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The Chronicles of New Zealand - Prologue
Title: The Chronicles of New Zealand
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fienchen
Pairing: Domlijah
Rating: NC 17 (for series)
Summary: Elijah Wood and Dominic Monaghan meet in New Zealand and fall in love during filming "The Lord of the Rings". As their relationship develops the problems and obstacles increase, but of course nothing stands in the way of true love.
Author's note: This work is pure and utter fiction and the product of my vivid imagination. Special thanks to my lovely betaspikessweetgirl.
Prologue
France, July 1999
Sometimes you feel like just dropping everything. When the world seems to close in around you, swallowing all the perspectives you had in mind and kicking you mercilessly in the arse. As Dominic closed the door of his small trailer behind him and shrugged his jacket off his shoulders, he knew it was one of those days again. He flopped down in the hard chair at the narrow table and ran a hand through his short hair. Another day on the set in the cozy city of St. Valery-sur-Somme had come to an end. Thank bloody God. About an hour ago he had been lying somewhere in the grass, shooting an embarrassing almost-love scene with his actress colleague. If he hadn’t been careful, his bare bottom would have been flashed at the camera. Truly come a long way, Monaghan, he thought to himself with a sigh. But what was he thinking again? Patience certainly wasn’t one of his virtues. He should be thankful he had work after all. Who was he? No one. Just another unknown actor from gracious Britain struggling his way into the hard movie industry. He was young, decent-looking, talented and had a job that had brought him to beautiful France. A meaningless comfort indeed. For that certain epic project he had wanted to do more than anything had slipped through his fingers…
Dominic stopped flipping through some music magazine as the Beatles tune on his cell phone ripped him out of his thoughts. He dropped the paper and fumbled his phone out of his jacket pocket, lightly smiling to himself. Probably his mom again, asking how he was doing off-country. But his agent’s name blinked on the display instead. Clearing his throat, Dominic pushed the green button.
“No more roles with embarrassing smut scenes,” he grinned into the phone and was greeted by his agent’s amused chuckle.
“Good evening, Dominic. Everything okay overseas?”
“Yeah, can’t complain,” Dominic lied, opening the small fridge and grabbing a cool bottle of German beer. “Television shows are weird. I always seem to flash my bare arse. First Hetty, now Monsignor Renard…”
“Hm-hmm…,” the secretive voice on the other end of the line said. “Now, I don’t think you have to worry about that anytime soon in the near future.”
The label on the beer bottle slowly came off under Dominic’s long peeling fingers.
“Oh yeah?” he replied without much enthusiasm. “Why’s that?”
“Listen, I don’t want to excite you, but they’re quite interested in you for Lord of the Rings…”
Dominic’s finger stopped their assault on the label as his other hand clutched the phone tightly. He stared ahead at the trailer wall as his mind went numb and his heartbeat quickened in his chest.
“What…,” he swallowed. “What do you mean…I mean…how…what!? It’s impossible, I auditioned for Frodo…”
The audition back in England, it now seemed like a lifetime ago. But it had only been six months. Six months of hoping and praying and almost letting go. This incredibly huge project. The Lord of the Rings. Three movies, New Zealand, Peter Jackson. But only 10 days earlier Dominic’s dream was shattered as he heard the announcement.
“Yeah, you heard. The role went to Elijah Wood. Who would have thought,” his agent said, but his voice was not as compassionate as Dominic wanted it to be. The biggest chance in his life, it was gone. They had chosen a former child star over a nobody from England. And, as hard as it was, Dominic had to admit to himself that he would have very likely done the same.
“But Dominic, listen,” his agent continued and he himself could barely hide the delight in his voice now. “They are very interested in you for Merry Brandybuck.”
The beer bottle label was now completely peeled off and the little pieces lay scattered on the table as Dominic jumped up from his chair, nearly hitting his head on the low trailer roof. His shaking hand could barely keep the phone at his ear.
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!” He shrieked as everything swirled around in his head. He placed his shaking hand on his forehead, struggling to get some sort of grip. “Are you bloody kidding me!? I’m gonna be in the Lord of the Rings?” he gasped, the rational tone of his agent’s voice slowly entering his excited mind. No time, immediately leaving, packing…words at the other end of the line that Dominic couldn’t quite grasp yet.
“What, I mean, I’m still working here, how…”
“Everything’s settled, don’t worry about it. You gotta fly to New Zealand immediately. Peter Jackson wants to see you. Pack only what you have to pack. They didn’t make the official decision yet, but the thing is as good as settled.” And then after a brief pause: “This is huge, mate. Really really huge.”
Dominic slowly sank back down on the chair, his hand moving from his forehead to his chest where his heart was beating wildly.
“I can’t believe it…,” he mumbled all over again and before he knew it he was on the phone with the airport, booking two flights. One home to Manchester, England, and another one to Wellington, New Zealand.
~**~
On the other side of the earth, a young American peeled himself out of his bed. It was early in the morning and the sun was shining through the apartment window as he drew the curtains back. It was a chilly summer morning in Wellington, and Elijah shivered lightly as he looked out the window. Not just from the cool breeze that streamed into his bedroom. No, he was convinced now that he had made the worst decision of his life.
Author:
fienchen Pairing: Domlijah
Rating: NC 17 (for series)
Summary: Elijah Wood and Dominic Monaghan meet in New Zealand and fall in love during filming "The Lord of the Rings". As their relationship develops the problems and obstacles increase, but of course nothing stands in the way of true love.
Author's note: This work is pure and utter fiction and the product of my vivid imagination. Special thanks to my lovely beta
spikessweetgirl. France, July 1999
Sometimes you feel like just dropping everything. When the world seems to close in around you, swallowing all the perspectives you had in mind and kicking you mercilessly in the arse. As Dominic closed the door of his small trailer behind him and shrugged his jacket off his shoulders, he knew it was one of those days again. He flopped down in the hard chair at the narrow table and ran a hand through his short hair. Another day on the set in the cozy city of St. Valery-sur-Somme had come to an end. Thank bloody God. About an hour ago he had been lying somewhere in the grass, shooting an embarrassing almost-love scene with his actress colleague. If he hadn’t been careful, his bare bottom would have been flashed at the camera. Truly come a long way, Monaghan, he thought to himself with a sigh. But what was he thinking again? Patience certainly wasn’t one of his virtues. He should be thankful he had work after all. Who was he? No one. Just another unknown actor from gracious Britain struggling his way into the hard movie industry. He was young, decent-looking, talented and had a job that had brought him to beautiful France. A meaningless comfort indeed. For that certain epic project he had wanted to do more than anything had slipped through his fingers…
Dominic stopped flipping through some music magazine as the Beatles tune on his cell phone ripped him out of his thoughts. He dropped the paper and fumbled his phone out of his jacket pocket, lightly smiling to himself. Probably his mom again, asking how he was doing off-country. But his agent’s name blinked on the display instead. Clearing his throat, Dominic pushed the green button.
“No more roles with embarrassing smut scenes,” he grinned into the phone and was greeted by his agent’s amused chuckle.
“Good evening, Dominic. Everything okay overseas?”
“Yeah, can’t complain,” Dominic lied, opening the small fridge and grabbing a cool bottle of German beer. “Television shows are weird. I always seem to flash my bare arse. First Hetty, now Monsignor Renard…”
“Hm-hmm…,” the secretive voice on the other end of the line said. “Now, I don’t think you have to worry about that anytime soon in the near future.”
The label on the beer bottle slowly came off under Dominic’s long peeling fingers.
“Oh yeah?” he replied without much enthusiasm. “Why’s that?”
“Listen, I don’t want to excite you, but they’re quite interested in you for Lord of the Rings…”
Dominic’s finger stopped their assault on the label as his other hand clutched the phone tightly. He stared ahead at the trailer wall as his mind went numb and his heartbeat quickened in his chest.
“What…,” he swallowed. “What do you mean…I mean…how…what!? It’s impossible, I auditioned for Frodo…”
The audition back in England, it now seemed like a lifetime ago. But it had only been six months. Six months of hoping and praying and almost letting go. This incredibly huge project. The Lord of the Rings. Three movies, New Zealand, Peter Jackson. But only 10 days earlier Dominic’s dream was shattered as he heard the announcement.
“Yeah, you heard. The role went to Elijah Wood. Who would have thought,” his agent said, but his voice was not as compassionate as Dominic wanted it to be. The biggest chance in his life, it was gone. They had chosen a former child star over a nobody from England. And, as hard as it was, Dominic had to admit to himself that he would have very likely done the same.
“But Dominic, listen,” his agent continued and he himself could barely hide the delight in his voice now. “They are very interested in you for Merry Brandybuck.”
The beer bottle label was now completely peeled off and the little pieces lay scattered on the table as Dominic jumped up from his chair, nearly hitting his head on the low trailer roof. His shaking hand could barely keep the phone at his ear.
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!” He shrieked as everything swirled around in his head. He placed his shaking hand on his forehead, struggling to get some sort of grip. “Are you bloody kidding me!? I’m gonna be in the Lord of the Rings?” he gasped, the rational tone of his agent’s voice slowly entering his excited mind. No time, immediately leaving, packing…words at the other end of the line that Dominic couldn’t quite grasp yet.
“What, I mean, I’m still working here, how…”
“Everything’s settled, don’t worry about it. You gotta fly to New Zealand immediately. Peter Jackson wants to see you. Pack only what you have to pack. They didn’t make the official decision yet, but the thing is as good as settled.” And then after a brief pause: “This is huge, mate. Really really huge.”
Dominic slowly sank back down on the chair, his hand moving from his forehead to his chest where his heart was beating wildly.
“I can’t believe it…,” he mumbled all over again and before he knew it he was on the phone with the airport, booking two flights. One home to Manchester, England, and another one to Wellington, New Zealand.
On the other side of the earth, a young American peeled himself out of his bed. It was early in the morning and the sun was shining through the apartment window as he drew the curtains back. It was a chilly summer morning in Wellington, and Elijah shivered lightly as he looked out the window. Not just from the cool breeze that streamed into his bedroom. No, he was convinced now that he had made the worst decision of his life.
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