Out of the Darkness...Light (Chapter 1/?)
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vigorliTitle: Out of the Darkness...Light (Chapter 1/?)
Author: DS
Pairing: Orlando/Viggo
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Orlando undergoes a terrible, life-shattering experience, but will
find a light at the end of the tunnel
Warnings: Mentions of rape and violence; extreme emotional suffering
Disclaimer: I have no affiliations with any of the actors, only the
plot is mine.
Feedback: I'd love to hear what you think.
Note: I originally began writing and posting this story several years ago,
but was sidetracked by real life and had to put the story on the shelf. I'm
back now and want to finish it, so I'm going to post it once again. I'm
starting at the beginning, for those who missed it the first time:)
"Well, it’ about time you showed up!" Peter Jackson was not amused. "And
what have you been into?"
Striding forward , he reached out and took hold of his young actor’s chin,
tilting the boy’s head back so he could better view the damage.
Dark, mottled bruising was evident around the left eye and cheekbone, down
the entire side of the tense jawbone and around the neck, disappearing
under the young man’s shirt collar. Taking a deep breath, the usually
amiable director visibly struggled to control his rising temper.
"Orlando, what you do on your own time is your own business. Except when
it interferes with your job, part of which is to be here on time, ready to
work. You’re here because of this movie. Don’t ever forget that!"
From the suddenly unnatural hush of the sidelines, Viggo watched as the boy
gave a quick nod, eyes fixed steadily on the ground between his feet.
Seemingly satisfied, the stocky director returned to his chair and lowered
himself into it with one last weary look at his young actor.
Orlando hadn’t moved. He remained standing where Peter had left him, eyes
cast downward, expression stony. He didn’t move and, in fact, barely
seemed to be breathing. The young man was strung so tight that Viggo could
see the tension in his jaw as he ground his teeth together.
He heard renewed activity around him as everyone else, realizing the show
was over, returned to whatever they’d been doing when it had started.
Dragging his gaze away from the young man, Viggo looked to his right,
where he was being poked in the ribs by Sean Bean, who nodded his head
towards what had just a few moments ago been center stage.
"Looks like he did get a better offer last night, eh?" the Brit joked,
referring to their poker game and Orlando’s marked absence. Hearing Beanie
chuckle to himself, Viggo again looked over at his young costar and finally
just shrugged. Better offer? Maybe he had, maybe he had.
Although the bruises…Viggo mentally shook himself. What the kid did on his
own time was his own business. And the next time he asked to sit in on
their poker game he could… he could… well, he could just go do something
else! He stalked over to his ‘spot,’ closely followed by Sean Bean.
No actual filming was being done today and so everyone had been told to come
in his or her street clothes -- comfortable clothes. Today they were doing
a last run through of the exit of Moria scene. Tomorrow it would be
makeup, costumes and action! The atmosphere today, though, was perhaps
even more intense than that of an actual filming day because everyone was
focused on getting their marks right, remembering their lines and their
actions.
Tomorrow, with the cameras rolling, there could be no slipups. Mistakes
were expensive. Peter didn’t like to go over budget. So today, everyone
was trying his or her best to get everything right.
Of course, it wasn’t helping matters that Orlando just couldn’t get it right
today. Oh, it was obvious the boy was trying; something was just…off. And
people were getting ticked. Viggo could tell. It wasn’t so bad the first
time they all stumbled out of the ‘cave’ and Orlando literally tripped over
his own foot, falling flat on his face, quite unlike his graceful elf
counterpart. That, at least, had gotten a laugh out of everybody. And the
second time when he raced out only to find himself fighting for a spot on
John’s mark, much like a baseball player arriving too soon on a crowded
base. They’d all shrugged it off. It happened sometimes.
By the seventh run-through, however, tempers were starting to flare,
murderous invectives were being muttered quietly and people were literally
glaring. And it was all directed at one person: Orlando Bloom. To Viggo’s
eye, however, Orlando appeared to be totally oblivious to the tension he was
creating. Instead the young man seemed to be totally focused, but on
something else. Viggo just shook his head.
Finally, seeming to recognize the fact that someone was going to blow any
time now, Peter called a halt to the proceedings and asked Orlando to step
aside. Scowls and dirty looks followed the young man’s progress over to
the director’s chair. Of course, most of the fellowship was intent on
calming their heaving chests and regaining their breath after sprinting
from the ‘cave’ entrance to their marks seven times in less than an hour.
Viggo, himself, wasn’t in too bad a shape, but nevertheless he remained
still, focusing on slowing his breathing and relaxing his tensing muscles.
From the corner of his eye, he watched as Peter spoke to Orlando, waving
his hands in the air as he was wont to do, pointing here, pointing there.
Though he couldn’t hear what was being said, Viggo could tell that neither
man was happy. Finally, after what seemed an eternity but was,in
actuality, only a few moments, Orlando nodded curtly and moved aside.
Viggo observed the young man as he trudged dejectedly away from the rest
of his fellow actors, over to the sidelines, where he lowered himself into
a vacant lawnchair. Eyebrow raised in wonder, Viggo realized what had just
occurred. Orlando Bloom had just been banished from rehearsals. Not good!
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Author: DS
Pairing: Orlando/Viggo
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Orlando undergoes a terrible, life-shattering experience, but will
find a light at the end of the tunnel
Warnings: Mentions of rape and violence; extreme emotional suffering
Disclaimer: I have no affiliations with any of the actors, only the
plot is mine.
Feedback: I'd love to hear what you think.
Note: I originally began writing and posting this story several years ago,
but was sidetracked by real life and had to put the story on the shelf. I'm
back now and want to finish it, so I'm going to post it once again. I'm
starting at the beginning, for those who missed it the first time:)
<lj-cut text="Chapter One">
"Well, it’ about time you showed up!" Peter Jackson was not amused. "And
what have you been into?"
Striding forward , he reached out and took hold of his young actor’s chin,
tilting the boy’s head back so he could better view the damage.
Dark, mottled bruising was evident around the left eye and cheekbone, down
the entire side of the tense jawbone and around the neck, disappearing
under the young man’s shirt collar. Taking a deep breath, the usually
amiable director visibly struggled to control his rising temper.
"Orlando, what you do on your own time is your own business. Except when
it interferes with your job, part of which is to be here on time, ready to
work. You’re here because of this movie. Don’t ever forget that!"
From the suddenly unnatural hush of the sidelines, Viggo watched as the boy
gave a quick nod, eyes fixed steadily on the ground between his feet.
Seemingly satisfied, the stocky director returned to his chair and lowered
himself into it with one last weary look at his young actor.
Orlando hadn’t moved. He remained standing where Peter had left him, eyes
cast downward, expression stony. He didn’t move and, in fact, barely
seemed to be breathing. The young man was strung so tight that Viggo could
see the tension in his jaw as he ground his teeth together.
He heard renewed activity around him as everyone else, realizing the show
was over, returned to whatever they’d been doing when it had started.
Dragging his gaze away from the young man, Viggo looked to his right,
where he was being poked in the ribs by Sean Bean, who nodded his head
towards what had just a few moments ago been center stage.
"Looks like he did get a better offer last night, eh?" the Brit joked,
referring to their poker game and Orlando’s marked absence. Hearing Beanie
chuckle to himself, Viggo again looked over at his young costar and finally
just shrugged. Better offer? Maybe he had, maybe he had.
Although the bruises…Viggo mentally shook himself. What the kid did on his
own time was his own business. And the next time he asked to sit in on
their poker game he could… he could… well, he could just go do something
else! He stalked over to his ‘spot,’ closely followed by Sean Bean.
No actual filming was being done today and so everyone had been told to come
in his or her street clothes -- comfortable clothes. Today they were doing
a last run through of the exit of Moria scene. Tomorrow it would be
makeup, costumes and action! The atmosphere today, though, was perhaps
even more intense than that of an actual filming day because everyone was
focused on getting their marks right, remembering their lines and their
actions.
Tomorrow, with the cameras rolling, there could be no slipups. Mistakes
were expensive. Peter didn’t like to go over budget. So today, everyone
was trying his or her best to get everything right.
Of course, it wasn’t helping matters that Orlando just couldn’t get it right
today. Oh, it was obvious the boy was trying; something was just…off. And
people were getting ticked. Viggo could tell. It wasn’t so bad the first
time they all stumbled out of the ‘cave’ and Orlando literally tripped over
his own foot, falling flat on his face, quite unlike his graceful elf
counterpart. That, at least, had gotten a laugh out of everybody. And the
second time when he raced out only to find himself fighting for a spot on
John’s mark, much like a baseball player arriving too soon on a crowded
base. They’d all shrugged it off. It happened sometimes.
By the seventh run-through, however, tempers were starting to flare,
murderous invectives were being muttered quietly and people were literally
glaring. And it was all directed at one person: Orlando Bloom. To Viggo’s
eye, however, Orlando appeared to be totally oblivious to the tension he was
creating. Instead the young man seemed to be totally focused, but on
something else. Viggo just shook his head.
Finally, seeming to recognize the fact that someone was going to blow any
time now, Peter called a halt to the proceedings and asked Orlando to step
aside. Scowls and dirty looks followed the young man’s progress over to
the director’s chair. Of course, most of the fellowship was intent on
calming their heaving chests and regaining their breath after sprinting
from the ‘cave’ entrance to their marks seven times in less than an hour.
Viggo, himself, wasn’t in too bad a shape, but nevertheless he remained
still, focusing on slowing his breathing and relaxing his tensing muscles.
From the corner of his eye, he watched as Peter spoke to Orlando, waving
his hands in the air as he was wont to do, pointing here, pointing there.
Though he couldn’t hear what was being said, Viggo could tell that neither
man was happy. Finally, after what seemed an eternity but was,in
actuality, only a few moments, Orlando nodded curtly and moved aside.
Viggo observed the young man as he trudged dejectedly away from the rest
of his fellow actors, over to the sidelines, where he lowered himself into
a vacant lawnchair. Eyebrow raised in wonder, Viggo realized what had just
occurred. Orlando Bloom had just been banished from rehearsals. Not good!
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Date: 2007-07-01 04:18 am (UTC)hugs
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Date: 2007-07-01 06:42 am (UTC)Can I friend you so I won't miss the story ? I'll friend you back of course !
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Date: 2007-07-01 10:15 pm (UTC)Thank you for this story.