FIC: Hello (2/3)
Title: Hello (2/3)
Authors: Carol(nverland)
Fandom: LotR
Genre: RPS
Characters: Viggo/ Orlando
Rating: NC17 overall, G this chapter
Words: 866
Beta: The wonderful Original Namarie120, whom I would be totally lost without
Disclaimer: I know no one in or associated with this. It is purely fiction. No harm intended.
Warnings: None really
A/N: This was originally posted in my journal in 2006
A/N 2: Inspired by spending way too much time listening to Lionel Ritchie
Summary: Viggo and Orlando get wrapped up in the same old song.
Chapter 2: Viggo’s POV
I long to see the sunlight in your hair
And tell you time and time again
How much I care
Sometimes I feel my heart will overflow
Hello!
I've just got to let you know
Because I wonder where you are
And I wonder what you do
Are you somewhere feeling lonely?
Or is someone loving you?
Tell me how to win your heart
For I haven't got a clue
But let me start by saying I love you
Viggo sat in his little room behind his studio, looking at all the photos he had hanging there, and listening to that damn song again. Somehow it always got to him, made him think about things he knew he shouldn’t. Made him want things he knew he’d never have.
He started thinking, which he found himself doing more and more lately. About the time he’d spent in New Zealand. He never did get around to thanking his son for pushing him to go. Had to remember to do that one of these days, he thought. That was maybe the best, and happiest, time of his life.
Viggo couldn’t forget that first day, standing on the lot, watching the two young men still in costume, walking towards them. One was obviously a Hobbit, from the shaggy wig, clothing and large hairy feet. The other was a vision like he’d never seen before. Long golden hair, lithe frame that seemed to float, and a twinkling smile. And when they shook hands after being introduced, he honestly thought his skin tingled. They didn’t get to talk much that first day, Viggo being led away by Peter.
A few days later, several of the older cast members dragged him along to the local bar for an evening of drinking and camaraderie. The first thing Viggo saw when he entered was the same young man, now without the wig, and decidedly drunk, twisting and bouncing about on the dance floor with the younger crew. When Orlando spotted them, he came bounding up, and wrapped himself around Viggo, giving him a hard kiss on the cheek. Viggo hugged him back gently, and then pulled away. The feelings from having this decidedly different but beautiful creature so close were a bit frightening for him.
By Monday, everyone on set knew Viggo, at least a bit, and were thrilled to have him there. He spent the next two years forming life-long friendships. On free days, he was off fishing, hiking, taking photos, always something new to see or do. And most times it was with Orlando. They spent most of their time talking or sharing all the new experiences to be had in this beautiful country.
Time seemed to stop when they were together. They both even seemed happy just sitting in the same room reading. They didn’t need to talk, just being together was enough. And when they were apart for extended trips home, they called often just to share what they had seen or done that day. Viggo wished it would never end. But he knew, from years of this kind of work, that it would be over too soon. And it made his heart ache.
After filming was finished, and all the promotion for the films, he no longer got to see his friends as often as he wanted, but they all seemed to find time here and there to be together. Just not all of them at the same time. And all except Orlando, who was becoming a big star in his own rights.
It seemed that not a week went by that Viggo didn’t see something, or hear something about Orlando and the latest film he was starring in. And photos, lots of photos. Of course, Orlando was beautiful, and everyone wanted to capture him doing whatever he was up to at the moment. And he had a girlfriend now. Someone to keep him busy and happy when he wasn’t working. But he never looked truly happy. He looked sad, and often like he was lost.
Viggo missed Orlando, sometimes more than he wanted to admit. He wanted to pick up the phone and call Orlando like they used to, back when they talked all the time. But since he hadn’t heard from Orlando in what felt like forever, Viggo assumed that Orlando had moved on, built a new life that didn’t involve him anymore. It hurt, but it was for the best, he was sure. He just wished that somehow they could have stayed at the least friends. But then again, what did Orlando need with him, an older male co-star that had his own life to lead?
~tbc~
Authors: Carol(nverland)
Fandom: LotR
Genre: RPS
Characters: Viggo/ Orlando
Rating: NC17 overall, G this chapter
Words: 866
Beta: The wonderful Original Namarie120, whom I would be totally lost without
Disclaimer: I know no one in or associated with this. It is purely fiction. No harm intended.
Warnings: None really
A/N: This was originally posted in my journal in 2006
A/N 2: Inspired by spending way too much time listening to Lionel Ritchie
Summary: Viggo and Orlando get wrapped up in the same old song.
Chapter 2: Viggo’s POV
I long to see the sunlight in your hair
And tell you time and time again
How much I care
Sometimes I feel my heart will overflow
Hello!
I've just got to let you know
Because I wonder where you are
And I wonder what you do
Are you somewhere feeling lonely?
Or is someone loving you?
Tell me how to win your heart
For I haven't got a clue
But let me start by saying I love you
Viggo sat in his little room behind his studio, looking at all the photos he had hanging there, and listening to that damn song again. Somehow it always got to him, made him think about things he knew he shouldn’t. Made him want things he knew he’d never have.
He started thinking, which he found himself doing more and more lately. About the time he’d spent in New Zealand. He never did get around to thanking his son for pushing him to go. Had to remember to do that one of these days, he thought. That was maybe the best, and happiest, time of his life.
Viggo couldn’t forget that first day, standing on the lot, watching the two young men still in costume, walking towards them. One was obviously a Hobbit, from the shaggy wig, clothing and large hairy feet. The other was a vision like he’d never seen before. Long golden hair, lithe frame that seemed to float, and a twinkling smile. And when they shook hands after being introduced, he honestly thought his skin tingled. They didn’t get to talk much that first day, Viggo being led away by Peter.
A few days later, several of the older cast members dragged him along to the local bar for an evening of drinking and camaraderie. The first thing Viggo saw when he entered was the same young man, now without the wig, and decidedly drunk, twisting and bouncing about on the dance floor with the younger crew. When Orlando spotted them, he came bounding up, and wrapped himself around Viggo, giving him a hard kiss on the cheek. Viggo hugged him back gently, and then pulled away. The feelings from having this decidedly different but beautiful creature so close were a bit frightening for him.
By Monday, everyone on set knew Viggo, at least a bit, and were thrilled to have him there. He spent the next two years forming life-long friendships. On free days, he was off fishing, hiking, taking photos, always something new to see or do. And most times it was with Orlando. They spent most of their time talking or sharing all the new experiences to be had in this beautiful country.
Time seemed to stop when they were together. They both even seemed happy just sitting in the same room reading. They didn’t need to talk, just being together was enough. And when they were apart for extended trips home, they called often just to share what they had seen or done that day. Viggo wished it would never end. But he knew, from years of this kind of work, that it would be over too soon. And it made his heart ache.
After filming was finished, and all the promotion for the films, he no longer got to see his friends as often as he wanted, but they all seemed to find time here and there to be together. Just not all of them at the same time. And all except Orlando, who was becoming a big star in his own rights.
It seemed that not a week went by that Viggo didn’t see something, or hear something about Orlando and the latest film he was starring in. And photos, lots of photos. Of course, Orlando was beautiful, and everyone wanted to capture him doing whatever he was up to at the moment. And he had a girlfriend now. Someone to keep him busy and happy when he wasn’t working. But he never looked truly happy. He looked sad, and often like he was lost.
Viggo missed Orlando, sometimes more than he wanted to admit. He wanted to pick up the phone and call Orlando like they used to, back when they talked all the time. But since he hadn’t heard from Orlando in what felt like forever, Viggo assumed that Orlando had moved on, built a new life that didn’t involve him anymore. It hurt, but it was for the best, he was sure. He just wished that somehow they could have stayed at the least friends. But then again, what did Orlando need with him, an older male co-star that had his own life to lead?
~tbc~