"Yeah�" Viggo couldn't think of anything to say. Nothing besides the whole 'I miss you, need to hear your voice�etcetera..'. And he didn't want to say that. Because�well, he didn't know why. But it wouldn't be enough somehow.

"I miss you." Oh, well, if Orli said it, maybe it was okay then. Viggo couldn't think of anything better anyway.

"I miss you too." He breathed slowly, starting to relax, lying back on the bed. "�I couldn't sleep�sorry�were you in the middle of something?" He realized with chagrin that Orlando could be in the middle of shooting, since it was day there still.

"No, no�I'm done actually, we got done earlier than they thought we would. I was going to email you later." He paused, and then, "Viggo, do you think�do you want me to come up and visit you for a while? I've got nothing better to do."

"Yes!" Viggo blurted, and then, more calmly, "�Of course�Orli, I miss you terribly, and�and I need to see you, here�with me." He heard a soft, slightly rough laughter on the other end.

"Should I book the next flight available then?" Orlando's voice was light, teasing, but there was desperation behind it. Viggo didn't know that, but he knew there was something.

"Would you?"

"I have already�"

"Oh."

"Yeah�"

"Thank you."

"Think you can go to sleep now? I should go pack�."

"Yes, thank you." He didn't want to hang up.

"Anytime love, I'll even sing you to sleep" Orlando's voice was still light and teasing, like a warm, frothy drink�with a deeper texture. Viggo imagined it pouring all over him, the taste�.

"Vig?"

"Yeah?"

"What're you thinking?" Silence.

And then:

"I was thinking�well, your voice, you know, it's kind of like this warm frothy drink�and I was wondering, how it'd taste�" his voice was slightly husky now, he wondered why he'd just admitted that.

But Orlando was laughing, huskily too.

"You know how I taste Vig�"

"Mmmmm�yes, I know�I�miss that too�your taste�" among other things�.Guess they weren't hanging up yet after all."�Not that you should let that get to your head, it's big enough already�" Viggo added as an afterthought, rolling his eyes exasperatedly as Orlando replied with a typical "Which one?"

They were silent for a few moments then, just hearing each other breathe. And it would've been one of those special moments, except that neither of them were sure that that's what it really was, or if they were just out of touch. Orlando sighed.

"Are you planning on going back to sleep Vig? Or should I just get ready to walk around with the phone attached to my ear until you drop? �'cause we could do that too�if you want" he laughed.

"I guess I could go back to sleep. If you want. �But I wouldn't mind providing you entertainment if that's alright." Viggo didn't like the idea of letting go of Orlando's precious voice at the moment. He was relaxed now�feeling better than that breathless--almost gasping empty something that was there that couldn't really be described, though he tried. Tried with everything it had, open windows, dark and city lights and a surprisingly visible moon and missing�missing Orli. So he told himself it was alright to keep Orlando attached to the phone because Orlando had offered anyway.

//Every place I go I think of you
Every song I sing I sing for you//

Orlando walked around his room, picking things up. The place had become home, almost, for a while. He might even miss it. �Though he wasn't sure he knew what home was. His childhood home with his parents was one he'd never completely grow out of�but all the others he'd lived in since had been home for a while. New Zealand had been home; it had been one of those special homes that you miss terribly, maybe because of the strong bonds he'd formed there�everything they'd been through�. That was an experience he considered to be too special to be grouped with the others. It was also when he'd met Viggo�

"Viggo?"

"�yeah?"

"Where's home?"

"Home?"

"Yeah�"

"�Home is wherever I�m living, with Henry, wherever I can run to when there's nowhere else to go. I guess. I don't know. You know the saying 'Home is where the heart is?' I guess it's kind of true�."Home is where you are.

"Oh"

"Why?"

"I don't know, I was just thinking�" Orlando was folding a shirt, probably the only one folded in the whole suitcase. It was a normal shirt, others would have laughed to see it, no colors on it that make your eyes bleed. It was a deep, dark golden brown. Viggo had picked it out once, saying that it was like his eyes. Orlando had worn it only once--the night they'd finally made love. He'd saved it ever since, not sure when he should wear it. "�you know that shirt you made me buy?"

"Mm�yes, the one that's almost the same color as your eyes? I didn't make you buy it Orli, I just said I liked it�" his mental tone conveyed the sense of sticking his tongue out at Orlando--who just wished it was there in real life�because, mmm�tongue, Viggo�yeah.

"I'm sticking my tongue back out at you 'cause I know that's what you just did."

"Oh, we're so mature, aren't we?" Viggo laughed.

"You know you liked it."

"Yes I did." It came out less amused and more turned on. Viggo's voice. Ugh. Orlando groaned softly.

"Stop that."

"What?"

"Your voice."

"You want me to be quiet?"

"�No!"

"Ummmm�"

"Viggo�" he was grinning, Orlando could tell. "As I was saying�before I was umm..okay, maybe not so rudely interrupted�I think I was just going to tell you that I was folding it. The shirt I mean�."

"You're folding your clothes?"

"Oi!"

Viggo just laughed. "I see�and�this was important somehow?"

"Yes. �No. I don't know, maybe." Orlando closed his eyes, locking the suitcase and sitting back.

"Orli, is the shirt part of where home is?" His eyes flew open, and somehow Viggo could feel it. Knowing he'd hit something close to home. Home�

//When I come back I'll wear your wedding ring//

They were at the door of Viggo's apartment. Viggo's hand was in his pocket, fingering the edge of the small velvet box. He had to do it now, or he knew he couldn't later.

"Orlando�I�"

Orlando turned, fast, at the urgency in Viggo's voice. "Yes..?"

"�I�" Viggo swallowed, "Willyoumarryme?" Orlando blinked, as his brain started to decipher the words. He dropped his bag and cupped Viggo's face in his hands, kissing him deeply. Viggo felt himself start to breathe again, respond to Orlando's searching kiss and when they broke apart, they only moved far enough to touch their foreheads and smile into each other's eyes.

//So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me//

They spent that night celebrating�in bed.

"Yes," kisses to the underside of Viggo's jaw, "�yes, yes, yes, and yes." More kisses down his throat and the cleft in his chin and on the lips. Short, sweet sipping ones, and long, searching deep ones. As Viggo's arms and hands reciprocated Orlando's and they were lost again, in each other.

~*~

"Vig?" Orlando lifted himself up on one elbow, using his other hand to draw invisible patterns on Viggo's chest.

"Mmmmm?"

"Doya think�well, um, should we tell the others?" he was blushing for some odd reason. So cute when he did that, Viggo thought.

"Tell them what?" his eyes glinted with amusement.

"About today�um�you know�"

Viggo raised an eyebrow, "You want to tell them about what we just did�?" Orlando was turning a nice shade of red, and he bit the inside of his cheeks to keep from laughing.

"Oi!" the flustered Brit cried, tickling Viggo, "You're no help!"

Viggo just flipped him over and kissed him. Then kissed him again. Longer this time, savoring the taste of Orlando's lower lip in his mouth. He pulled back, still holding Orlando's face in his hands.

"Of course we should tell them. Don't you want to have a wedding ceremony or something?"

Orlando blinked. Oh. Hmmm. Pictures out of various wedding magazines�all of which centered around brides in white gowns�flew through his head. He giggled.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothin'," Orlando grinned, "Just thinking of the whole wedding thing. I mean. ...Dresses??" This time, Viggo laughed with him.

"Well, if you want to wear a wedding dress, I'd be more than happy�" Viggo leaned in close to his ear and whispered, "I always thought you'd look fetching in a dress�." And Orlando was almost too distracted by the tongue tracing the shell of his ear, but he managed to pick up a pillow from the other side of the bed, and whapped Viggo over the head with it. This, of course, lead to return-whapping from Viggo, and then into an all-out pillow-war�err�fight.

//Hold me like you'll never let me go
Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane//

They'd planned out the wedding in detail. It would be in New Zealand. All the Fellowship would attend. Probably most of the cast and other friends too, because they would all be there for the touch-up shoots for Return of the King anyway. Orlando, however, would not be wearing a dress. (Viggo seemed to be more than a little disappointed about this. Orlando reassured him that on their honeymoon, they'd have enough time for all kinds of dresses, especially ones made of leather that came with hand-cuffs. And it would be a great time to remedy the fact that Viggo was the only member of the Lord of the Rings cast without notable film appearances in drag. Viggo was very happy. And anxious. For the wedding that is.)

//Don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe I hate to go//

But for now Orlando had to go. They both had work in different parts of the world.

//Now the time has come to leave you
One more time let me kiss you//

They held hands in the cab all the way to the airport. They held each other until the flight was about to leave.

//Close your eyes, I'll be on my way//

Viggo raised his hand, not a wave, just his hand. Sort of d�j� vu�in a way, he thought. But this time, as Orlando lifted his hand against the window, their twin bands of metal flashed with sunlight. Answering each other's call.

//Dream about the days to come
When I won't have to leave alone
About the time when I don't have to say...//

Orlando thought of different magazines when they were actually in New Zealand again. The ones with those nice houses. They reminded him of Viggo. He wondered whether Viggo would like to live in one. Together. All the time. �He was getting married. And settled down. Gods.

//So kiss me and smile for me//

"It�s all your fault you know," he told Viggo.

"I know." Viggo smiled, kissing him. He could never get enough of kissing Orlando.

That was a good thing.

//Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go//

It was the day after their last day of shooting. The wedding was on a beach on the South Island. Two actually, including the little islet Orlando was standing on with the rest of the Fellowship. Probably wasn't supposed to be used for a wedding. No one complained though. The procession was in the water. Even Ian Holm refused the boat offered in favor of swimming with the groom. To the other groom. Who refused to stay where he was and started swimming across. So they met halfway, in the water. (The priest did use a boat. He deigned to stand up in it while pronouncing them married though.)

After that, they left, together this time. For their new house, which they'd bought on impulse the day Orlando had been thinking of the magazines. But everyone, including Henry�who would be staying behind with the rest of the Fellowship during the course of the honeymoon�had agreed that it was a beautiful house.

//Leaving on a jet plane//

The plane took off.

Orlando sighed, leaning in against Viggo's chest as the arms that seemed made to hold him did so. He lifted his face slightly for a kiss and Viggo's lips whispered his name, mixed in with the words 'love' and 'home'. He smiled into the kiss, grazing his knuckles against Viggo's cheek "Yes love, we are going home."

//Leaving on a jet plane//