vigorli

Just a quickie.

Title: A Moment at Helms Deep
Author: ranmaru
Rating: PG
Summary: Just a minute of conversation while waiting.
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, just playing.

Viggo wearily rubbed a sweat and blood slick hand over his face, uncaring of the smear it would undoubtedly leave. What would it matter, really, when his face was equally, if not more, dirty? The natural rain had stopped almost an hour earlier and now they were left with the sprinklers. The actor wasn’t sure why he preferred the real stuff, the trucked in water was warmer, but something about it made him feel dirty as it drizzled down his unshaved face.

“My hair smells disgusting.”

Viggo smirked. “Wigs are like that.”

“Yours isn’t as long as mine.” Orlando pinched a lock of limp blond hair between two fingers then let it drop back to his shoulder with a grimace.

“It will be light soon.” Viggo looked towards the horizon.

“Thank the gods of Middle Earth and every other world in existence.” Orli sighed and leaned against the cold stone wall Viggo was currently using to stay upright. “I need a fag and a bath and not necessarily in that order.”

Viggo’s brows rose and his lips twitched. “Really?”

Orli stared at him for a second before rolling his eyes. “You sure as fuck are a perverted old man, aren’t you?”

“You bring it out in me, elf boy.”

“Not up?”

“You can’t tell?”

“Too many clothes. Plus,” Orli wrinkled his nose. “You stink. I’m not getting any closer.”

“Guess a blow job’s out of the question then,” Viggo casually observed, looking across the quarry where Peter was frantically waving at someone high up on the Deep wall.

“Wouldn’t want too many people to see Aragorn on his knees,” the elf replied in his loftiest tone. “You are a king, after all.”

Viggo snorted and grinned at his friend. “So I am.”

The two men turned when Peter’s voice boomed out the end of filming for the night. Tired cheers arose from the stunt actors, the happy sound at odds with their frightening orc make-up. Orlando nudged Viggo with his bow.

“Fancy a bath?”

Viggo grinned. “Thought you’d never ask.”

END