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TITLE: It Must Be Bunnies.
AUTHOR: Collie [collie_@msn.com]
FANDOM: LotR RPS
RATING: PG.
PAIRING: Orli/Viggo; Henry Mortensen POV.
SUMMARY: Camping, bunnies, socks and smooching.
WARNINGS: This is retarded. There, you have been warned ;)
DISCLAIMER: They're not mine, and if they were this silly, and I don't know what I'd do with them if they were.
ARCHIVE: Just ask.
AUTHOR'S NOTES:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
contrelamontre improv. Outsider POV. Written in about 48 minutes. This is NOT part of the TSAoM-verse. This story was a challenge: "Whhhy don't you write a story about bunnies and mountains? Oh and throw in some socks too. Yeah. Write my story now. Go on. You can do it." So, I did.
DEDICATION: To![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
socks_192, because this is ALL her fault, and to sarahchica for the beta. I'm sorry you had to read this ;)
It was so obvious that these two had a thing for each other. Well, obvious to me. Then again, I'm closer to Viggo than the others, so I can tell these things, you know? He is my dad, after all.
I went to stay with him on the set for a little while, and he took me and Orli camping one night. Although, they were still in costume and it wasn't really a camping trip... They were just, sort of, staying the night up on some mountain, because they had to be back in the morning for an early shoot, anyway.
We thought it might be fun.
It was just the three of us, though; no one else wanted to sleep outside. I guess it was a bit cold. I loved it, though.
There's this really great thing about Orli that not too many people know about - He always wears the coolest socks. He loves socks. It's really weird, you know? But, I guess it's kind of neat. I mean, here's this grown-up guy, all decked out and way cool as Legolas, and he takes off his boots and has these crazy yellow socks with this swirly red pattern on them, just right there on his feet.
"Wow," I said, "Those are the scariest socks I've ever seen."
"These are nothin'. I've got worse at home."
I grinned and sat down on a log, just as Dad walked back. He had an armful of kindling, which he dropped by the small fire we'd already had going. Seating himself on the ground next to Orli, he glanced down at the socks.
"Now those are more frightening than any Orc I've ever seen."
Orli wrinkled his nose and smacked Dad lightly on the back of the head, "Quiet, smelly human. You wouldn't know elegant footwear if it bit you on your filthy Man arse."
I giggled, and Dad stuck his tongue out at me.
"Filthy Man arse, huh?" He grinned at Orli, who'd stood up and was brushing himself clean of dirt and leaves, "Yeah, unlike your preening Elf self, hm?"
Orli glanced down at him, "What?"
I pointed to him, "You missed a spot."
He grumbled, glaring at both of us, then in his haughtiest Elf voice, said "Uncultured buffoons, the both of you," and then turned around...
...and let out the girliest shriek any of us had ever heard, aside from Billy.
I almost fell off my log.
I watched as Orli stumbled backwards, practically falling into Dad's lap, clutching to him and whimpering.
"Orlando! What the hell..?" Dad grabbed Orli by the front of his tunic and brought them face to face.
I stood up and ran over to where Orli had been standing, looking around, "There's nothing here, Dad. What'd you see, Orli?"
I looked down at Orli and my Dad, watching Orli shake.
"B... b... bu..." Orli stammered, leaning up and peering over Viggo's shoulder into the darkness, just past where I was standing.
"Bu... what?" Dad asked, and I couldn't help but smile at the concern on his face.
Just then, a large jackrabbit bounded past me, through our campsite, and disappeared into the darkness on the other side.
Orli bellowed and grabbed the front of Dad's Aragorn coat, burying his face in it. Dad blinked down at Orli, and I had to clamp both hands over my mouth to keep from laughing. He wrapped his arms around Orli and petted his hair, "Shhh, little Elf - The big, bad bunny won't hurt you any more."
Dad winked at me, and I couldn't help it. I exploded into laughter.
Orli shoved away from Viggo, pouting, "Oh, belt up, the both of you. I have deep-rooted trauma, okay? I almost got mauled by a rabbit when I was just little. It's really messed up to take the piss on me because I have issues."
He grumbled and crossed his arms, and it was so hard not to make fun some more, because he totally looked like a prissy elf. It was hilarious.
"Dad... Dad, I think I'm gonna go to bed," I said between giggles, "If I don't, Orli'll kill me for what I might end up saying to him."
Orli stuck his tongue out at me, "Yeah, you go on, then, before I use you for target practice, right?"
I just rolled my eyes. Orli was anything but scary. Plus the fact that he was all shaking and, well... screamed like a girl. Not really putting the fear of anything into anyone at the moment.
Besides, I knew if I went to bed, they'd get all cuddly, and how cute was that, huh?
So, I crawled into my tent - I didn't have to share with Dad, as he'd been sleeping outdoors a lot lately - and zipped up the flap. As I was dressing for bed, I heard their voices, faint, out by the fire.
"Bunnies?"
A soft laugh, "What, I couldn't think of anything else. I was never too quick with improv. But it got him into bed, yeah?"
"He's not stupid, Orlando. He's going to figure it out sooner or later."
I smiled, hearing the noises of them settling down against that log; the rustle of dry leaves and leather against fabric. The two figures, silhouetted by the fire, soon gelled into one as they snuggled up next to each other.
I rolled my eyes. "If you're gonna kiss, just keep it down, okay?" I called out, grinning as they suddenly sprang apart.
I snuggled down into my sleeping bag and closed my eyes, half-listening to them as I drifted off.
"I refuse to kiss you until you take those socks off, Orlando."
"What? These are great socks!"
"It looks like you waded through a massacre at a mustard factory."
"Yeah, well... you're one to talk."
"Meaning?"
Silence.
"Meaning... Just... Shut up and come over here."
I snickered a bit, before sleep came over me. It really was too cute.
AUTHOR: Collie [collie_@msn.com]
FANDOM: LotR RPS
RATING: PG.
PAIRING: Orli/Viggo; Henry Mortensen POV.
SUMMARY: Camping, bunnies, socks and smooching.
WARNINGS: This is retarded. There, you have been warned ;)
DISCLAIMER: They're not mine, and if they were this silly, and I don't know what I'd do with them if they were.
ARCHIVE: Just ask.
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
contrelamontre improv. Outsider POV. Written in about 48 minutes. This is NOT part of the TSAoM-verse. This story was a challenge: "Whhhy don't you write a story about bunnies and mountains? Oh and throw in some socks too. Yeah. Write my story now. Go on. You can do it." So, I did.DEDICATION: To
socks_192, because this is ALL her fault, and to sarahchica for the beta. I'm sorry you had to read this ;)It was so obvious that these two had a thing for each other. Well, obvious to me. Then again, I'm closer to Viggo than the others, so I can tell these things, you know? He is my dad, after all.
I went to stay with him on the set for a little while, and he took me and Orli camping one night. Although, they were still in costume and it wasn't really a camping trip... They were just, sort of, staying the night up on some mountain, because they had to be back in the morning for an early shoot, anyway.
We thought it might be fun.
It was just the three of us, though; no one else wanted to sleep outside. I guess it was a bit cold. I loved it, though.
There's this really great thing about Orli that not too many people know about - He always wears the coolest socks. He loves socks. It's really weird, you know? But, I guess it's kind of neat. I mean, here's this grown-up guy, all decked out and way cool as Legolas, and he takes off his boots and has these crazy yellow socks with this swirly red pattern on them, just right there on his feet.
"Wow," I said, "Those are the scariest socks I've ever seen."
"These are nothin'. I've got worse at home."
I grinned and sat down on a log, just as Dad walked back. He had an armful of kindling, which he dropped by the small fire we'd already had going. Seating himself on the ground next to Orli, he glanced down at the socks.
"Now those are more frightening than any Orc I've ever seen."
Orli wrinkled his nose and smacked Dad lightly on the back of the head, "Quiet, smelly human. You wouldn't know elegant footwear if it bit you on your filthy Man arse."
I giggled, and Dad stuck his tongue out at me.
"Filthy Man arse, huh?" He grinned at Orli, who'd stood up and was brushing himself clean of dirt and leaves, "Yeah, unlike your preening Elf self, hm?"
Orli glanced down at him, "What?"
I pointed to him, "You missed a spot."
He grumbled, glaring at both of us, then in his haughtiest Elf voice, said "Uncultured buffoons, the both of you," and then turned around...
...and let out the girliest shriek any of us had ever heard, aside from Billy.
I almost fell off my log.
I watched as Orli stumbled backwards, practically falling into Dad's lap, clutching to him and whimpering.
"Orlando! What the hell..?" Dad grabbed Orli by the front of his tunic and brought them face to face.
I stood up and ran over to where Orli had been standing, looking around, "There's nothing here, Dad. What'd you see, Orli?"
I looked down at Orli and my Dad, watching Orli shake.
"B... b... bu..." Orli stammered, leaning up and peering over Viggo's shoulder into the darkness, just past where I was standing.
"Bu... what?" Dad asked, and I couldn't help but smile at the concern on his face.
Just then, a large jackrabbit bounded past me, through our campsite, and disappeared into the darkness on the other side.
Orli bellowed and grabbed the front of Dad's Aragorn coat, burying his face in it. Dad blinked down at Orli, and I had to clamp both hands over my mouth to keep from laughing. He wrapped his arms around Orli and petted his hair, "Shhh, little Elf - The big, bad bunny won't hurt you any more."
Dad winked at me, and I couldn't help it. I exploded into laughter.
Orli shoved away from Viggo, pouting, "Oh, belt up, the both of you. I have deep-rooted trauma, okay? I almost got mauled by a rabbit when I was just little. It's really messed up to take the piss on me because I have issues."
He grumbled and crossed his arms, and it was so hard not to make fun some more, because he totally looked like a prissy elf. It was hilarious.
"Dad... Dad, I think I'm gonna go to bed," I said between giggles, "If I don't, Orli'll kill me for what I might end up saying to him."
Orli stuck his tongue out at me, "Yeah, you go on, then, before I use you for target practice, right?"
I just rolled my eyes. Orli was anything but scary. Plus the fact that he was all shaking and, well... screamed like a girl. Not really putting the fear of anything into anyone at the moment.
Besides, I knew if I went to bed, they'd get all cuddly, and how cute was that, huh?
So, I crawled into my tent - I didn't have to share with Dad, as he'd been sleeping outdoors a lot lately - and zipped up the flap. As I was dressing for bed, I heard their voices, faint, out by the fire.
"Bunnies?"
A soft laugh, "What, I couldn't think of anything else. I was never too quick with improv. But it got him into bed, yeah?"
"He's not stupid, Orlando. He's going to figure it out sooner or later."
I smiled, hearing the noises of them settling down against that log; the rustle of dry leaves and leather against fabric. The two figures, silhouetted by the fire, soon gelled into one as they snuggled up next to each other.
I rolled my eyes. "If you're gonna kiss, just keep it down, okay?" I called out, grinning as they suddenly sprang apart.
I snuggled down into my sleeping bag and closed my eyes, half-listening to them as I drifted off.
"I refuse to kiss you until you take those socks off, Orlando."
"What? These are great socks!"
"It looks like you waded through a massacre at a mustard factory."
"Yeah, well... you're one to talk."
"Meaning?"
Silence.
"Meaning... Just... Shut up and come over here."
I snickered a bit, before sleep came over me. It really was too cute.
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The prissy elf screaming like a girl! That is the best description!
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Thank you! *Grins* Glad you liked it.
The prissy elf screaming like a girl! That is the best description!
It really is a great mental image. Legolas screaming like a girl, then jumping into Aragorn's lap and hiding. Hehehehe.
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Put a smile on my face.
Thank you
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*falls over laughing*
Too cute
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Yeah I couldn't beleive no one else had said it yet lol.
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*adds to memories*