Plea.

[metaphoracle.livejournal.com]

Bit of a pathetic plea from someone who has read far, far too much RPS.

So much, I cannot remember where I read a lovely understated Viggo/Orlando piece where Orlando is cross-dressing. Something about. . . initiating Viggo, and Orlando being very much preoccupied with his hands comes to mind.

Anyone who can direct me to this has my eternal gratitude.

(no subject)

[truntles.livejournal.com]

Title: Lunch
Author: truntelinda (truntelinda@hotmail.com)
Author web page: http://www.livejournal.com/~trunte
Pairing: Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom
Warning: angst
Rating: g
Disclaimers: this is fiction, don´t know them, didn´t happen
Feedback: yes please, be brutal
Summary: Orlando is in love and so is Viggo
Notes: Just a little something I couldn´t help but write tonight. Inspired by Viggo´s poem "Lunch" that can be found - here


( And Viggo had intentionally taken wrong turns to be able to feel Orli´s pulse beat against his own wrist for just a moment longer.</ )

FIC: Afterlife (SB/VM, PG, 1/1)

[karelian]

Author: karelian
Rating: PG
Pairing: SB/VM
Disclaimer: I have no idea what Sean Bean was thinking while filming Boromir's death scene. This is fiction.
Notes: As soon as I saw this week's required contrelamontre quote, I knew I had to write this. It's for freelove for this gossipy quote in rugbytackle and for tryllian for the discussion of death scenes in "Almost Like Lovers". Also for cinzia for the death scene in "Waiting". Thanks lady_iseult for beta within the time limit.
Feedback: Sure.
More schmoop: http://karelian.diversesouls.com.

( Afterlife )

FIC: Genesis

[kamilaa.livejournal.com]

Title: Genesis
Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Viggo Mortensen
Rating: NC-17
Archive: Want. Take. Have.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Email: kamil@cox.net

Disclaimer: These guys don't belong to anyone but themselves - and occasionally to each other. I feel obligated to make sure you know that this view of events in New Zealand came solely and entirely from the depths of my twisted mind, and that I do not now, nor have I ever known these two men - or any of the other members of the Fellowship, its cast, or its crew. I have no inside information. I made this up, all of it.

You get that, right?

Right?

Good.

Although none of this is her fault in any way, I still need to thank chelle for many, many things, not the least of which is patiently listening to me go on and on and on about my new fandom, and not once hanging up on me.

I also feel like I should apologize for the 'everyone is gay' and the 'all-one-true-pairings-all-the-time!' riffs, so there, now I've done that too.

If you're looking for the angst, and the pain, and the trauma, this really isn't going to be the story for you. Herein you'll find a horny Elf, a happy Ranger, and much smut. If that's not what you want, just keep right on scrolling. :)

I'm going to link to this instead of posting it here. It's long enough that I'm not sure how well it would load, especially if LJ has another dizzy spell. That said, it's not really all that long; in fact, by the standards of my old fandom, it's positively short -- but these are the differences that make new fandoms fun.

And occasionally funny. :)

Clicking here will get you to the story.

But it was more than just pretty now, it was unsure.

[bellsforme.livejournal.com]

Title: Everything
Author: Arden Oliver
Pairing: EW/DM
Rating: R - for mentions of adult situations
Summary: Dominic watches Elijah, remembers, and yearns.
AN: Written for the contrelamontre challenge in which the opening sentence must be: "Even watching him felt like being a voyeur." Crossposted to my journal. 32 minutes

( ...and an unsure Elijah was a stunning, vulnerable thing indeed.  )

"Intermezzo", Drabble, no pairings really

[poornapoleon.livejournal.com]

Miranda sits on the small boardwalk, feet touching the water. The sun beats down. Sunhat and glasses give some protection.

Liv and the hobbits chase each other around, laughing. They are playing tag, a version that requires much slapping on bottoms.

Viggo and Sean recline in deckchairs, drinking beers. A cooler between them keeps them supplied.

Miranda closes her eyes and leans back, to absorb as much of this moment as she possibly can. Deep in her heart, she knows she has never been, and never will be, this happy.

Then Dom and Billy sneak up and push her in.