Title: Happenings (1/1)

Part(s): 1/1 PWP

Pairing: Viggo/Orli

Rating: PG

Author: Sammymc

Web-site: You wouldn’t be interested.

Email: [email protected]

Sequel: None at the moment. Probably not.

Warnings: none really needed.

Disclaimer: Viggo, Orlando, Billy, Dom, and Peter are their own people. I in no way mean to imply that this has ever happened or ever will happened. I’m not sure there is a make-up artist by the name of Donna. If there is I didn’t know about it.

Author’s Note: This is my first ever LOTR RPS fic. I’ve written several LOTR_FPS canon/fanon works and other types of RPS fics but this is the first I ever wrote involving LOTR Actors. So... be gentle.

Author’s Note 2: This has no plot. Just rattled around until I wrote it down in order to get rid of it!

 

Peter was a monster. Orlando had come to this decision about two weeks into filming. Training hadn’t been so bad. It had been fun to learn his bow and arrow and Legolas had a natural grace that catered to Orlando’s. He felt beautiful and regal when he was in full costume, like he actually was the Prince of Mirkwood. And the longer he learned the ways of an elf the more he felt at home as one. The long wig had taken some getting used to but he did get a Mohawk out of the deal. The contacts were a bitch to put in and irritated his eyes. At first Orlando thought that was gonna be the hardship he would have to endure of being an other-worldly character, not being able to sneak by with his everyday brown eyes. Then filming started and hell began.

 

When Orlando had signed on to be Legolas he had known he would be an Elf. He knew that Tolkien’s elves were tall and graceful and pretty. He knew they were also deadly. “An Assassin Orlando, be an assassin..” Peter had ordered him on several occasions. But Orli had not thought about the whole climbing mountains through the snow, riding huge horses, doing flips that Orlando never would have considered possible, and jumping huge, if fake, holes in the ground... thing. And now here he was three months into filming and he could barely move.

 

The only thing that made him feel remotely better were the pained whimpers of the next trailer over, where The Hobbits were currently having the feet carefully removed. Dom had twisted his ankle this morning and it was swollen terribly. It was good to know he wasn’t the only one suffering. Orlando felt a little remorseful when he heard a familiar British curse from Mr. Dominic Monaghan’s mouth. That poor girl, she was only trying to do her job. Orlando himself was nearly ready to leave. His wig had been removed and sat on the dressing table, carefully combed out and sitting ready for the next day of filming. Oh, filming, he didn’t want to think about filming, or working, or acting at all. He felt his ear give way under Donna’s careful ministrations and sighed. One down, one to go. His hand went up to rub at his ear and he sighed at the cool contact. His hand came away sticky. He made a face and Donna laughed before tut-tutting a little like his mother often did as he was growing up.

 

“Come on Orli, you’re not allowed to act surprised... three months, everyday the same thing. Let me put the cleaning solution on first... don’t pick...” she teased dabbing at his ear with the wet cloth. He sighed slumping further into his seat at the makeup counter. She cleaned out his ear fairly well, he knew he’d still be picking little bits of glue out tomorrow morning though. It was an inevitable part of playing an elf. Orli closed his eyes and let his head fall back, obeying silently as she tilted his head to get to his other ear. He sighed, so tired.

 

The next thing Orlando knew, a familiar pair of lips were tracing up his throat. Smiling through the sleepy exhaustion induced haze and sighed in contentment. Oh... Beard-burn... the smile widened. He pressed up into the moving lips.

 

“Hi Viggo...” he whispered softly, opening his eyes. The older man was leaning down over him, braced on the arms of the chair for balance, Orlando encased in a little man-made cage. He was dressed back in his normal paint-splattered clothes. His hair was getting longer and hung down around his face. His beard was properly AragornScruffy. Orlando wanted him. Now. “Home? Now?” it was more a statement then a question. Viggo grinned and let himself be pulled from the empty trailer, by an overly excited Orlando.

 

Orlando charged through the collection of production tents and trailers, heading for the main road where he knew Viggo’s jeep was just waiting to take them home. A familiar voice stopped him in this tracks.

 

“Orli! Coming out with us tonight???” Dom stood leaning against the Hobbit trailer, presumably waiting for Astin and Lija to get de-hobbitized inside. One leg was lifted slightly and he hung on to Billy for balance. He shifted a little, allowing the slightest bit of weight to rest on the injured leg. His gasp of pain was heard across the small area. He winced and clung tighter to Billy’s side.

 

“Dommie...” Orlando resisted rolling his eyes. “Go home! Take an Asprin and get that damned foot up!” he ordered. “Billy keep him company will you... I’ve got plans tonight...” he finished smiling suggestively and starting off again. He brought a now chuckling Viggo with him. He didn’t hear the retort that had inevitably been given as he didn’t really care to hear it.

 

He slumped idly into the passenger seat and sighed at the soft cushioning. Viggo climbed in beside him and brought the car to life. He drove off without a word, his free hand finding Orlando’s and latching on. Orli offered him a tired smile.

 

“Sleepy?” the soft American accent made Orli feel warm and sated. He nodded shifting in the seat and wincing as his back was jarred by the movement. Viggo’s brow knitted with concern. “Back hurt?” he asked, already knowing the answer. He could tell by the set of Orli shoulders and the little cloudiness in his once again brown eyes that he was in pain, had been for most of the day. “Poor Baby...” he teased, giving the hand a reassuring squeeze.

 

“Hmm...” Orli murmured letting his head fallback on the head rest. He closed his eyes but grinned at Viggo anyway. “Yeah.... hurts like a bitch... rub it for me?” he asked smiling sweetly. Viggo bit his lip.

 

“Yeah. I’ll rub your back for you... but you have to let me paint you tonight...” he grinned. Orlando groaned. “Come on.. I’ll make it an anonymous, no one has to know it was you...” Orli sighed quietly.

 

“A *LONG* back rub?” he asked. Viggo crowed in triumph and agreed. Orli smiled, if Viggo was going to paint him he was definitely getting more then a back rub tonight. He chuckled quietly. It was gonna be a long night. At least he and Viggo had tomorrow off to recover. Orlando loved when Peter worked on the Shire scenes, he got the day off for a change.

 

Peter was a Godsend.

 

 

 

End.