan had said that nor the look in his friends eyes.
“Then we best get started,” one of the others said.
That was the last thing Orli remembered before all hell broke loose. Hands were everywhere grabbing, pulling, clawing and forcing him down on to one of the tables. When he was flat on his back his brain kicked in and he realized what was happening. He began to fight back his fists started flying connection with anything they could as his legs kicked wildly. He managed to get back to his feet and tried to go for the door but he didn’t make it. Fists began connecting to his face and body as he was dragged back. He could feel his ribs snapping and his back felt like it was breaking from all the blows being rained down on it. Blood was gushing from some where on his head and face although he was not sure from where. The blows to his head had addled him and he had no control over his body. It was as if he was unconscious but he was awake. His clothes were torn away as the unforgiving hands held him down again. His friend Dan was laughing as he stood before him stroking himself.
“Come on Orlando, you know you want it,” he sneered.
“No!” he cried, his voice raspy.
“Yes,” Dan hissed as he stepped closer. “Fight it baby! It makes me so hot!”
Orli done the only thing he could do, he spat on him. The fists found him once again beating him back into stillness.
“Oh you are going to pay for that you bastard! Tie him up boys,” Dan ordered.
The men looped a set of handcuffs around one of the light fixtures attached to the wall then fastened them around Orlando’s wrists so that he was facing the wall. The metal bit into his flesh as he tried to force his weak legs to hold his weight.
Dan wrapped his belt around his fist leaving part of the leather strap hanging, the part with the buckle. “You will beg boy!” he shouted. Over and over again the leather and metal connected with Orli’s’ skin slashing and cutting with each vicious lash as they were rained down all over his body, a few even connection with his already pounding head. Finally, after what seemed like hours the beating stopped as Orli’s limp body hung from the wall fixture, blood pooling below him. He had no fight left in him when the hands found him once again, their touch burning his blistered and torn skin like an open flame. Once again he was slammed down on a table, this time his legs pulled painfully apart. He knew what was about to happen and prayed for death to take him now. His senses taking over; he began to scream as loud as he could knowing that he was screaming for his life.
“Shut him up!” Dan growled.
One of the men grabbed Orli’s hair and pulled his head back over the table, “Open wide boy,” he sneered. Orli clamped his jaw shut but six well-placed punches fractured his jawbone and left his mouth hanging open. “At least he won’t bite now,” he laughed as he shoved his dripping length down Orli’s unwilling throat. He gagged as his mouth was violated but he couldn’t stop it no matter how much he willed it to.
Dan pressed himself to Orli’s tight opening. One of the men offered Dan something for lube and he threw it away. “I want this to be something he will never forget! I want to hear him scream!” That said with one violent thrust he sheathed himself inside him.
Orli screamed at the unbearable pain that tore through his lower body and gagged hard as the shaft in his mouth was shoved deeper into his throat. Tears poured from his eyes as he felt hot liquid stream down his throat then the mass of flesh pulled out. He tried to take a breath but before he could another one was forced into his mouth and the brutal pounding started again while the agonizing pain below continued he prayed once again for death.
He thought that payer had been answered when the dick was pulled from his throat then he howled in pain, as the cock inside his ass was ripped free. He screamed and screamed until he threw up. More hands were on him, this time rolling him onto his side. He fought with all he had left and ended up falling to the floor with a thud.
“Take it easy kid, I’m not going to hurt you. Help is on the way!”
Orli heard people yelling and fighting around him as he curled into a fetal position sobbing. He felt something cover him and a large hand grasp his then things began to fade.
“My name is Mike, I’m a security guard here at the club. Can you tell me your name sir?” When he got no response he searched around them as best he could with out letting go of Orli’s hand. He found the discarded clothes and dug the wallet out, “Orlando Bloom?” Mike saw his eyes flutter a bit at his name but they closed instantly; he knew the boy was in trouble. He turned to another guard, “Go watch for the ambulance!” Turning his attention back to Orli, “Hang on Orlando, you’re going to be ok.”
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Elijah growled as he rolled over. The damn phone would just not stop ringing. “What!” Looking over at the clock it read 4:15 am.
“Mr. Wood? I’m so sorry to bother you this time of morning but I am calling in regards to a Mr. Orlando Bloom,” the woman said.
“Orli isn’t here lady,” he snapped.
“No sir, he is here at the hospital. We found your name and number in his wallet and we were wondering if you would help us get in touch with his family?”
“Hospital? What’s wrong? We are the only family Orli has here!”
“Could you come down to the hospital then? Mr. Bloom has been in an accident and,”
“I’m on my way!” Elijah hung up the phone and quickly got dressed. In true Elijah fashion before he left he called the rest of the fellowship as well as Hugo and Peter to meet him there.
He arrived in record time, surprised he wasn’t arrested for wreck less driving on the way but even more shocked to see Ian and Viggo were already there. He went to the older men and hugged them, “What have you found out? Is Orli ok?”
“He is in surgery,” Ian said softly.
“What?” Lij panicked. “What happened?”
“He was beaten badly,” Viggo said, his voice trembling. “The police will be coming to talk to us soon to explain.”
“He has to be ok Vig, he has to be!”
The rest of their group arrived a few moments before the police. They were escorted to a small empty waiting room by one of the nurses. The officers looked at all of them then the younger of the two spoke, “You are Mr. Bloom’s family?”
“Ai,” they all answered.
“What’s going on? What happened to Orli?” Viggo asked pleadingly.
“Mr. Bloom,”
“Orlando, his name is Orlando!” Lij snapped!
“Orlando,” the officer sighed, “was brutally assaulted by five men in the back room of a local club. The doctors will fill you in on his condition but we need any information you can give us about whom he was with tonight.”
“Dan,” a soft female voice said from behind them. They turned to see Liv. “I overheard them talking on the set yesterday. Dan asked Orli to go check out a new club he’d found.”
“So he went willingly?”
“Of course,” Fran said. “Dan is a member of our staff. Was he hurt as well?”
“The victim and the assailants were all injured although none major but Mister.. Orlando,” he corrected himself. “Orlando put up one hell of a fight. Then club security got into the fray. There is no doubt in my mind that they would have killed him or left him to bleed to death in some alley had security not caught them.”
“Where can we find these gentleman?” Ian asked. “We need to thank them for saving Orlando’s life.”
“They are at the station giving their statements right now but one man in particular wanted me to ask the family if he could come by and check on Orlando. His name is Mike, he is the one who first heard the boy’s screams and entered the room and alerted the other guards to the situation. They came in and subdued the attackers but it was Mike who saved him. He held his hand and talked to him until the paramedics came.”
“They are all welcome here,” Hugo said. “They are heroes and shall be treated as such.”
A door opened and two uniformed officers led out a man in handcuffs. Billy’s jaw dropped, “Dan?”
He stopped and looked at all of them. The expression on his face could be described as nothing less then pure evil, “I guess you fucks know what I did by now. I’m not sorry,” he sneered. “I’d do it over in a second to be buried in that tight ass again! So perfect and his screaming and begging me to stop made me…”
The man’s tirade was cut off when Viggo launched into him. The maylay didn’t last long but Vig managed to bust his nose before four officers pulled him away and rushed Dan to an awaiting squad car.
“Excuse me?” All eyes turned to the doctor who had come in during the altercation. “My name is Dr. Wesley; myself and doctor Murphy are the ones who are treating Orlando. I understand that you are his family?” he asked skeptically.
“We consider ourselves family though we are not blood,” Hugo admitted.
The doctor smiled, “Thank you for being honest with me. I spoke with Orlando’s mother and she told me how close you were and that it was ok to give you information about his condition because she will not come here.” They all looked at him; shocked.
“Orlando is out of surgery and has been moved into intensive care. He has broken and fractured ribs, one of which punctured his lung. The lung was repaired and should heal fine. His jaw was dislocated the right bone had a hairline fracture. His nose is really swollen and by all means should be broken but is not. His hands are both swollen with abrasions and some dislocated fingers and torn ligaments. His back is a very strong concern at this point. MRI’S show that he has two bulging disks that we will have to watch. His kidneys are severely bruised almost to the point of not functioning. The worst of his injuries are,”
“The worst?” Peter croaked. “We haven’t gotten to the worst yet?” Fran hugged him.
The doctor looked around the room. Viggo was about to lose it Beanie and Ian were supporting him while shedding tears of their own. Liv and Hugo had a huddle of crying hobbits they were trying to comfort and they hadn’t gotten to the worst yet? “What is the worst?” Vig asked. He didn’t want to know but he had to.
“Orlando was struck in the head and face repeatedly which has caused his brain to swell. If the swelling keeps increasing it could cause brain damage and,” He took a deep breath, “As you’ve already heard Orlando was also brutally rapped. There was muscle and tissue damage but it will heal in time. The mental scars are going to be the hardest to overcome. I don’t know this young man but I can see he is a fighter and that is what he is going to have to do to get through this. You will have to fight as well. He will do all in his power to push you away or make you hate him to ease his guilt. You can’t let that happen. I’m not saying that you should force him to relive this when he isn’t ready but you need to let him know that when he is ready to talk that you will be there for him. I could lose my job for saying this but his mother lost it when she heard about the rape and doesn’t know how to face him. She said it made her feel different towards him. She still loves him of course, more then anything but she is going to need some counseling of her own to deal with this. I’m asking you, if any of you feel the same please, stay away from him it could cause irreversible harm to his recovery. As I said he will push you away and demand you leave him alone but he won’t entirely mean it. He will fear closeness again and it will take him time to earn that. It will probably be with one person before the entire group.”
“You keep saying that he will try to ease his guilt,” Billy said, “What is he guilty about?”
“Rape victims, especially men, blame themselves for what happened. They feel like they were weak in not being able to fight their attackers off and they think others see them as weak as well. He will think you see him as used, unworthy and unlovable. Treat him as you always would until his attitude comes out then be firm but not forceful. I know this is a lot to take in at once but,”
“Thank you,” Viggo said, his voice laced with emotion. “We will be there for him.”
“Damn right,” Sean said.
“We are family, all of us,” Beanie added as he embraced a sobbing Viggo. The embrace grew as the others joined until they were cried out.
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