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Try a Little Tenderness 1/2 VigLijah Slash
author: zebraljb
rating: probably up to a hard R
warning: also some implied Orlijah
disclaimer: I know nothing of Elijah or Viggo or Orlando. I am making this all up.
Orlando placed a smacking kiss on Elijah’s cheek, ruffling his hair. “Man, ‘Lij, you crack me up, mate. You are too bloody much.” Orlando was still chuckling as he finished off his beer and went in search of another one.
Elijah laughed along, looking down into his own beer. “A laugh a minute, that’s me.” He emptied his glass, then looked up, meeting Viggo’s gaze. He blushed and put his glass down. “Well, I’m off to the bar for one last round. It’s on me. Who needs more?”
Billy and Dom immediately said yes, as did Sean Astin. Sean Bean nodded his thanks, while Viggo shook his head. Elijah ambled off to the bar, and Viggo watched him go, noticing the sad slump of the slender shoulders, though the shoulders squared and the head went up a bit higher as Elijah approached the bar, where Orlando stood waiting for his own refill.
“Our Elf has a lot to learn,” Bean said, leaning a little closer to Viggo so that only Viggo would hear him. “He’s like a puppy.”
“That he is.” Viggo toyed with his coaster.
“You know how dogs are before you get them trained right. All yips and bites.”
“All bark, no brain?” Viggo said, then stopped, shocked at how bitchy he sounded.
“Exactly.” Bean put a hand on Viggo’s forearm. Viggo met his friend’s eyes. “They don’t know shite, Vig. Not half as much as an old dog does.”
“Bean, you’re talking in circles. Thought that was MY job,” Viggo said, chuckling.
Bean turned in the booth so he was facing Viggo, putting his back to the other Hobbits. “Listen, mate, I’ve noticed, okay? But only because I’m a good friend of yours, and around you more than anyone else. It’s not obvious, I swear.”
“WHAT isn’t obvious, Beanie?”
“What you feel for the Hobbit.”
“What Hobbit?” Viggo asked in exasperation, though truthfully, his heart was racing a mile a minute. He looked at the bar, where Orlando currently had an arm slung around Elijah’s shoulders, his narrow hips bumping against Elijah’s in a joking manner. Elijah looked up at Orlando blissfully, and Orlando was totally oblivious.
“THE Hobbit, Vig.”
“You’re insane, Sean. Too many late nights on set. Why would I even…I’m not interested…he’s about twenty-three years younger than I am!” Viggo stammered.
Bean grinned. “Not that you counted or anything.” They both watched as Orlando helped Elijah bring the drinks back to the table. “Remember. Orlando is a puppy. Playful and harmless. Elijah is also a pup. Young and with a very short attention span. Old dog, teaching young dog new tricks…that would be YOU.”
“You’re cut off,” Viggo said, putting a hand over Sean’s glass. Sean just laughed and said nothing more.
Later that night, Viggo walked back to his house, ignoring all offers of a ride home. He needed time to think, and the crisp New Zealand night was just right for it. Sean, of course, was right. He had what someone younger might call a crush on Elijah. It was totally insane, totally wrong, but totally true. Elijah was just something so damn special. His talent was phenomenal, especially for someone of his young age. He was smarter than he let on, Viggo had noticed that immediately. He had an eye for things, and could pick up on any accent, any physical trait, and mimic it immediately. He was naïve, even under his Hollywood kid expertise. Everything in him made him adorable to Viggo, which was just pure hell on set. Viggo had yet to become obviously aroused in Elijah’s presence, but there were times that Viggo had been thankful for the armor and costumes he wore, especially when Elijah came back to the trailers, looking weary and tired and every inch the stressed out young boy that he often was.
But then Elijah would catch sight of Orlando, whether in Legolas garb or not, and his face would just light up. Viggo knew he couldn’t compete with Orlando. Orlando was truly a sweetheart, and meant no harm in the slightest, yet he had no clue what he did to Elijah. Orlando was all affection and hugs and pressing up into one’s personal space. Viggo also knew that Orlando had no problem having sex with men OR women, and was all about a casual one-night stand, as long as it was all in fun. Orlando had not approached Viggo, for which Viggo was grateful; sometimes Viggo felt as if he were the only person on the planet that saw Orlando as friends-only material.
As Viggo let himself into his house, he made a mental vow to just keep doing what he was doing, regardless of what Sean said. He valued Elijah’s friendship, and knew Elijah looked up to him as an actor. He would just be thankful for any interaction they might have, and hopefully this childish crush would move along quickly.
“No, quiet, Orli…” Viggo heard Elijah whisper, then heard a snickering laugh that was muffled by a sudden moan and a sigh.
“Mmm…yeah, fuck, there, Elijah. Just let your…fuck…”
Viggo had walked off by himself during a technical drama. The woods were silent, except for an occasional shout of annoyance from the set behind him. He had wanted a few moments to think, to get a bit deeper into Aragorn, and had heard the voices before he came around a tree and saw the owners of the voices. Orlando had Elijah pressed up against a tree, and both of their leggings were down at their feet. Viggo turned away, retreating as quietly as humanly possible.
“Hey, Vig, you see Orlando anywhere?” Billy said, bouncing over with Dom.
The snarky, jealous part of Viggo wanted to direct them to exactly the right tree. He wanted them to find Orlando, see what was going on, embarrass the living hell out of him. But that would mean embarrassing Elijah as well. “I think he was headed that way,” Viggo said, giving a vague point in the wrong direction. Billy and Dominic scurried off, taking the broken pieces of Viggo’s heart with them.
It wasn’t too much later that Orlando came striding up the path, every part of Legolas perfectly back in place. “Hey, Vig,” he said, arrogance and satisfaction oozing from every pore. “How are you?”
“Just fine,” Viggo said wearily. He turned to wait for Elijah, who came up the same path a moment later, a lot less bounce to his step. He looked worried, biting his bottom lip as he watched Orlando walk away. Orlando didn’t look back. “You okay?” Viggo called out quietly to Elijah.
Elijah froze. He hadn’t even noticed Viggo standing there. “Just fine,” Elijah said. “Long day.”
“That’s true,” Viggo said, nodding. “Hey, Elijah, I keep wanting to tell you. I think you are doing a fantastic job with Frodo. He’s really carrying this movie, and I just am more and more impressed with you every day.”
“Really?” Elijah’s pale skin took on a rosy hue, his blue eyes perking up a bit.
“Yes, really. I get a lot of time to just stand around and watch, in these scenes where we’re all together. Just wanted you to know, I really think you’ve got him nailed.”
“Thanks, Viggo. It worries me,” Elijah said, and they continued to talk about characters and motivation until they were called back on set.
rating: probably up to a hard R
warning: also some implied Orlijah
disclaimer: I know nothing of Elijah or Viggo or Orlando. I am making this all up.
Orlando placed a smacking kiss on Elijah’s cheek, ruffling his hair. “Man, ‘Lij, you crack me up, mate. You are too bloody much.” Orlando was still chuckling as he finished off his beer and went in search of another one.
Elijah laughed along, looking down into his own beer. “A laugh a minute, that’s me.” He emptied his glass, then looked up, meeting Viggo’s gaze. He blushed and put his glass down. “Well, I’m off to the bar for one last round. It’s on me. Who needs more?”
Billy and Dom immediately said yes, as did Sean Astin. Sean Bean nodded his thanks, while Viggo shook his head. Elijah ambled off to the bar, and Viggo watched him go, noticing the sad slump of the slender shoulders, though the shoulders squared and the head went up a bit higher as Elijah approached the bar, where Orlando stood waiting for his own refill.
“Our Elf has a lot to learn,” Bean said, leaning a little closer to Viggo so that only Viggo would hear him. “He’s like a puppy.”
“That he is.” Viggo toyed with his coaster.
“You know how dogs are before you get them trained right. All yips and bites.”
“All bark, no brain?” Viggo said, then stopped, shocked at how bitchy he sounded.
“Exactly.” Bean put a hand on Viggo’s forearm. Viggo met his friend’s eyes. “They don’t know shite, Vig. Not half as much as an old dog does.”
“Bean, you’re talking in circles. Thought that was MY job,” Viggo said, chuckling.
Bean turned in the booth so he was facing Viggo, putting his back to the other Hobbits. “Listen, mate, I’ve noticed, okay? But only because I’m a good friend of yours, and around you more than anyone else. It’s not obvious, I swear.”
“WHAT isn’t obvious, Beanie?”
“What you feel for the Hobbit.”
“What Hobbit?” Viggo asked in exasperation, though truthfully, his heart was racing a mile a minute. He looked at the bar, where Orlando currently had an arm slung around Elijah’s shoulders, his narrow hips bumping against Elijah’s in a joking manner. Elijah looked up at Orlando blissfully, and Orlando was totally oblivious.
“THE Hobbit, Vig.”
“You’re insane, Sean. Too many late nights on set. Why would I even…I’m not interested…he’s about twenty-three years younger than I am!” Viggo stammered.
Bean grinned. “Not that you counted or anything.” They both watched as Orlando helped Elijah bring the drinks back to the table. “Remember. Orlando is a puppy. Playful and harmless. Elijah is also a pup. Young and with a very short attention span. Old dog, teaching young dog new tricks…that would be YOU.”
“You’re cut off,” Viggo said, putting a hand over Sean’s glass. Sean just laughed and said nothing more.
Later that night, Viggo walked back to his house, ignoring all offers of a ride home. He needed time to think, and the crisp New Zealand night was just right for it. Sean, of course, was right. He had what someone younger might call a crush on Elijah. It was totally insane, totally wrong, but totally true. Elijah was just something so damn special. His talent was phenomenal, especially for someone of his young age. He was smarter than he let on, Viggo had noticed that immediately. He had an eye for things, and could pick up on any accent, any physical trait, and mimic it immediately. He was naïve, even under his Hollywood kid expertise. Everything in him made him adorable to Viggo, which was just pure hell on set. Viggo had yet to become obviously aroused in Elijah’s presence, but there were times that Viggo had been thankful for the armor and costumes he wore, especially when Elijah came back to the trailers, looking weary and tired and every inch the stressed out young boy that he often was.
But then Elijah would catch sight of Orlando, whether in Legolas garb or not, and his face would just light up. Viggo knew he couldn’t compete with Orlando. Orlando was truly a sweetheart, and meant no harm in the slightest, yet he had no clue what he did to Elijah. Orlando was all affection and hugs and pressing up into one’s personal space. Viggo also knew that Orlando had no problem having sex with men OR women, and was all about a casual one-night stand, as long as it was all in fun. Orlando had not approached Viggo, for which Viggo was grateful; sometimes Viggo felt as if he were the only person on the planet that saw Orlando as friends-only material.
As Viggo let himself into his house, he made a mental vow to just keep doing what he was doing, regardless of what Sean said. He valued Elijah’s friendship, and knew Elijah looked up to him as an actor. He would just be thankful for any interaction they might have, and hopefully this childish crush would move along quickly.
“No, quiet, Orli…” Viggo heard Elijah whisper, then heard a snickering laugh that was muffled by a sudden moan and a sigh.
“Mmm…yeah, fuck, there, Elijah. Just let your…fuck…”
Viggo had walked off by himself during a technical drama. The woods were silent, except for an occasional shout of annoyance from the set behind him. He had wanted a few moments to think, to get a bit deeper into Aragorn, and had heard the voices before he came around a tree and saw the owners of the voices. Orlando had Elijah pressed up against a tree, and both of their leggings were down at their feet. Viggo turned away, retreating as quietly as humanly possible.
“Hey, Vig, you see Orlando anywhere?” Billy said, bouncing over with Dom.
The snarky, jealous part of Viggo wanted to direct them to exactly the right tree. He wanted them to find Orlando, see what was going on, embarrass the living hell out of him. But that would mean embarrassing Elijah as well. “I think he was headed that way,” Viggo said, giving a vague point in the wrong direction. Billy and Dominic scurried off, taking the broken pieces of Viggo’s heart with them.
It wasn’t too much later that Orlando came striding up the path, every part of Legolas perfectly back in place. “Hey, Vig,” he said, arrogance and satisfaction oozing from every pore. “How are you?”
“Just fine,” Viggo said wearily. He turned to wait for Elijah, who came up the same path a moment later, a lot less bounce to his step. He looked worried, biting his bottom lip as he watched Orlando walk away. Orlando didn’t look back. “You okay?” Viggo called out quietly to Elijah.
Elijah froze. He hadn’t even noticed Viggo standing there. “Just fine,” Elijah said. “Long day.”
“That’s true,” Viggo said, nodding. “Hey, Elijah, I keep wanting to tell you. I think you are doing a fantastic job with Frodo. He’s really carrying this movie, and I just am more and more impressed with you every day.”
“Really?” Elijah’s pale skin took on a rosy hue, his blue eyes perking up a bit.
“Yes, really. I get a lot of time to just stand around and watch, in these scenes where we’re all together. Just wanted you to know, I really think you’ve got him nailed.”
“Thanks, Viggo. It worries me,” Elijah said, and they continued to talk about characters and motivation until they were called back on set.
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