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vigorliTitle: Remembering the Christmas past
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Characters: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: PG-13
Beta: The loveliest and the bestest,littlegreenleaf
Warnings: None
Summary: Just a reflection back to a meaningful day.
Disclaimer: Don't know them, don't own them, no profit being made.
REMEMBERING THE CHRISTMAS PAST
The day had given way to the evening. The sun was already setting lighting stars one by one in the sky. We both were tired, at least I ached more than ever. Orlando maintained his exuberance and energy even though we had woken up before five that morning.
It was the Christmas Eve. At first Pete had thought and planned it to be a day off, but some mishap in scheduling the shoots needed us back in the set. After Pete called ‘Cut!’ I started walking. I was beyond tired and all I wanted was to get back to the trailer, take a shower to wash the day off myself and get some sleep.
Just before twilight something happened. I had already changed into my own clothes and had almost crossed the bridge spreading over a small brook when I heard Orlando calling my name. I saw him sprinting towards me. He was still in Legolas’ clothes, wig, ears and contacts. I was fascinated by how the blonde locks played in the wind.
“Wait up, Vig!” he yelled and I halted.
“What?” I asked and he smiled.
“I didn’t give you your present, yet.”
I leaned against the railing lightly and turned to look into the sky. “You don’t have to give me anything, Orli. I didn’t ask for presents.”
“But I want to. I thought long and hard what I could give you... and all I could come up with was this...” He took a step closer and invaded my personal space making me turn to him and let go of the railing. I think it was a faint blush on his face I saw right then. Orlando placed his open palms to my chest and let them burn there for a few seconds before turning them slightly and curling them into loose fists between our chests.
The setting sun lit his icy blue eyes as he looked at me, deep into me. I was mesmerized. Then, without any warning, he kissed me. I remember I froze at that moment not expecting anything so wonderful. I couldn’t help but melt when I felt the tip of his tongue touching my lips. He pulled back then still looking deep into my eyes with a coy expression on his face.
“Uh, happy Christmas, Vig.”
I smiled at him fondly and ran my finger tip gently against the ridge of his ear, starting from the lobe and following the path to the pointed tip.
“I think I should give you a present in return, don’t you think?”
“Only if you want. I’m not expecting anything back.”
I couldn’t help but pull him into another kiss. He wrapped me around his finger the instant his lips touched mine and rooted me into place with his intoxicating scent. It was completely dark when I was able to let Orlando go. The way we parted held so much promise I felt young again.
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Viggo chuckled as he closed his old notebook and threw it to the corner on the couch.
“What’s so funny?” Orlando asked slumping next to Viggo holding two steaming mugs of coffee in his hands.
“Thanks...” Viggo said as he accepted the coffee. “I was just reading... about how we hooked up.”
“Oh, that.” Orlando gave Viggo a beaming smile.
“Uh-huh. That.” Viggo looked a little dreamy eyed and Orlando laughed out loud. “It is still the best Christmas gift I’ve ever received.”
“Hmm. I can say the same.”
Viggo looked at Orlando with the same devotion and was just as much mesmerized as all those years ago. He looked into the familiar pair of eyes but this time, like for many years now, there were deep chocolate eyes looking back at him. There were no pointy ears or blonde locks now. Now, there were soft, round human ears and short, dark curls. Watching Orlando sip his coffee and look back over the rim of the mug, Viggo finally had enough. He gently took the still steaming mug away from Orlando’s hands and sunk his fingers into the silky curls pulling Orlando into a warm kiss. “Merry Christmas, angel.” Viggo whispered pulling out a small royal blue, velvety box from underneath the throw pillow. The surprise was written all over Orlando’s face as he fingered the small box.
The doorbell rang and Viggo rose up to greet their guests. As the guests flowed in, Viggo glanced over his shoulder and witnessed Orlando opening the lid of the blue box. The lights of the Christmas tree hit the pair of matching simple rings inside and the single tear running down Orlando’s cheek. Orlando took the slightly smaller ring out and slid it to its proper place around his ring finger, hastily wiped the tear away and turned. Lifting the hand up, he showed Viggo he had learned to know him pretty well because the ring fit almost perfectly. Biting his lower lip for a few seconds, Viggo was nailed to the spot staring at Orlando. He felt the lump forming into his throat as Orlando nodded and mouthed ‘yes’ before turning back.
The guests were milling around and Viggo was enjoying a mug of mulled wine when he smelled a familiar scent and felt the pressure of Orlando’s head on his shoulder. “Happy Christmas, Vig.” Orlando whispered and slid the blue box into Viggo’s hand. Taking the ring out, Viggo pushed the empty box deep into his pocket and slid his own ring into place.
Viggo took the teaspoon he used to mix the mulled wine every now and then and clinked it against the mug. Everybody quieted down considerably and Viggo cleared his throat. Taking Orlando by the hand he opened his mouth.
“We invited you here to, of course, celebrate the Christmas with us but we also have something to tell you...”
THE END
Merry Christmas, everyone and a happy New Year 2009.
Author:
obvmluverCharacters: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: PG-13
Beta: The loveliest and the bestest,
littlegreenleafWarnings: None
Summary: Just a reflection back to a meaningful day.
Disclaimer: Don't know them, don't own them, no profit being made.
REMEMBERING THE CHRISTMAS PAST
The day had given way to the evening. The sun was already setting lighting stars one by one in the sky. We both were tired, at least I ached more than ever. Orlando maintained his exuberance and energy even though we had woken up before five that morning.
It was the Christmas Eve. At first Pete had thought and planned it to be a day off, but some mishap in scheduling the shoots needed us back in the set. After Pete called ‘Cut!’ I started walking. I was beyond tired and all I wanted was to get back to the trailer, take a shower to wash the day off myself and get some sleep.
Just before twilight something happened. I had already changed into my own clothes and had almost crossed the bridge spreading over a small brook when I heard Orlando calling my name. I saw him sprinting towards me. He was still in Legolas’ clothes, wig, ears and contacts. I was fascinated by how the blonde locks played in the wind.
“Wait up, Vig!” he yelled and I halted.
“What?” I asked and he smiled.
“I didn’t give you your present, yet.”
I leaned against the railing lightly and turned to look into the sky. “You don’t have to give me anything, Orli. I didn’t ask for presents.”
“But I want to. I thought long and hard what I could give you... and all I could come up with was this...” He took a step closer and invaded my personal space making me turn to him and let go of the railing. I think it was a faint blush on his face I saw right then. Orlando placed his open palms to my chest and let them burn there for a few seconds before turning them slightly and curling them into loose fists between our chests.
The setting sun lit his icy blue eyes as he looked at me, deep into me. I was mesmerized. Then, without any warning, he kissed me. I remember I froze at that moment not expecting anything so wonderful. I couldn’t help but melt when I felt the tip of his tongue touching my lips. He pulled back then still looking deep into my eyes with a coy expression on his face.
“Uh, happy Christmas, Vig.”
I smiled at him fondly and ran my finger tip gently against the ridge of his ear, starting from the lobe and following the path to the pointed tip.
“I think I should give you a present in return, don’t you think?”
“Only if you want. I’m not expecting anything back.”
I couldn’t help but pull him into another kiss. He wrapped me around his finger the instant his lips touched mine and rooted me into place with his intoxicating scent. It was completely dark when I was able to let Orlando go. The way we parted held so much promise I felt young again.
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Viggo chuckled as he closed his old notebook and threw it to the corner on the couch.
“What’s so funny?” Orlando asked slumping next to Viggo holding two steaming mugs of coffee in his hands.
“Thanks...” Viggo said as he accepted the coffee. “I was just reading... about how we hooked up.”
“Oh, that.” Orlando gave Viggo a beaming smile.
“Uh-huh. That.” Viggo looked a little dreamy eyed and Orlando laughed out loud. “It is still the best Christmas gift I’ve ever received.”
“Hmm. I can say the same.”
Viggo looked at Orlando with the same devotion and was just as much mesmerized as all those years ago. He looked into the familiar pair of eyes but this time, like for many years now, there were deep chocolate eyes looking back at him. There were no pointy ears or blonde locks now. Now, there were soft, round human ears and short, dark curls. Watching Orlando sip his coffee and look back over the rim of the mug, Viggo finally had enough. He gently took the still steaming mug away from Orlando’s hands and sunk his fingers into the silky curls pulling Orlando into a warm kiss. “Merry Christmas, angel.” Viggo whispered pulling out a small royal blue, velvety box from underneath the throw pillow. The surprise was written all over Orlando’s face as he fingered the small box.
The doorbell rang and Viggo rose up to greet their guests. As the guests flowed in, Viggo glanced over his shoulder and witnessed Orlando opening the lid of the blue box. The lights of the Christmas tree hit the pair of matching simple rings inside and the single tear running down Orlando’s cheek. Orlando took the slightly smaller ring out and slid it to its proper place around his ring finger, hastily wiped the tear away and turned. Lifting the hand up, he showed Viggo he had learned to know him pretty well because the ring fit almost perfectly. Biting his lower lip for a few seconds, Viggo was nailed to the spot staring at Orlando. He felt the lump forming into his throat as Orlando nodded and mouthed ‘yes’ before turning back.
The guests were milling around and Viggo was enjoying a mug of mulled wine when he smelled a familiar scent and felt the pressure of Orlando’s head on his shoulder. “Happy Christmas, Vig.” Orlando whispered and slid the blue box into Viggo’s hand. Taking the ring out, Viggo pushed the empty box deep into his pocket and slid his own ring into place.
Viggo took the teaspoon he used to mix the mulled wine every now and then and clinked it against the mug. Everybody quieted down considerably and Viggo cleared his throat. Taking Orlando by the hand he opened his mouth.
“We invited you here to, of course, celebrate the Christmas with us but we also have something to tell you...”
THE END
Merry Christmas, everyone and a happy New Year 2009.
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