The Farmers Son
Title: The Farmers Son
Author: ConnerTiernan
Pairing : Orlando/Viggo
Rating: G - NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't know Orlando or Viggo. This is not real or ever would happen. I am not making any money of from this.
Summary: Orlando is a young Amish man getting ready to enter into his "Rumspringa" or running around years. Its a rite of passage every Amish person takes before joining the Amish Comminety and staring a family. Orlando hadn't planned on taking a rumspringa, but when a man enters into his life he can't help but want to spend sometime with him. Now Orlando must beside between his Amish family and beliefs and a man he might be in love with.
Notes: I have dyslexia, so my spelling and grammar is not great. I thought this idea for a story was a good one, and I wanted to share it so please forgive me. This frist part is bated by tweedle_. Thank you so much. -Huggles-
Feedback: I would love to hear any feed back you might have. Thanks.
When Orlando heard the sounds of a horse behind him he was filled with a sense of hope for the first time that morning. Earlier the young man had been driving his single buggy back home when a speeding car had driven up behind him spooking his horse.
Most of the time the mare was well mannered and not easily scared but the car had gotten so close to the buggy Orlando couldn't blame her. He had been scared himself, thinking that the car would run into them, but at the last second it had swerved to the right, missing them by inches.
His horse had reared up with such force that the buggy had tipped onto its side. The long pulls that rested on the horse's side keeping the buggy safely attached were smashed by its weight. He had been so surprised that he let go of the reins in the fall and the horse had taken off on him, running off to safety and no doubt would be home by the time he got there. Now he was left on the side of the road walking back to the farm house that his family lived in, more then 35 miles from where the accident had happen.
He turned around with a bright smile on his face. Hopefully, it was a family friend, or perhaps his father had come looking for him when the horse had turned up. That hope was short lived however, as his eyes come to rest on an older man that he didn't know.
Orlando sighed, one looked at the man told him that he wasn't Amish but an ‘englisher’ out for a morning ride. He was dressed in a deep blue shirt, and black pants that where tucked into riding boots. The man was the last person he wanted to see, and Orlando turned back to the road and began walking again.
The sooner he got home the less his family would worry about him and the sooner he could get started on his chores, which that he would be expected to finish before dinner, which meant he didn't have anytime to talk with an ‘englisher’.
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Viggo had been concerned when he saw a small single black buggy along the side of the road flipped on its side. As he road up he had seen the skid marks of a car, where it had tried slowing down and where it had swerved of to the right.
At first Viggo thought he was going to stumble onto a bloody accident, where an Amish family had been hit by a car, or throw from the buddy. Viggo had gotten off his horse and walked around the buggy but he hadn't found anyone.
It wasn't until he had gotten back on his horse and been on the road for another twenty minutes that Viggo had come a crossed a young Amish man. He wondered if it was the person from the buggy, but it wasn't uncommon around Lancaster County to see the Amish out walking.
When the young man turned and looked behind him Viggo couldn't help but feel his heart drop to the bottom of his stomach. It was obvious by the black and blue marks and cuts on his face that this was the person from the buggy.
Viggo couldn't help but stare at him despite himself. The young man was more beautiful then any one person should be allowed to be. He had a dark complexion, no doubt from the many hours spent working in the fields, along with a fine body. The young man’s loose fitting clothing did little to hide that. He had curly brown hair and shocking brown eyes, but the one thing that Viggo found the most arresting, was the bright welcoming smile painted a crossed his face.
Viggo found himself frowning however when that smile fell into a frown. He would have paid any amount of money to anyone if they could have put that charming smile back on the man’s face.
‘But why pay someone?’ he asked himself giving his horse a light tap on the sides and brought him up beside him. ‘When I can do it myself.’ He grinned and pulled the horse up so that he slowed to a walk.
"Hello." Viggo said, flinching when the young man looked up at him and simply nodded in greeting. The side of his face was grazed and scraped. His simple plain blue shirt was ripped a little and Viggo saw a small amount of blood running down the side of his face. "I saw your buggy back on the road." Viggo said in a low voice.
"Do you need any help?"
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Orlando blinked when the man riding his horse come up side of him. The last thing he wanted to do was talk to an englisher, he just wanted to get home, to his family and his choruses.
"No, I don't need any help." Orlando said with a small sigh. He wasn't trying to sound rude, but he just didn't want to deal with the man. "I am fine, but thank you." Orlando had planned to ignore the man until he road off and left Orlando alone, but it seemed he had other plans.
"Why don't you let me give you a ride to where ever it is your going?” Viggo asked. “I know it will be a little uncomfortable riding behind me, but I am sure we could mange somehow."
Orlando came to a stop, looking up at him. He had to admit the offer did sound tempting. He would get home a lot faster if he did allow the man to take him. But he couldn't help thinking that temptation was the root of all evil, or at least that's what the brothers of his church committee had preached on just last Sunday.
"No thank you. I can mange on my own." Orlando said with a slight smile despite himself, and flinched at the pain that shot up his face. He must have gotten a little more banged up falling from the buggy then he had thought. He lifted his hand up to feel where his face hurt and frowned feeling something wet. He must have cut his face somehow.
He dropped his hand down to his pants wiping away the blood on it. This was going to be a longer day then he thought. His family would take one look at him, and fuss over him the rest of the day.
His mother would be the worst, asking him if he was all right every five seconds and demanding that his father allow him to rest, rather then do his chores. That would mean someone else would have to do them for him. His brothers were working the fields and his younger sisters needed to help with dinner, which meant his father would have do them and that would put him in an even worse mood than he was in this morning when Orlando had left to go into to town to pick up the supplies they needed to fix a fence.
Orlando frowned at that thought, he had forgotten all about the supplies back in the buggy. His father would be mad at him for leaving them behind. They would have to go back for them today rather then leaving the buggy for the morning to pick up.
Orlando turned slightly looking back behind him. He had all ready walked more then a few miles away from it, and right now it would take him longer to walk back for them, then to hitch up other buggy to get them.
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Viggo frowned seeing the young man wipe away blood from a cut just above his eye. It was obvious to him that he was in pain. He couldn't leave him to wander down the busy country road by himself.
"You’re hurt, you should really let me help you." Viggo tried again. "It wouldn't take anytime to get you back, and it wouldn't be a problem at all. It’s a nice day and I wouldn't mind the ride."
Orlando sighed and looked back up at the man shaking his head. "I can't ride on a horse." He frowned slightly at having to say that. The last thing he wanted to do was spend that rest of his walk home debating his beliefs with someone that just wouldn't understand. It was against Amish rules to ride on a horses back, and Orlando knew that he would get into trouble if someone spotted him.
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Viggo arched an eyebrow up. He wanted to ask the man why he wouldn't let him help but he held his tongue. Was the man hurt so badly that he didn't think he could ride? If that was the case then he really couldn't leave him to walk alone. Or was it something more then just that? He had heard from someone that the Amish shunned everything that they called "english " and involved the modern world.
Was riding a horse just one of the things that they looked down on? If that was the case Viggo could also understand why he didn't want to ride. Having also heard that an Amish person could be thrown out of their homes for involving themselves in anything pertaining to the english world.
"All right..." Viggo said pulling the raise of his horse stopping it, and then dismounted. "If you will not let me take you home, at least I can walk with you. That way if something happens, someone is here to help." He offered this with a small easy grin.
He didn't think that the man could fight him on that. Anyone would see the logic of him staying with him. What if he had hit his head and became disoriented, or if he had broken something and just didn't know it yet? Nope, no matter what the young man said he was stuck with Viggo until he made it to where ever it was he was headed.
"My names Viggo, Viggo Mortensen." He said offering his hand to him. "I live just up the road a few miles."
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Orlando glanced over at the man and found himself smiling back, despite the pain. He took the older mans hand in his own giving it a firm hand shake like he had been taught to do. "My names Orlando Bloom and you don't really need to stay with me, I am fine."
Viggo chuckled and shook his head. "You might be fine but I wouldn't be if I left you and something happened, just humor me and let me to help you."
Orlando sighed and nodded his head. "All right you can stay if it would make you feel any better."
Viggo chuckled. "It would."
As they walked down the road they feel into an easy silence. Viggo couldn't think of anything to say or ask Orlando about, and it seemed Orlando was lost in his own thoughts.
It was sometime later when Orlando looked up and over to a small farm house that sat off from it. He remembered Viggo saying he lived a few miles up the road and he knew this was the only one out here besides his family's house.
"You must be the one that bought Tomes Millers farm." Orlando took in the old farm house that he had spent some of his childhood in while growing up. Tomes Miller had married Orlando's sister’s mother, when his mother was younger. Tomes had bought the small part of land and together the two families had raised the house and barn.
A few winters ago both Tomes and his mother’s sister had passed away without any children leaving the farm house empty. Orlando's mother never wanted to set foot in it again, not waiting to remember the unpleasant time before her sister had passed away. So Orlando's father had decided to sell it this summer, Orlando just had no idea that an englisher had moved in.
"Yeah, I did." Viggo said looking over to where Orlando was. The house was looking better with every passing day. He had been working on it non stop since he moved in, but there was still a lot to be done. The roof needed to be replaced, a spot in the floor need to be fixed, and the barn itself need to be restored and the loft floor needed to be taken down and completely redone. Viggo had loved the old farm house from the second he had seen it, so he didn't mind the work it would take to get it back on its feet.
Orlando come to a stop on the road and turned to Viggo. "I live less then a mile from here." The young man accounted. "Just on the other side of the woods. If you don't mind, I’ll cut through them and be home within the next 5 mints."
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Viggo was disappointed at how close Orlando was to his own home, and how little time he had gotten to spend with the young man. He told himself it was only because Orlando was hurt and Viggo wanted to make sure that he was all right before sending him on his way.
"No, that would be fine." Viggo said trying to smile and not show his disappointment. They walked on for a little while longer as they made their way up the driveway. Viggo was trying to think up something that might stall the young man from returning home. "Maybe you should come inside and let me see to that cut on your face."
Yes, that sounded like a perfect idea to Viggo. He could make sure that Orlando wasn't hurt worse then he looked and maybe he could spend more time with the man.
Orlando turned to Viggo and shock his head. "No, it’s all right. The faster I get home the better. My family is probably worried about me." He smiled although he wondered why Viggo was so consider about his safely, after all they had just might and Viggo didn't know him.
Viggo open his mouth ready to fight Orlando on that, but realized that he really couldn't. No matter how much he wanted to talk longer to him, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty about his family. "All right...Maybe I will see you later then?"
Orlando chuckled at that remark, knowing that he wouldn't be seeing the other man again, unless he decided to join the Amish church and he doubted that would happen. But despite himself Orlando nodded his head. "I hope so." He found himself saying and held his hand out to shack Viggo's again. "Thanks for staying with me."
Viggo grinned taking hold of Orlando's hand in his own and giving it one last shake. Perhaps he held on a little longer then he should, but the younger man didn't seem to mind. He watched as Orlando made his way long the yard, and just as he was about to enter into the woods, he called out: "Good-bye Orlando."
To his delighted the young man turned around and waved at him, before walking deeper into the woods. Viggo stayed where he was standing until Orlando disappeared completely from his line of sight.
Author: ConnerTiernan
Pairing : Orlando/Viggo
Rating: G - NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't know Orlando or Viggo. This is not real or ever would happen. I am not making any money of from this.
Summary: Orlando is a young Amish man getting ready to enter into his "Rumspringa" or running around years. Its a rite of passage every Amish person takes before joining the Amish Comminety and staring a family. Orlando hadn't planned on taking a rumspringa, but when a man enters into his life he can't help but want to spend sometime with him. Now Orlando must beside between his Amish family and beliefs and a man he might be in love with.
Notes: I have dyslexia, so my spelling and grammar is not great. I thought this idea for a story was a good one, and I wanted to share it so please forgive me. This frist part is bated by tweedle_. Thank you so much. -Huggles-
Feedback: I would love to hear any feed back you might have. Thanks.
When Orlando heard the sounds of a horse behind him he was filled with a sense of hope for the first time that morning. Earlier the young man had been driving his single buggy back home when a speeding car had driven up behind him spooking his horse.
Most of the time the mare was well mannered and not easily scared but the car had gotten so close to the buggy Orlando couldn't blame her. He had been scared himself, thinking that the car would run into them, but at the last second it had swerved to the right, missing them by inches.
His horse had reared up with such force that the buggy had tipped onto its side. The long pulls that rested on the horse's side keeping the buggy safely attached were smashed by its weight. He had been so surprised that he let go of the reins in the fall and the horse had taken off on him, running off to safety and no doubt would be home by the time he got there. Now he was left on the side of the road walking back to the farm house that his family lived in, more then 35 miles from where the accident had happen.
He turned around with a bright smile on his face. Hopefully, it was a family friend, or perhaps his father had come looking for him when the horse had turned up. That hope was short lived however, as his eyes come to rest on an older man that he didn't know.
Orlando sighed, one looked at the man told him that he wasn't Amish but an ‘englisher’ out for a morning ride. He was dressed in a deep blue shirt, and black pants that where tucked into riding boots. The man was the last person he wanted to see, and Orlando turned back to the road and began walking again.
The sooner he got home the less his family would worry about him and the sooner he could get started on his chores, which that he would be expected to finish before dinner, which meant he didn't have anytime to talk with an ‘englisher’.
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Viggo had been concerned when he saw a small single black buggy along the side of the road flipped on its side. As he road up he had seen the skid marks of a car, where it had tried slowing down and where it had swerved of to the right.
At first Viggo thought he was going to stumble onto a bloody accident, where an Amish family had been hit by a car, or throw from the buddy. Viggo had gotten off his horse and walked around the buggy but he hadn't found anyone.
It wasn't until he had gotten back on his horse and been on the road for another twenty minutes that Viggo had come a crossed a young Amish man. He wondered if it was the person from the buggy, but it wasn't uncommon around Lancaster County to see the Amish out walking.
When the young man turned and looked behind him Viggo couldn't help but feel his heart drop to the bottom of his stomach. It was obvious by the black and blue marks and cuts on his face that this was the person from the buggy.
Viggo couldn't help but stare at him despite himself. The young man was more beautiful then any one person should be allowed to be. He had a dark complexion, no doubt from the many hours spent working in the fields, along with a fine body. The young man’s loose fitting clothing did little to hide that. He had curly brown hair and shocking brown eyes, but the one thing that Viggo found the most arresting, was the bright welcoming smile painted a crossed his face.
Viggo found himself frowning however when that smile fell into a frown. He would have paid any amount of money to anyone if they could have put that charming smile back on the man’s face.
‘But why pay someone?’ he asked himself giving his horse a light tap on the sides and brought him up beside him. ‘When I can do it myself.’ He grinned and pulled the horse up so that he slowed to a walk.
"Hello." Viggo said, flinching when the young man looked up at him and simply nodded in greeting. The side of his face was grazed and scraped. His simple plain blue shirt was ripped a little and Viggo saw a small amount of blood running down the side of his face. "I saw your buggy back on the road." Viggo said in a low voice.
"Do you need any help?"
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Orlando blinked when the man riding his horse come up side of him. The last thing he wanted to do was talk to an englisher, he just wanted to get home, to his family and his choruses.
"No, I don't need any help." Orlando said with a small sigh. He wasn't trying to sound rude, but he just didn't want to deal with the man. "I am fine, but thank you." Orlando had planned to ignore the man until he road off and left Orlando alone, but it seemed he had other plans.
"Why don't you let me give you a ride to where ever it is your going?” Viggo asked. “I know it will be a little uncomfortable riding behind me, but I am sure we could mange somehow."
Orlando came to a stop, looking up at him. He had to admit the offer did sound tempting. He would get home a lot faster if he did allow the man to take him. But he couldn't help thinking that temptation was the root of all evil, or at least that's what the brothers of his church committee had preached on just last Sunday.
"No thank you. I can mange on my own." Orlando said with a slight smile despite himself, and flinched at the pain that shot up his face. He must have gotten a little more banged up falling from the buggy then he had thought. He lifted his hand up to feel where his face hurt and frowned feeling something wet. He must have cut his face somehow.
He dropped his hand down to his pants wiping away the blood on it. This was going to be a longer day then he thought. His family would take one look at him, and fuss over him the rest of the day.
His mother would be the worst, asking him if he was all right every five seconds and demanding that his father allow him to rest, rather then do his chores. That would mean someone else would have to do them for him. His brothers were working the fields and his younger sisters needed to help with dinner, which meant his father would have do them and that would put him in an even worse mood than he was in this morning when Orlando had left to go into to town to pick up the supplies they needed to fix a fence.
Orlando frowned at that thought, he had forgotten all about the supplies back in the buggy. His father would be mad at him for leaving them behind. They would have to go back for them today rather then leaving the buggy for the morning to pick up.
Orlando turned slightly looking back behind him. He had all ready walked more then a few miles away from it, and right now it would take him longer to walk back for them, then to hitch up other buggy to get them.
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Viggo frowned seeing the young man wipe away blood from a cut just above his eye. It was obvious to him that he was in pain. He couldn't leave him to wander down the busy country road by himself.
"You’re hurt, you should really let me help you." Viggo tried again. "It wouldn't take anytime to get you back, and it wouldn't be a problem at all. It’s a nice day and I wouldn't mind the ride."
Orlando sighed and looked back up at the man shaking his head. "I can't ride on a horse." He frowned slightly at having to say that. The last thing he wanted to do was spend that rest of his walk home debating his beliefs with someone that just wouldn't understand. It was against Amish rules to ride on a horses back, and Orlando knew that he would get into trouble if someone spotted him.
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Viggo arched an eyebrow up. He wanted to ask the man why he wouldn't let him help but he held his tongue. Was the man hurt so badly that he didn't think he could ride? If that was the case then he really couldn't leave him to walk alone. Or was it something more then just that? He had heard from someone that the Amish shunned everything that they called "english " and involved the modern world.
Was riding a horse just one of the things that they looked down on? If that was the case Viggo could also understand why he didn't want to ride. Having also heard that an Amish person could be thrown out of their homes for involving themselves in anything pertaining to the english world.
"All right..." Viggo said pulling the raise of his horse stopping it, and then dismounted. "If you will not let me take you home, at least I can walk with you. That way if something happens, someone is here to help." He offered this with a small easy grin.
He didn't think that the man could fight him on that. Anyone would see the logic of him staying with him. What if he had hit his head and became disoriented, or if he had broken something and just didn't know it yet? Nope, no matter what the young man said he was stuck with Viggo until he made it to where ever it was he was headed.
"My names Viggo, Viggo Mortensen." He said offering his hand to him. "I live just up the road a few miles."
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Orlando glanced over at the man and found himself smiling back, despite the pain. He took the older mans hand in his own giving it a firm hand shake like he had been taught to do. "My names Orlando Bloom and you don't really need to stay with me, I am fine."
Viggo chuckled and shook his head. "You might be fine but I wouldn't be if I left you and something happened, just humor me and let me to help you."
Orlando sighed and nodded his head. "All right you can stay if it would make you feel any better."
Viggo chuckled. "It would."
As they walked down the road they feel into an easy silence. Viggo couldn't think of anything to say or ask Orlando about, and it seemed Orlando was lost in his own thoughts.
It was sometime later when Orlando looked up and over to a small farm house that sat off from it. He remembered Viggo saying he lived a few miles up the road and he knew this was the only one out here besides his family's house.
"You must be the one that bought Tomes Millers farm." Orlando took in the old farm house that he had spent some of his childhood in while growing up. Tomes Miller had married Orlando's sister’s mother, when his mother was younger. Tomes had bought the small part of land and together the two families had raised the house and barn.
A few winters ago both Tomes and his mother’s sister had passed away without any children leaving the farm house empty. Orlando's mother never wanted to set foot in it again, not waiting to remember the unpleasant time before her sister had passed away. So Orlando's father had decided to sell it this summer, Orlando just had no idea that an englisher had moved in.
"Yeah, I did." Viggo said looking over to where Orlando was. The house was looking better with every passing day. He had been working on it non stop since he moved in, but there was still a lot to be done. The roof needed to be replaced, a spot in the floor need to be fixed, and the barn itself need to be restored and the loft floor needed to be taken down and completely redone. Viggo had loved the old farm house from the second he had seen it, so he didn't mind the work it would take to get it back on its feet.
Orlando come to a stop on the road and turned to Viggo. "I live less then a mile from here." The young man accounted. "Just on the other side of the woods. If you don't mind, I’ll cut through them and be home within the next 5 mints."
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Viggo was disappointed at how close Orlando was to his own home, and how little time he had gotten to spend with the young man. He told himself it was only because Orlando was hurt and Viggo wanted to make sure that he was all right before sending him on his way.
"No, that would be fine." Viggo said trying to smile and not show his disappointment. They walked on for a little while longer as they made their way up the driveway. Viggo was trying to think up something that might stall the young man from returning home. "Maybe you should come inside and let me see to that cut on your face."
Yes, that sounded like a perfect idea to Viggo. He could make sure that Orlando wasn't hurt worse then he looked and maybe he could spend more time with the man.
Orlando turned to Viggo and shock his head. "No, it’s all right. The faster I get home the better. My family is probably worried about me." He smiled although he wondered why Viggo was so consider about his safely, after all they had just might and Viggo didn't know him.
Viggo open his mouth ready to fight Orlando on that, but realized that he really couldn't. No matter how much he wanted to talk longer to him, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty about his family. "All right...Maybe I will see you later then?"
Orlando chuckled at that remark, knowing that he wouldn't be seeing the other man again, unless he decided to join the Amish church and he doubted that would happen. But despite himself Orlando nodded his head. "I hope so." He found himself saying and held his hand out to shack Viggo's again. "Thanks for staying with me."
Viggo grinned taking hold of Orlando's hand in his own and giving it one last shake. Perhaps he held on a little longer then he should, but the younger man didn't seem to mind. He watched as Orlando made his way long the yard, and just as he was about to enter into the woods, he called out: "Good-bye Orlando."
To his delighted the young man turned around and waved at him, before walking deeper into the woods. Viggo stayed where he was standing until Orlando disappeared completely from his line of sight.