vigorli

Darkness of the mind Series Part 3 :Angel

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!

Special thanks to my wonderful beta zebraljb! I couldn’t live with out her!

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.

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Viggo walked away from the window and back to Orli. Setting on the side of the bed he began to cry. “I…I don’t know if you can hear me or not but they said we should talk to you. If you, can, hear us then you know I have been here since the day you were brought in. I’m sorry that I haven’t actually spoken to you before now but I…I was afraid if you heard my voice you would never want to wake up.” He softly caressed Orli’s face. “I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you about how you felt but I was so afraid. I was afraid that you would decide it was all a joke or that you would get tired of being with an old man; that you would need someone better and rip my heart out. Instead of being honest with you and talking to you I hurt you. I caused all of this to happen and in turn broke my own heart. God Orli, if I had just gone to you none of this would have happened! You would have been with me instead of that bastard Dan! I could have protected you or at least I would have been with you and you wouldn’t have had to go through it alone!” He took the slender hand into his own, “Please, Orlando, wake up. Wake up and tell me you hate me, tell me you want me dead, anything! Just please, wake up.” He laid his head on Orli’s chest and completely broke down, sobbing and holding the limp body close to his. “I’m sorry, Orli! I’m so sorry! Please forgive me, hate me, anything, just wake up, please. I need you, Orlando; I need you so much.”

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Sean pulled into the driveway and got out of his car. Hoping he had the right house he knocked on the door; it opened. “Hello,” the woman smiled.

“Hi, ‘m not sure if you remember me or not but.”

“You’re Sean, of course I remember! Is Orli with you?”

“No, that’s what I was hoping to talk to you about.”

She read the emotions as they played across Sean’s face. “Of course, come in please.” Once inside and seated on the over stuffed sofa she continued, “Orli was hurt bad wasn’t he? Worse then they are saying on the news.”

Sean nodded, glad she knew a bit of what was going on; it would make this easier. “He’s in a coma right now. His physical wounds are healing and his brain has stopped swelling but he won’t wake up.” He fought hard to hide the tears that stung his eyes but the pain in his voice betrayed his emotions. “The doctors think he suffered permanent brain damage due to pressure the swelling caused but I don’t believe that; I can’t believe that.”

Linda wiped away her own tears, “My God what did they do to him, Sean?”

He looked her in the eyes and with out saying a word a mental understanding passed between them; she gasped. “I can’t tell you what happened Linda, only that Orli and another of my dear friends need your help.”

“What can we do?”

Sean told her about his idea, explained who Viggo was, how distraught all their friends had been and what he had hoped to accomplish; Linda agreed.

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Viggo was still clutching Orli when Hugo and Ian arrived. The sobs had resolved to a constant stream of silent tears, his body was limp and eyes distant as Hugo lifted him up. “I think he’s in shock.”

Ian went to find a nurse while Hugo lifted Viggo and placed him in a nearby chair. Ian returned with a nurse and Dr. Wesley. The doctor examined him and sighed, “He is in shock. It’s nothing life threatening but I fear that in his mental state he may completely slip away. I’ll give him something to relax him and get him a room that’s all I can do.”

“That wouldn’t work,” Ian said from behind him. “He will not leave Orli’s side and if he is forced to I fear it will only make it worse.”

Dr. Wesley agreed, gave Vig a shot and left just as the hobbits walked in. They all looked at Vig and the state he was in and was about to ask when Ian explained. The sadness was thick in the air when Elijah broke the silence, “Why the hell did Bean call us here and where is he?”

“I’m right here,” he said as he led his two friends inside. They all looked on as the little girl pushed her way inside, climbed up on the bed and crawled up the sheets until she was next to Orli’s head. Lifting her small hand she stroked the side of his face before kissing him on the cheek and whispering something to him. Her small blond head lifted and she turned to face her mom and Sean; eyes filled with tears she said, “Mommy, my angel won’t talk to me.”

Linda went to her, “He’s sick, honey. Remember what we talked about?”

Emily shook her head yes then touched Orli’s face again. This time she giggled and smiled, “Don’t be sad, angels don’t die!”

Everyone was looking at Sean in utter confusion and anger as to who these people were and why the hell he brought a little girl there. Linda picked up on the looks and started to explain, “I guess your wondering who we are and why we are here, huh?” She lifted Emily from the bed and put her on the floor.

After giving a small snort of protest the little girl went straight to Viggo and climbed into his lap. Happily settled against his chest she looked up into his eyes, “I’m Emily and Orli is my angel.” Viggo’s red-rimmed eyes shot down to meet hers. “I had leukemia and Orli tooked care of me.” She smiled brightly, “I’m a hobbit and he’s a prince! He said it was his job to take care of hobbits so he tooked care of me.” The hobbit’s faces saddened as she leaned in toward Viggo and whispered, “but I know it’s ‘cause he is really my angel.”

Linda told everyone in great detail how they had met Orli and everything he had done to help them. Sean added what he knew then explained his reasoning for bringing Linda and Emily to see Orli. When they were finished there wasn’t a dry eye in the room.

Emily squirmed out of Viggo’s lap. Taking his hand she pulled it the distance to the bed then laid Orli’s hand in his. Putting her own small one on top of them she smiled, “It’s time to wake up angel, we need you.”

Viggo gasped as he felt Orli’s had squeezed his tightly. “Orli, can you hear me? Orli? Squeeze my hand if you can hear me!” The frail hand in his gripped hard once more. Viggo jumped up and kissed his brow.

Hugo ran for a doctor as Emily jumped into Sean’s arms. “Orli’s waking up now, you don’t have to be sad anymore.”

Sean hugged her and kissed her head, “Guess that makes you an angel to all of us.”

She laughed and looked around the room, “Mommy I’m an angel like Orli!”

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