Whispered love

By Summer

(This is a parody I wrote originally in the Forever Knight Fandom simply called Whispers and then when I was re-reading it a few days ago, I thought. Gee, I could turn it around and make it into a great RPS from LOTR) Here are the results. Enjoy!
Class: RPS slash (My first official RPS)

Disclaimer: Don’t own them. Not true, none of it.
Not beta’d

Pairing: Elijah/Viggo

Warning: Don't drink anything while reading this. If you do, well I warned you!

It had been a bad week; the work on the set had been unusually grueling. Elijah had felt he was giving his all, and in the process, he found he was completely stressed out. He needed a break. Grabbing his second best buddy, Dominic Monaghan, they decided to have a night on the town. The result....

They were drunk. Completely and utterly drunk. Giggling uncontrollably, they clung to each other as they slowly made their way out of the bar. Dominic was fashionably dressed, without being trendy. His stylish jacket was a bit rumpled, after too much dancing. Elijah wore a blood-red velvet shirt with very tight blue jeans, which for some reason the buttons to the shirt had all come undone revealing quite a bit of skin.

"Elijah! It's this way" Dom chuckled. He tried to take his arm, but Elijah only pulled the other way.

"No! No!" he sputtered, "I want to go this way!"

"How ... I mean ... home is that way. I think." Dom said, pointing down the street. He paused, looked all around and then pointed in the other direction. "Oh, wait. Maybe it's this way."

"I don't want to go home, I want to pray!" laughed Elijah followed by a snort. "I mean play. I can't talk anymore. All your fault!" he pointed menacingly at Dominic then started laughing all over again then he fell forward, smacking his forehead against Dom’s chest.

Barely able to stand on his own two feet, Dom returned Elijah’s bleary glare, then began giggling, until he was gasping for breath he didn't really need.

"It’s not my fault...I said ONE drink," He replied "but no! You had to get more!"

Grasping Elijah by the shoulders to keep him from sliding to the pavement, Dom stopped scolding his cast mate when he felt Elijah’s body vibrating with suppressed giggles. Oh, yes they were both wasted.

"Call us a cab Dom, Or we'll never get home! Peter will have a fit if we don‘t show up at the set on." he gasped for his own breath already taken up too much of his thought process, with all the liquor he consumed, and wiped at a teary eye that now overwhelmed him as he started to chuckle again.

Dom couldn’t resist. It was a bad joke but hey, he was far to gone now to care and joined in. "Ok, We’re a cab?" Laughing at his own bad joke.

He stumbled releasing his hold on the Elijah and though he managed to stay on his feet Elijah, without the support, wound up on the pavement. But not giving up, Elijah looked at the street before them and started to speak in a tone that he often used to call for Sean Astin to help him get back into his place after locking himself out of his apartment. "Cab, here cab, come here cab! Please cab. Come here!"

Elijah then paused and looked up at Dom with an all too serious expression. "Hey! I've got an idea!" Slapping his hand on the pavement. "Call Bills! He should still be awake, or better yet call Sean. He will come and rescue me! Why if he can he will carry me!” and Elijah shrieked in laughter at his own sordid joke.

"Nope, won’t work. Bills is still at the recording studio and Sean…is with Christina. Nope. If only I had wings, yeah. Nice pretty white wings. We could fly. Although, I am rather intoxicated…I wonder would it be alright to fly while intoxicated? Or would I be like that Greatest American hero guy and hit a building?" Dom said all of this with an attempt at seriousness. But when Elijah paused, looked him in the eye and then proceeded with laughter it became contagious; giggling like an idiot, he fell flat on his back beside him.

The two embraced and were now giggling against each other and the more they looked and realized the mirth of their situation the harder they laughed.

***

The Pair watched the undignified display from the shadows. With a shake of his head, Sean Bean turned to Viggo, who was simply rolling his eyes at the entire scene.

Dom poked Elijah in the ribs, "Look! Look! Who does this remind you of?"
Dom then made a grim face and pulling a scowl he raised one eye brow.

Elijah closed one eye to get a better look at him, and ventured a guess. "Sir Ian?"

"You draw too much attention to yourself, Mr. Underhill!"

Elijah was over come with hee haws! "Viggo!" he spat finally.

Dom nodded and laughed with her. "Wait, wait! Who does this remind you of?" He hissed, showing his teeth, and rumbled in a breathy whisper. "That is no trinket you carry!"

Elijah gagged again in uncontrollable giggles and sputtered. "Viggo!"

Spurred on for more, Dom did several more impressions and Elijah said Viggo’s name at each end.

Watching this silently, Bean turned to Viggo and said, with a touch of sympathy.

"Now, remember they're really plastered. It wouldn't be any fun to kill them. Peter would be quite upset losing his prized hobbits."

"So you say." Viggo drawled, in a mixture of amusement and annoyance.

Still teasing and laughing, Elijah now poked Dom in the ribs. "Here, here, my turn. Look! Who's this?" With a mesmerizing kind of look he made a solemn face. "Gondor has no King, Gondor needs no King!"

Dom squinted at him for a moment as if trying to concentrate, then shouted, "Sean Bean!"

Elijah gave him a thumbs up.

Hearing this Sean Bean frowned. "But inflicting a little pain might be fun." he suggested. Deciding that they'd enough of this very humiliating display, they walked over.

Dom and Elijah looked up as two pairs of feet came into view. Snickering and sputtering, they shushed one another.

"Be quiet, Elijah!" Dom slurred, "Maybe they'll go away."

"Fat chance!' Spitefully, Elijah laughed even louder. "He hasn't left me alone, since Weathertop. Slash slash with his might sword. I can't even take a bath without him being present! I think I developed a whole second body!"

Sighing with exasperation, Viggo hauled Elijah to his feet and gathered him into his arms. He drew back when Elijah carefully placed his forefinger against Viggo’s lips and noisily shushed him. “Be wery very quiet, we are hunting Hobbit.”

Elijah, who didn’t like to be ignored, as Viggo was choosing to do, decided to tickle his cast mate under the armpits. Viggo shot Elijah a warning that would have under other circumstances have Elijah cease all activity. Instead Elijah shot Viggo an amused grin that made him look much younger then his age. “Come on, come on show me the man of Gondor!”

Sighing, Sean Bean helped Dominic up onto his feet. Dom gazed dreamily up at him like a love-struck school girl.

"I bet you're lots more fun than Viggo. Always so brooding, gets on my nerves. Come on come on, take me for a ride on your motorcycle, Beannie boy. I want to go for a ride! Vroom! Broomm!"

"I'll see to it he gets home safe and sound." he said, "Tell Peter in the morning, he owes me big time. Like I have time to be watching over these kids!"

Clearing his throat, Viggo muttered in annoyance. "After mine, comes yours."

Seeing that Viggo would not respond to his tickle assault, Elijah had decided on a sneak attack and pinched his viggo’s butt.

"Stop that, at once!" he hissed at Elijah.

Elijah smiled and touched Viggo‘s lips. "Ohhhh Grandpa what big teeth you have! The better to bite me with!"

Dropping his head on Viggo’s shoulder, Elijah began to lick at his neck.

"Mmmm ... delicious." he whispered, "So salty."

Then he turned to Bean and Dom, "Popcorn anyone?"

Scowling angrily, Viggo turned and throwing Elijah over his shoulder, headed for his car. As Bean took Dom to his car, he couldn‘t help but smile when he heard Elijah shout out.

“Hey, Vig nice ass.”

Bean was about to throw Dom into his vehicle, when Dom moved up and kissed him smack on the lips. "I‘m ready for my ride...Come on, Come on baby show me what you got!"

All the while Dom clung to Beans neck, weak with hysterical laughter.

Looking up and evoking several loud sighs, Bean muttered in a low voice.
"Big time. You owe me big time!" Then without another word he threw Dom into the car.

A moment later Dom could be heard saying.

“Hmm, nice interior…can I see what’s underneath too!”

***

"Well Elijah, you have successfully made quite a fool out of yourself tonight. What the hell got into you two, pissing in that fountain! Peter is going to have a fit. I am sure the entire cast will hear about this soon enough. Why do you do this to yourself?" he murmured to his semi-conscious fellow actor. Then he mused silently, "What is it, that makes you feel so much? So young to be filled with such conflict and pain. Yet, if you didn't ... would I care for you so deeply?" Viggo shook his head slowly, "No." he thought, "This is wrong. So very wrong.”

Viggo gently placed Elijah on the bed and removed his shoes and socks.
Thinking that Elijah had already passed out, he reached for the blankets to cover him, when his arms were grabbed, and Elijah shushed him again.

Viggo felt the hair on his body rise, as Elijah’s hot, moist breath feathered against his ear.

"Shhh, don't tell on me, Sean..." He whispered softly.

"Don't tell what Elijah?" Viggo only then realized for some strange reason Elijah thought he was Sean Astin. Once again saving his hide and getting him home in one piece. Sometimes Elijah forgot that Sean wasn’t the only one that cared about him. That he was the only one that wanted to make sure he was brought home safe and sound. The entire cast had fallen in love with this little man the first day he walked on the set.

"Shhh, don't tell him...Got to promise. I can‘t help it. Seeing him every day. Playing with his sword, laughing. Seeing and never touching. God, Seannie I love him. And he doesn’t even know I exist" Releasing his hold, Elijah turned over onto his belly with a sob and plunged into a deep sleep.

Stunned, Viggo raised both eyebrows. Wondering who Elijah meant. It took him only a moment for it to register. Then slowly he began to smile. He tucked the blankets around Elijah’s shoulders, and murmured, "Not exist Elijah? No, No. You exist in every part of my world. You have my heart now, Elijah. You always will, my Frodo.”

Leaning down, he gently kissed the back of his Elijah's head and then moved to a nearby chair to wait.

Elijah would awaken all to soon with a horrible hangover. Viggo would present him the aspirin and OJ, and then---they would have a nice long talk about whispered love, better yet maybe Viggo would show him.