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I've been attempting to post this all day...my computer has been acting up and, finger's crossed, this time it'll work! So, here's the second and last chapter of Golden. Hope you read and enjoy. And if you do, please feel free to leave feedback. It's the fuel that keeps me writing!



Title: Golden 2/2
Author: finelinezz
Rating: R
Pairing: VM/OB, OB/DM
Disclaimer: Again, nothing here’s true. Just the ramblings of an old lady and her plot bunny.

AN: This isn’t going to be a long one…just an in and out (ahem) couple of chapters. It’s pretty angsty, as with just about everything I write, so be forewarned.


Golden 2


Viggo pushed the door to Orlando’s room open quietly. He walked over to the bed where Orlando lay sleeping soundly. He resisted the urge to reach over and touch the dark riot of curls on the younger man’s head. He lay down on the bed, on top of the covers, in a position that he could look into Orlando’s face. Sighing heavily, Viggo let his thoughts and emotions run free.

He knew he was in trouble the first moment he laid eyes on the beautiful young Brit that would be playing the elf Legolas. He’d gotten the call from Peter Jackson, begging him to come to New Zealand and take over the part of Aragorn from Stuart Townsend, whom Pete said they’d discovered wasn’t old or experienced enough to play the complex part. Viggo didn’t ever mind being sloppy seconds; he’d been it enough in his life. But he didn’t want to commit himself to nearly two years on these films. Henry was a teenager and Viggo didn’t want to miss that part of his son’s life. But when Henry found out that his dad could be playing the King of Gondor, he was ecstatic.

So, Viggo called Pete back and told him that he’d be on a plane to New Zealand the next day. The fourteen- hour flight had Viggo thinking about how lonely he would be once he arrived. The other actors had already been there and in weapons and dialogue training for several months. He’d be the odd man out, but, again, it certainly wouldn’t be the first time for that either. When he stepped off the plane in Wellington, Peter and his partner Fran Walsh were there to greet him. The three of them sat in the back seat of the waiting car, while Pete and Fran went over Viggo’s itinerary for the next couple of weeks. It seemed like a lot to Viggo, but nothing that he couldn’t manage. The only question he had was to ask if there was a place in town that sold canvases and painting supplies.

He had been in his temporary hotel room for two hours, trying to take care of the jet lag that followed such a long flight, when he got a call from Elijah Wood. He’d never met Elijah before, but was aware of his work and impressed that such a young man could have accomplished so much in such a short life. Even kids with a pushy stage mother couldn’t make their child a good actor. But Elijah was good. The Ice Storm was one of Viggo’s favorite films and he remembered the performance the young man had given.

“Hey, Viggo, man. Welcome! I know that you’re probably really tired and all, but the guys and I were wondering if you’d like to go out for a few drinks. Just to get to know you, and all.”

Viggo smiled at the exuberance in the kid’s voice. “Where are you?” he asked as he put down the tiny bottle of scotch he’d just pulled out of the liquor bar below the television.

Elijah laughed, “We’re in the bar of your hotel, you wanker! Come on down!”

Viggo didn’t really know what to expect, but it wasn’t what he encountered. There was absolutely no problem in spotting the loud and raucous group of guys. He knew Elijah right away, of course, and he recognized one of them as Sean Astin. There were three, however, that he hadn’t seen before. One was a small, Scottish man with balding hair and the sweetest smile that Viggo had ever seen. And there was also a man not much taller, with sandy spiked hair and such a devilish look on his face that made Viggo grin.

Then Viggo spotted Orlando. The young, dark haired man had stopped playing pool with another older man and looked at Viggo almost shyly. Viggo didn’t think he’d ever seen anyone quite so beautiful. He had tousled black/brown curly hair and dark eyes that had a sparkle in them that was just about the sexiest thing Viggo had ever seen. Elijah grabbed Viggo’s arm and pulled him into the group.

“I’m Elijah and that’s Sean Astin. He plays Sam, and this is Billy Boyd and Dominic Monaghan, who are Pippin and Merry, respectively.”
Elijah ushered Viggo to a seat at the booth where they were sitting. Viggo nodded over to Orlando, who was still standing by the pool table, cue stick in hand, staring at Viggo.

“Who’s that?”

“Shit, that’s Orli, um, Orlando Bloom. He’s your Legolas. He’s scamming that guy,” Dominic said, a bit too intensely.

“Scamming?” Viggo asked cautiously.

“Yeah,” Elijah jumped in. “He’s either trying to get in his pockets or in his pants. We can never really tell with Orli.” The boys seemed to think that was pretty funny, except for Dom. He was looking at Orlando with a sad longing in his eyes. It wasn’t too hard for Viggo to tell that Dom had some kind of crush on the boy at the pool table.

“Orli! Get your skinny arse over here and meet Aragorn!” Billy called out.

Orlando turned to the man he was with and said something, then put the cue stick down and walked over to the booth.
“Hi, I’m Legolas, I mean, Orlando,” the young man said almost nervously, as he thrust out his hand.

At the end of the night, the hobbits all drunkenly stumbled into a cab.

Orlando went up to Viggo’s room.

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Their affair lasted throughout the principle filming and then cooled after they had all gone home to begin other projects. But neither man had forgotten the other. They had always hooked up during premieres and anytime that they were in a three hundred- mile radius of each other. Viggo had wanted Orlando to come live with him in LA, but Orlando made it very clear to him that he could in no way ‘come out’ and still make it big in films. Viggo knew that, of course, but still he had hoped.

Viggo watched Orlando grow from a beautiful boy to a stunning man. He was impressed at the way Orlando held himself in interviews and red carpet situations. He winced as he witnessed the young Brit being seen more and more around the world with another rising young starlet. She was beautiful, but Viggo knew that Kate was just a beard. Orlando wasn’t even bisexual. There was no way he was sleeping with this girl, but Viggo understood that his on and off lover was anxious to stay in the film business and to achieve that, he had to play the game.

Oh, there were rumors of Orlando being gay and that he and Viggo had been lovers in New Zealand. It certainly didn’t dim the gossip since neither man had ever confirmed or denied them. Orlando had felt he was lying enough about Kate, and he wasn’t going to deny that he loved the older man.

What bothered Viggo more than Orlando having Kate around was the open affection Orlando had shown towards just about every male costar that he had. As much as he hated it, Viggo knew the emotion he felt was jealousy. But there was always a longing in Orlando’s eyes that only Viggo could see. He knew that look.

Orlando was lonely. Lonely for him.

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When Viggo heard that Orlando was in town for the Golden Globe awards, he called his agent and asked her to call Orlando’s agent and find out where the Brit was staying. When he showed up the morning after the awards, he was fairly certain that he wouldn’t find Orlando alone. But he was unsettled to find it was Dominic that had shared Orlando’s bed the night before. Viggo was well aware that Dominic had never quite gotten over Orlando. While in New Zealand, the two had fought, once even physically, and Viggo was certain that it was always caused by Dom’s longing for someone he could never have. Orlando did love Dom, but in a much different way than he loved Viggo.

Anger welled up in Viggo’s heart as he realized that Dom had probably taken advantage of a drunken Orlando. But, Orlando was an adult and, even if he didn’t completely know what he was doing while drunk, he had to be responsible for himself. If Orlando’s back had been acting up and he drank too much, however, then he probably didn’t know what he was doing. Of course, Orlando knew better than to drink alcohol whilst taking his pain meds. Viggo suspected that Orlando didn’t care anymore. He’d seen that sparkle slowly go out in Orlando’s eyes over the few years since his star had risen so quickly and abundantly. Reality was a bitch and Orlando was finding out that the price of fame was indeed a high one.

Viggo moved to get off the bed, but scooted down to sit wearily on the edge, rubbing his hand over his face in his sadness. Orlando was finally stirring and when he opened his eyes, he began to stretch until Viggo heard a hitch in his moan of pain.

“What did you do to me last night, old man? I’m sore all over.” Orlando gasped as he suddenly realized that it wasn’t Viggo that he was with last night.

“Oh, god, Viggo. I’m sorry. I’m so, so…I didn’t…I didn’t know…”

Viggo lay back down next to his lover. “That’s ok, baby. I know how hard it’s been for you lately. I only wish it would have been me.” He reached up and gently fingered some errant curls that had stuck to Orlando’s head with sweat.

Orlando pulled away and sat up. He was overcome with emotion and began to cry.

“I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing anymore, Vig. I’m such a fucked up mess. I need something that I can’t find. I feel lost and alone. I’ve never felt so lost and alone.”

Viggo pulled himself over to sit next to Orlando on the edge of the bed.
“I never should have allowed what happened after New Zealand.”

Orlando looked up miserably. “What? Why would you say that? What do you mean by that?”

Viggo looked intently at the wall, as if he could see through it. “I shouldn’t have let you walk away. I should have insisted you stay with me. It was wrong for me to have let you go like that.”

“No, Vig, it was me. I’m the one who wanted to end it, but now I find I don’t know what I need anymore,” Orlando said with a broken cry.

“I can tell you what you need,” Viggo said softly. “You need me. And I’m here now to help you. If you want, hell, even if you don’t want, I’ll never leave you again.”

Orlando turned and threw his arms around Viggo’s body, sobbing as if someone had just saved his life.

And, perhaps someone had.


The End