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littlegreenleaf !! I completely forgot that you aren't on my personal journal and I posted a pressie for you there! ha ha! So I'm posting it here, along with another fic that's for everyone who has had a b-day lately and I've forgotten... Here's the message from my journal....I've been totally spacing on everyone's birthdays and so I'd like to make up for that, if I could. Today we celebrate
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littlegreenleaf 's birthday and everyone must send her warm wishes, even if it's only mentally, because she is a really wonderful lady. I'm offering up two vigorli fics as presents. One for littlegreenleaf and the other for everyone I've missed lately. (Okay, since about this time last year...sorry!) I hope everyone likes them!!Neither has been beta'd, the first is from New Zealand, the second is when Henry begins college. No idea where they came from really, just used a word prompt: school. Usual disclaimer of "I don't know them, I doubt they do this, it's all in my head" apply.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY to all, and especially Viggo!!
For littlegreenleaf…
Viggo held out his hand to Orlando who was laying on his back on the ground. “Welcome to the school of hard knocks. I’ll be your teacher today. You can call me-“
“Shut the fuck up, you filthy human.” Orlando groaned as he was hauled to his feet. “I don’t like you anymore.”
“Elves don’t say fuck, Orli,” Peter Jackson chided with a grin. He cheerfully, as he did everything else Orlando noted glumly, brushed the latest clump of leaves from the Brit’s wig.
“I’m never going to get this right.” Orlando wanted to rub his eyes but didn’t dare mess up his make-up. Not after the scolding he’d received a few days earlier in front of Viggo. “Why is Leggy jumping off his horse so damned important anyway?”
“It shows his excitement at arriving in Rivendell.”
“And,” Viggo added, “he’s probably looking forward to seeing his old friend Aragorn.” Viggo was dressed in a pair of form fitting jeans, faded and worn, and a polo shirt with the New Zealand flag stitched on the pocket. He wasn’t supposed to be on-set but he’d been trying to help Orlando with the scene since the day before, and Orlando had hoped that he wouldn’t make such as ass of himself in front of the older man…and had no such luck.
Still, the idea that Leggy would be anxious to see Aragorn was a nice one. It mirrored Orlando’s own happiness at seeing Viggo each day. He could do anxious, happy, and excited. He just didn’t want to do it in mid-air as he launched himself from the horse’s back. Wasn’t he supposed to be all graceful and floaty?
“Um, what about special effects?”
Viggo and Peter gave him twin frowns of confusion.
“Like, Leggy does his jumping thing and floats to the ground. All Elvish and magical…?” He heard the hopeful desperation in his voice and inwardly cringed.
“Very funny, ‘Lando,” Peter said, shaking his head and smiling as he returned to his Director’s Chair, leaving Orlando standing beside Viggo who was still looking at him in bemusement.
“You’ll get this,” Viggo told him, when the Brit was seated on the horse again. The older man laid his hand on Orlando’s knee. “Don’t overthink it.”
Orlando snorted. “Easy for you to say. You look like you were born on a horse.”
“Not quite,” the American replied with a smile. “Now, I want you to imagine this: It’s been months since Legolas has seen Aragorn. His friend. It is dark times and Legolas is afraid for the Ranger. You ride for days to reach Rivendell, not because your father sent you but because you know I’m here. Waiting.” He took the reins and lead the horse back to the starting point. Orlando let himself move with the horse’s gait, lulled by Viggo’s voice.
“You feel it inside when I’m near, you smell it in the air. You arrive through the gates and jumped down, eyes searching. Only you know who you are searching for.”
Orlando looked down, breathing hard. Viggo let go of the reins and stepped back. He whispered, “Ride, Legolas. I’ll be waiting in Rivendell.”
Orlando didn’t know if the two other actors were ready, he paused for a moment to stare into Viggo’s pale eyes then kicked his horse into motion.
Through the gates. Beyond the gates, Aragorn was waiting.
Stop short and kick free of the stirrups, vaulting down, feet hitting the ground together. He searched for his lover, mouth open to better smell the air.
“Cut!”
Orlando flinched and his horse side-stepped and neighed in agitation.
“’Lando, that was perfect!”
Orlando accepted Peter’s slap on the back fro a job well done, but he was looking for one person. Viggo stood a few yards behind Peter, arms crossed over his chest.
Waiting.
For everyone!!
Table A, Prompt 9
“School”
“I hated school,” Orlando told Viggo as they were lying in bed, bodies cooling down after sex. Viggo frowned at the ceiling then turned his head to look at the man beside him.
“Where did that come from?”
“Henry, you know, college and…” He waved a hand and let it drop back to the bed with a thump.
“Henry doesn’t hate school,” Viggo said, unsure where this was going.
“I know.”
Viggo waited for the Brit to continue but as the silence stretched he sighed and shifted to his side. He tugged on a lock of Orlando’s hair. “What’s up?”
“I feel like I missed out, not going to uni.”
“Missed out? You went to-“
“No, I know, and it was amazing and the best decision I ever made but… Most of my friends attended uni and when I’d ring them on a break they’d tell me about the teachers and halls of residence. And listening to Henry…I felt like I…couldn’t relate.”
“If you hated school, I doubt you would have liked college,” Viggo said. He kissed the tip of Orlando’s nose. “Stop thinking about it.”
“You went to un- college, right?”
“Yes. Government and Spanish major.”
“Oh, well isn’t that a surprise,” Orli said wryly.
“Shut it elf.” Viggo slid down so he could rest his head on Orlando’s shoulder. The younger man wrapped both arms around him and heaved a sigh. “If you’d gone to college you wouldn’t have been in Rings.”
“Yeah.”
“Wouldn’t be rich and famous.”
“Yeah.”
“Wouldn’t have met me.”
Orli was quiet for a moment. “That’s true.”
“So when someone shows up with a time machine and says he’s taking you back to that moment when you had to decide between college and acting school, you’re going to say…”
“Hell with that, take me back to see the first time I got to fuck Viggo. That was hot.”
Viggo snickered while Orli hummed in happy remembrance. “If you go back, remember to bring a camera.”
“Oh…yeah… Vig…we should. Tape us. God, that’d be…”
Viggo reached down and cupped Orlando’s rapidly hardening dick. “Yeah, it would be.”
“Want to practice now? You know, to make sure we get it right for the film?”
“I’m a method actor. What’s my character’s background? What’s my motivation?” Viggo moved over Orli and grinned down at him.
“Your character is this sexy, forty-something who has become enamored with a sexy thirty-something.”
“I see.”
“And your motivation is poking at you as we speak.”
“Mmm, I like that kind of motivation.”
“Want to suck on your motivation?”
“I don’t know. I see my character as more of a fucking man.”
“Fucking man.”
“Man who fucks.”
“Right.”
“Orli?”
Viggo slowly crawled backwards until his cheek brushed against his “motivation.” “What’s your motivation?”
Orli smiled and reached down, his fingers tracing down Viggo’s cheek. “I love you.”
Viggo shuddered and pressed a kiss to Orlando’s stomach. “That works,” he whispered.
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Date: 2008-10-20 08:06 pm (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2008-10-20 08:59 pm (UTC)Thanks for sharing!
*hugs and kisses*
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Date: 2008-10-20 09:01 pm (UTC)Loved :]
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Date: 2008-10-20 10:11 pm (UTC)*snorfle*
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