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Christmas gift drabbles
As well as my Christmas fic,I have written a set of drabbles, one for each friend who requested one. Now that Christmas is over and the offer is closed, I thought I would post them all together.
The majority are LOTR RPS (although a few are not - beat me if I am too naughtly, posting them here too) and the pairings are marked at the start of each so you can pick and choose what you want to read. The word specified for inclusion in each case is marked in bold (and yes, I did notice a few of you picking really awkward words!!)
Enjoy (yes, all are exactly 100 words):
For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lennongirl
Orlando/Viggo
“Filthy human!”
“Prissy elf!”
Leaning forward quickly Orlando grabbed Viggo’s wrists and with a burst of strength pinned them to his lover’s side. “Old man,” he whispered, his breath grazing Viggo’s stomach and making the muscles ripple with longing as Viggo tried to arch up. Orlando’s knees and arms prevented his movement.
“Oh, Orlando! I give up. You win. Whatever you want me to say…”
Orlando just grinned and exhaled again, watching Viggo’s hips jerk.
“Cocktease!”
Orlando raised one eyebrow. “No. That I deny,” he grinned. “I’d only be a cocktease if I wasn’t going to act on my promises!”
Forplaidwater
“random Spartan-boy slash” Agesilaos/Lysander
Tiny history lesson: An 'erestor' was the older homosexual lover of a Spartan boy - as necessary and insitutionalised as marrying would later be. The younger partner was the 'paidika'. The 'agora' is the open part of the town. The 'agoge' trained every male in Sparta from the age of seven, except the heir to the throne. Strictly this fic is historically incorrect because Agesilaos was the younger son, trained by the agoge and only became heir after his brother died. However, Lysander really was the name of his erestor.
Young Agesilaos stood in the agora watching the boys of the agoge in their training. He longed to join them, to be one of them, but given his position he could not. He must think of his honour, of the honour of his line, the line of kings. He must be a credit to them, and could not put himself in a position where he might be compromised. Sometimes he hated being the heir.
Across the open space he saw his erestor, Lysander, his hard muscular body glowing in the son. Maybe it wasn’t so bad to be the heir.
Forladyjackyl
Elijah/Andy
Elijah was in awe of Andy. Everyone said Elijah was fabulous, that he showed the degeneration of a hobbit in thrall to the ring, but to Elijah it was Andy who achieved the perfect breakdown.
He watched them apply the make-up, creasing and distorting Andy’s face, turning him into some grotesque monstrosity and he wondered why they wouldn’t put that make-up on him.
His heart stopped when Andy turned to him with Gollum’s voice and a nuclear reaction happened in his stomach. He smiled and tried to hide the fact that Andy’s Gollum voice went straight to his yearning cock.
Fordystopic
Elijah/Dom
“But why are you with her? She’s a complete bitch!”
Elijah’s eyes sparkled with fury. “That’s my girlfriend you’re talking about, Dom.”
“I know. That’s what I’m trying to understand. Why is she your girlfriend? She doesn’t like your job, she doesn’t like your friends. She treats you as if you belonged to her and have to do everything she says. She has no right to demand these things from you. She has no right to you at all. Why are you with her, Elijah? She’s a bitch!”
“Because it doesn’t matter who I’m with if I can’t have you.”
Forstewardess_lotr
Eomer/Legolas (also Faramir/Eowyn)
It was the calm after the storm. Eomer watched his sister from the battlements.
“She seems to be getting over Aragorn,” Legolas spoke softly at his shoulder. Eomer started, he hadn’t heard the elf approach.
They watched Eowyn’s gentle interactions with Faramir, examining a horse, the woman as keen to show of her knowledge as the man. “Yes, she seems to have found a new focus. When she looks at him there is something in her eyes I’ve never seen before. She’s smitten.”
He turned to smile at Legolas and stopped short, realising the look in Eowyn’s eyes wasn’t unique.
Forpoisondreams
Orlando/Karl
“It’s a different world,” Orlando looked up through half-lidded eyes at Karl.
“What? My room? My bed?”
Orlando grinned. “Well yeah. But I meant New Zealand. This is like nothing I’ve ever done before.”
Karl lay down beside him, the fingers of his right hand trailing up Orlando’s chest.
“It’s a big adventure. For all of us. So intense you forget about everything else, huh? It’s like living in a bubble.”
“Yeah a bubble of blood and sweat and tears.”
“And sex.”
“Yeah. A cum-bubble.”
“You’re weird sometimes.”
“But you love me anyway.”
“Of course I do. In our bubble.”
Forolivia_ramirez
Frodo/Sam
They huddled together on the protruding rock, arms around each other as they waited for the inevitable end. The sky was black with smoke and soot coated their skin, their lips blistered and dry, their hair lank and filthy. Around them the lava flowed viscous as warm ice-cream, it’s harsh sulphurous odour filling their nostrils. Frodo shut his eyes and rested his head against Sam’s shoulder, tears of exhaustion leaving trails through the grime on his cheeks. There was relief it was over, but he could see no return journey. But if he died in Sam’s arms, he’d be happy.
Forfinduilas_clln
Eomer/Legolas
“Why do you linger now that the Aragorn is crowned? Do you not need to return at once to Edoras?” Eomer looked up as Legolas approached him. “Do your people not look for your return? Are you not king now that Theoden has passed to his fathers?”
“Yes,” Eomer replied, pulling the elf too him gently. “Yes, I must return to my people. And yet there is something here that holds me, that makes me want to stay.”
“Do not tarry on my account,” Legolas breathed as his lips brushed Eomer’s. “I would have you be strong for your people.”
Fornanakomatsu
Orlando/Dom
“You do realise that you’re people are going to kill you. You’re a complete PR nightmare, Orli-boy.” Dom grinned. “I wish I could have seen their faces tonight when you kissed Viggo. They’re going to pull you from the rest of the premieres if you don’t behave. Can’t have rumours of homosexuality ruining your glorious career now can we, little rentboy?”
“Well,” Orlando laughed. “If they’re going to pull me, I might as well give them something to really get upset about.” He leant back in Dom’s arms and planted a kiss firmly on his friend’s open and surprised mouth.
Forsbjudy
The majority are LOTR RPS (although a few are not - beat me if I am too naughtly, posting them here too) and the pairings are marked at the start of each so you can pick and choose what you want to read. The word specified for inclusion in each case is marked in bold (and yes, I did notice a few of you picking really awkward words!!)
Enjoy (yes, all are exactly 100 words):
For
lennongirlOrlando/Viggo
“Filthy human!”
“Prissy elf!”
Leaning forward quickly Orlando grabbed Viggo’s wrists and with a burst of strength pinned them to his lover’s side. “Old man,” he whispered, his breath grazing Viggo’s stomach and making the muscles ripple with longing as Viggo tried to arch up. Orlando’s knees and arms prevented his movement.
“Oh, Orlando! I give up. You win. Whatever you want me to say…”
Orlando just grinned and exhaled again, watching Viggo’s hips jerk.
“Cocktease!”
Orlando raised one eyebrow. “No. That I deny,” he grinned. “I’d only be a cocktease if I wasn’t going to act on my promises!”
For
plaidwater“random Spartan-boy slash” Agesilaos/Lysander
Tiny history lesson: An 'erestor' was the older homosexual lover of a Spartan boy - as necessary and insitutionalised as marrying would later be. The younger partner was the 'paidika'. The 'agora' is the open part of the town. The 'agoge' trained every male in Sparta from the age of seven, except the heir to the throne. Strictly this fic is historically incorrect because Agesilaos was the younger son, trained by the agoge and only became heir after his brother died. However, Lysander really was the name of his erestor.
Young Agesilaos stood in the agora watching the boys of the agoge in their training. He longed to join them, to be one of them, but given his position he could not. He must think of his honour, of the honour of his line, the line of kings. He must be a credit to them, and could not put himself in a position where he might be compromised. Sometimes he hated being the heir.
Across the open space he saw his erestor, Lysander, his hard muscular body glowing in the son. Maybe it wasn’t so bad to be the heir.
For
ladyjackylElijah/Andy
Elijah was in awe of Andy. Everyone said Elijah was fabulous, that he showed the degeneration of a hobbit in thrall to the ring, but to Elijah it was Andy who achieved the perfect breakdown.
He watched them apply the make-up, creasing and distorting Andy’s face, turning him into some grotesque monstrosity and he wondered why they wouldn’t put that make-up on him.
His heart stopped when Andy turned to him with Gollum’s voice and a nuclear reaction happened in his stomach. He smiled and tried to hide the fact that Andy’s Gollum voice went straight to his yearning cock.
For
dystopicElijah/Dom
“But why are you with her? She’s a complete bitch!”
Elijah’s eyes sparkled with fury. “That’s my girlfriend you’re talking about, Dom.”
“I know. That’s what I’m trying to understand. Why is she your girlfriend? She doesn’t like your job, she doesn’t like your friends. She treats you as if you belonged to her and have to do everything she says. She has no right to demand these things from you. She has no right to you at all. Why are you with her, Elijah? She’s a bitch!”
“Because it doesn’t matter who I’m with if I can’t have you.”
For
stewardess_lotrEomer/Legolas (also Faramir/Eowyn)
It was the calm after the storm. Eomer watched his sister from the battlements.
“She seems to be getting over Aragorn,” Legolas spoke softly at his shoulder. Eomer started, he hadn’t heard the elf approach.
They watched Eowyn’s gentle interactions with Faramir, examining a horse, the woman as keen to show of her knowledge as the man. “Yes, she seems to have found a new focus. When she looks at him there is something in her eyes I’ve never seen before. She’s smitten.”
He turned to smile at Legolas and stopped short, realising the look in Eowyn’s eyes wasn’t unique.
For
poisondreamsOrlando/Karl
“It’s a different world,” Orlando looked up through half-lidded eyes at Karl.
“What? My room? My bed?”
Orlando grinned. “Well yeah. But I meant New Zealand. This is like nothing I’ve ever done before.”
Karl lay down beside him, the fingers of his right hand trailing up Orlando’s chest.
“It’s a big adventure. For all of us. So intense you forget about everything else, huh? It’s like living in a bubble.”
“Yeah a bubble of blood and sweat and tears.”
“And sex.”
“Yeah. A cum-bubble.”
“You’re weird sometimes.”
“But you love me anyway.”
“Of course I do. In our bubble.”
For
olivia_ramirezFrodo/Sam
They huddled together on the protruding rock, arms around each other as they waited for the inevitable end. The sky was black with smoke and soot coated their skin, their lips blistered and dry, their hair lank and filthy. Around them the lava flowed viscous as warm ice-cream, it’s harsh sulphurous odour filling their nostrils. Frodo shut his eyes and rested his head against Sam’s shoulder, tears of exhaustion leaving trails through the grime on his cheeks. There was relief it was over, but he could see no return journey. But if he died in Sam’s arms, he’d be happy.
For
finduilas_cllnEomer/Legolas
“Why do you linger now that the Aragorn is crowned? Do you not need to return at once to Edoras?” Eomer looked up as Legolas approached him. “Do your people not look for your return? Are you not king now that Theoden has passed to his fathers?”
“Yes,” Eomer replied, pulling the elf too him gently. “Yes, I must return to my people. And yet there is something here that holds me, that makes me want to stay.”
“Do not tarry on my account,” Legolas breathed as his lips brushed Eomer’s. “I would have you be strong for your people.”
For
nanakomatsuOrlando/Dom
“You do realise that you’re people are going to kill you. You’re a complete PR nightmare, Orli-boy.” Dom grinned. “I wish I could have seen their faces tonight when you kissed Viggo. They’re going to pull you from the rest of the premieres if you don’t behave. Can’t have rumours of homosexuality ruining your glorious career now can we, little rentboy?”
“Well,” Orlando laughed. “If they’re going to pull me, I might as well give them something to really get upset about.” He leant back in Dom’s arms and planted a kiss firmly on his friend’s open and surprised mouth.
For
sbjudy[Error: Irreparable invalid markup ('<sean b/billy>') in entry. Owner must fix manually. Raw contents below.]
As well as <a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/aleathiel/41291.html#cutid1">my Christmas fic</a>,I have written a set of drabbles, one for each friend who requested one. Now that Christmas is over and the offer is closed, I thought I would post them all together.
The majority are LOTR RPS (although a few are not - beat me if I am too naughtly, posting them here too) and the pairings are marked at the start of each so you can pick and choose what you want to read. The word specified for inclusion in each case is marked in bold (and yes, I did notice a few of you picking really awkward words!!)
Enjoy (yes, all are exactly 100 words):
<lj-cut>
For <user site="livejournal.com" user="lennongirl">
<small> Orlando/Viggo </small>
“Filthy human!”
“Prissy elf!”
Leaning forward quickly Orlando grabbed Viggo’s wrists and with a burst of strength pinned them to his lover’s side. “Old man,” he whispered, his breath grazing Viggo’s stomach and making the muscles ripple with longing as Viggo tried to arch up. Orlando’s knees and arms prevented his movement.
“Oh, Orlando! I give up. You win. Whatever you want me to say…”
Orlando just grinned and exhaled again, watching Viggo’s hips jerk.
“<b>Cocktease</b>!”
Orlando raised one eyebrow. “No. That I deny,” he grinned. “I’d only be a cocktease if I wasn’t going to act on my promises!”
For <user site="livejournal.com" user="plaidwater">
<small> “random Spartan-boy slash” Agesilaos/Lysander</small>
<i>Tiny history lesson: An 'erestor' was the older homosexual lover of a Spartan boy - as necessary and insitutionalised as marrying would later be. The younger partner was the 'paidika'. The 'agora' is the open part of the town. The 'agoge' trained every male in Sparta from the age of seven, except the heir to the throne. Strictly this fic is historically incorrect because Agesilaos was the younger son, trained by the agoge and only became heir after his brother died. However, Lysander really was the name of his erestor. </i>
Young Agesilaos stood in the agora watching the boys of the agoge in their training. He longed to join them, to be one of them, but given his position he could not. He must think of his <b>honour</b>, of the honour of his line, the line of kings. He must be a credit to them, and could not put himself in a position where he might be compromised. Sometimes he hated being the heir.
Across the open space he saw his erestor, Lysander, his hard muscular body glowing in the son. Maybe it wasn’t so bad to be the heir.
For <user site="livejournal.com" user="ladyjackyl">
<small> Elijah/Andy </small>
Elijah was in awe of Andy. Everyone said Elijah was fabulous, that he showed the degeneration of a hobbit in thrall to the ring, but to Elijah it was Andy who achieved the perfect breakdown.
He watched them apply the make-up, creasing and distorting Andy’s face, turning him into some grotesque monstrosity and he wondered why they wouldn’t put that make-up on him.
His heart stopped when Andy turned to him with Gollum’s voice and a <b>nuclear</b> reaction happened in his stomach. He smiled and tried to hide the fact that Andy’s Gollum voice went straight to his yearning cock.
For <user site="livejournal.com" user="dystopic">
<small>Elijah/Dom</small>
“But why are you with her? She’s a complete <b>bitch</b>!”
Elijah’s eyes sparkled with fury. “That’s my girlfriend you’re talking about, Dom.”
“I know. That’s what I’m trying to understand. Why is she your girlfriend? She doesn’t like your job, she doesn’t like your friends. She treats you as if you belonged to her and have to do everything she says. She has no right to demand these things from you. She has no right to you at all. Why are you with her, Elijah? She’s a bitch!”
“Because it doesn’t matter who I’m with if I can’t have you.”
For <user site="livejournal.com" user="stewardess_lotr">
<small>Eomer/Legolas (also Faramir/Eowyn)</small>
It was the calm after the storm. Eomer watched his sister from the battlements.
“She seems to be getting over Aragorn,” Legolas spoke softly at his shoulder. Eomer started, he hadn’t heard the elf approach.
They watched Eowyn’s gentle interactions with Faramir, examining a horse, the woman as keen to show of her knowledge as the man. “Yes, she seems to have found a new focus. When she looks at him there is something in her eyes I’ve never seen before. She’s <b>smitten</b>.”
He turned to smile at Legolas and stopped short, realising the look in Eowyn’s eyes wasn’t unique.
For <user site="livejournal.com" user="poisondreams">
<small> Orlando/Karl </small>
“It’s a different world,” Orlando looked up through half-lidded eyes at Karl.
“What? My room? My bed?”
Orlando grinned. “Well yeah. But I meant New Zealand. This is like nothing I’ve ever done before.”
Karl lay down beside him, the fingers of his right hand trailing up Orlando’s chest.
“It’s a big adventure. For all of us. So intense you forget about everything else, huh? It’s like living in a bubble.”
“Yeah a bubble of blood and sweat and tears.”
“And sex.”
“Yeah. A <b>cum-bubble</b>.”
“You’re weird sometimes.”
“But you love me anyway.”
“Of course I do. In our bubble.”
For <user site="livejournal.com" user="olivia_ramirez">
<small> Frodo/Sam</small>
They huddled together on the protruding rock, arms around each other as they waited for the inevitable end. The sky was black with smoke and soot coated their skin, their lips blistered and dry, their hair lank and filthy. Around them the lava flowed viscous as warm <b>ice-cream</b>, it’s harsh sulphurous odour filling their nostrils. Frodo shut his eyes and rested his head against Sam’s shoulder, tears of exhaustion leaving trails through the grime on his cheeks. There was relief it was over, but he could see no return journey. But if he died in Sam’s arms, he’d be happy.
For <user site="livejournal.com" user="finduilas_clln">
<small>Eomer/Legolas</small>
“Why do you <b>linger</b> now that the Aragorn is crowned? Do you not need to return at once to Edoras?” Eomer looked up as Legolas approached him. “Do your people not look for your return? Are you not king now that Theoden has passed to his fathers?”
“Yes,” Eomer replied, pulling the elf too him gently. “Yes, I must return to my people. And yet there is something here that holds me, that makes me want to stay.”
“Do not tarry on my account,” Legolas breathed as his lips brushed Eomer’s. “I would have you be strong for your people.”
For <user site="livejournal.com" user="nanakomatsu">
<small> Orlando/Dom </small>
“You do realise that you’re people are going to kill you. You’re a complete PR nightmare, Orli-boy.” Dom grinned. “I wish I could have seen their faces tonight when you kissed Viggo. They’re going to pull you from the rest of the premieres if you don’t behave. Can’t have rumours of homosexuality ruining your glorious career now can we, little <b>rentboy</b>?”
“Well,” Orlando laughed. “If they’re going to pull me, I might as well give them something to really get upset about.” He leant back in Dom’s arms and planted a kiss firmly on his friend’s open and surprised mouth.
For <user site="livejournal.com" user="sbjudy">
<sean b/billy="B/Billy">
“So what’s the secret?”
Sean opened his eyes and looked at Billy who was crouched at the end of the bed examining Sean’s feet.
“Do you have some kind of foot fetish, little hobbit?”
“No.” Billy grinned.
“Then come back to bed and pull the sheets back on. I’m cold.”
“Yeah, I will. After you tell me how you do it.” Sean sighed. That cheeky expression on Billy’s face told him he might as well play along.
“Do what?”
“Spend days walking up mountains when we’re in helicopters and not even get blisters.”
“Good <b>socks</b>. Now come back to bed.”
For <user site="livejournal.com" user="anjali_organna">
<small> Orlando/Karl</small>
“Hey kid, be careful with that thing. Wouldn’t want to be tempted and all that…” Karl sinks onto the grass beside Orlando, who is holding out the ring on the palm of his hand and tilting it to catch the light.
“Yeah,” Orlando sounds faraway, ancient, and for a moment Karl can see exactly what Peter saw in him to cast this skinhead boy as an elf. Then with a flicker of eyelashes Orlando resurfaces and closes his fist, grinning at Karl. “It’s an <b>inanimate</b> object, mate. That’s not what tempts me.” There is fire and challenge in his eyes.
For <user site="livejournal.com" user="olivia_ramirez">
<small>Peter Jackson/Andrew Lesnie. I have guiltily realised that I failed to get ‘action!’ into this drabble</small>
Peter could see a reflection of himself in Andrew’s glasses. Andrew’s hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat and his eyes were red from exposure to the harsh simulated snow. Peter could see the same raw ache and desperate vision in Andrew’s eyes as he knew shone in his own.
Yes, a reflection. Messy dark hair and round glasses, lens distorting his body until he almost seemed to be looking at Andrew himself. Then he realised he’d been staring far too long at Andrew’s glasses, at Andrew’s eyes. He drew away, but not before seeing the longing reflected too.
For <user site="livejournal.com" user="rubykate">
<small>Billy/Andy</small>
“So that’s what it’s like being a hobbit,” Andy came down the steps from make-up where the last traces of Smeagol had been removed for the day.
Billy grinned, leaning forward to kiss him, “Yes, we’re an elite crowd. Not any old person can be a hobbit. But you, my dear, made an admirable one. Pity you had to go and be corrupted and turn into a computer animation.”
“We’re very sorry,” Andy whispered in Gollum’s voice. “We couldn’t fight it. We wasn’t strong enough.”
“You were just <b>lazy</b>,” Billy criticised with an arched eyebrow. “I’m sure I’d have resisted.”
<big>Merry Christmas!!</big>
</lj-cut>
The majority are LOTR RPS (although a few are not - beat me if I am too naughtly, posting them here too) and the pairings are marked at the start of each so you can pick and choose what you want to read. The word specified for inclusion in each case is marked in bold (and yes, I did notice a few of you picking really awkward words!!)
Enjoy (yes, all are exactly 100 words):
<lj-cut>
For <user site="livejournal.com" user="lennongirl">
<small> Orlando/Viggo </small>
“Filthy human!”
“Prissy elf!”
Leaning forward quickly Orlando grabbed Viggo’s wrists and with a burst of strength pinned them to his lover’s side. “Old man,” he whispered, his breath grazing Viggo’s stomach and making the muscles ripple with longing as Viggo tried to arch up. Orlando’s knees and arms prevented his movement.
“Oh, Orlando! I give up. You win. Whatever you want me to say…”
Orlando just grinned and exhaled again, watching Viggo’s hips jerk.
“<b>Cocktease</b>!”
Orlando raised one eyebrow. “No. That I deny,” he grinned. “I’d only be a cocktease if I wasn’t going to act on my promises!”
For <user site="livejournal.com" user="plaidwater">
<small> “random Spartan-boy slash” Agesilaos/Lysander</small>
<i>Tiny history lesson: An 'erestor' was the older homosexual lover of a Spartan boy - as necessary and insitutionalised as marrying would later be. The younger partner was the 'paidika'. The 'agora' is the open part of the town. The 'agoge' trained every male in Sparta from the age of seven, except the heir to the throne. Strictly this fic is historically incorrect because Agesilaos was the younger son, trained by the agoge and only became heir after his brother died. However, Lysander really was the name of his erestor. </i>
Young Agesilaos stood in the agora watching the boys of the agoge in their training. He longed to join them, to be one of them, but given his position he could not. He must think of his <b>honour</b>, of the honour of his line, the line of kings. He must be a credit to them, and could not put himself in a position where he might be compromised. Sometimes he hated being the heir.
Across the open space he saw his erestor, Lysander, his hard muscular body glowing in the son. Maybe it wasn’t so bad to be the heir.
For <user site="livejournal.com" user="ladyjackyl">
<small> Elijah/Andy </small>
Elijah was in awe of Andy. Everyone said Elijah was fabulous, that he showed the degeneration of a hobbit in thrall to the ring, but to Elijah it was Andy who achieved the perfect breakdown.
He watched them apply the make-up, creasing and distorting Andy’s face, turning him into some grotesque monstrosity and he wondered why they wouldn’t put that make-up on him.
His heart stopped when Andy turned to him with Gollum’s voice and a <b>nuclear</b> reaction happened in his stomach. He smiled and tried to hide the fact that Andy’s Gollum voice went straight to his yearning cock.
For <user site="livejournal.com" user="dystopic">
<small>Elijah/Dom</small>
“But why are you with her? She’s a complete <b>bitch</b>!”
Elijah’s eyes sparkled with fury. “That’s my girlfriend you’re talking about, Dom.”
“I know. That’s what I’m trying to understand. Why is she your girlfriend? She doesn’t like your job, she doesn’t like your friends. She treats you as if you belonged to her and have to do everything she says. She has no right to demand these things from you. She has no right to you at all. Why are you with her, Elijah? She’s a bitch!”
“Because it doesn’t matter who I’m with if I can’t have you.”
For <user site="livejournal.com" user="stewardess_lotr">
<small>Eomer/Legolas (also Faramir/Eowyn)</small>
It was the calm after the storm. Eomer watched his sister from the battlements.
“She seems to be getting over Aragorn,” Legolas spoke softly at his shoulder. Eomer started, he hadn’t heard the elf approach.
They watched Eowyn’s gentle interactions with Faramir, examining a horse, the woman as keen to show of her knowledge as the man. “Yes, she seems to have found a new focus. When she looks at him there is something in her eyes I’ve never seen before. She’s <b>smitten</b>.”
He turned to smile at Legolas and stopped short, realising the look in Eowyn’s eyes wasn’t unique.
For <user site="livejournal.com" user="poisondreams">
<small> Orlando/Karl </small>
“It’s a different world,” Orlando looked up through half-lidded eyes at Karl.
“What? My room? My bed?”
Orlando grinned. “Well yeah. But I meant New Zealand. This is like nothing I’ve ever done before.”
Karl lay down beside him, the fingers of his right hand trailing up Orlando’s chest.
“It’s a big adventure. For all of us. So intense you forget about everything else, huh? It’s like living in a bubble.”
“Yeah a bubble of blood and sweat and tears.”
“And sex.”
“Yeah. A <b>cum-bubble</b>.”
“You’re weird sometimes.”
“But you love me anyway.”
“Of course I do. In our bubble.”
For <user site="livejournal.com" user="olivia_ramirez">
<small> Frodo/Sam</small>
They huddled together on the protruding rock, arms around each other as they waited for the inevitable end. The sky was black with smoke and soot coated their skin, their lips blistered and dry, their hair lank and filthy. Around them the lava flowed viscous as warm <b>ice-cream</b>, it’s harsh sulphurous odour filling their nostrils. Frodo shut his eyes and rested his head against Sam’s shoulder, tears of exhaustion leaving trails through the grime on his cheeks. There was relief it was over, but he could see no return journey. But if he died in Sam’s arms, he’d be happy.
For <user site="livejournal.com" user="finduilas_clln">
<small>Eomer/Legolas</small>
“Why do you <b>linger</b> now that the Aragorn is crowned? Do you not need to return at once to Edoras?” Eomer looked up as Legolas approached him. “Do your people not look for your return? Are you not king now that Theoden has passed to his fathers?”
“Yes,” Eomer replied, pulling the elf too him gently. “Yes, I must return to my people. And yet there is something here that holds me, that makes me want to stay.”
“Do not tarry on my account,” Legolas breathed as his lips brushed Eomer’s. “I would have you be strong for your people.”
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<small> Orlando/Dom </small>
“You do realise that you’re people are going to kill you. You’re a complete PR nightmare, Orli-boy.” Dom grinned. “I wish I could have seen their faces tonight when you kissed Viggo. They’re going to pull you from the rest of the premieres if you don’t behave. Can’t have rumours of homosexuality ruining your glorious career now can we, little <b>rentboy</b>?”
“Well,” Orlando laughed. “If they’re going to pull me, I might as well give them something to really get upset about.” He leant back in Dom’s arms and planted a kiss firmly on his friend’s open and surprised mouth.
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<sean b/billy="B/Billy">
“So what’s the secret?”
Sean opened his eyes and looked at Billy who was crouched at the end of the bed examining Sean’s feet.
“Do you have some kind of foot fetish, little hobbit?”
“No.” Billy grinned.
“Then come back to bed and pull the sheets back on. I’m cold.”
“Yeah, I will. After you tell me how you do it.” Sean sighed. That cheeky expression on Billy’s face told him he might as well play along.
“Do what?”
“Spend days walking up mountains when we’re in helicopters and not even get blisters.”
“Good <b>socks</b>. Now come back to bed.”
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<small> Orlando/Karl</small>
“Hey kid, be careful with that thing. Wouldn’t want to be tempted and all that…” Karl sinks onto the grass beside Orlando, who is holding out the ring on the palm of his hand and tilting it to catch the light.
“Yeah,” Orlando sounds faraway, ancient, and for a moment Karl can see exactly what Peter saw in him to cast this skinhead boy as an elf. Then with a flicker of eyelashes Orlando resurfaces and closes his fist, grinning at Karl. “It’s an <b>inanimate</b> object, mate. That’s not what tempts me.” There is fire and challenge in his eyes.
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<small>Peter Jackson/Andrew Lesnie. I have guiltily realised that I failed to get ‘action!’ into this drabble</small>
Peter could see a reflection of himself in Andrew’s glasses. Andrew’s hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat and his eyes were red from exposure to the harsh simulated snow. Peter could see the same raw ache and desperate vision in Andrew’s eyes as he knew shone in his own.
Yes, a reflection. Messy dark hair and round glasses, lens distorting his body until he almost seemed to be looking at Andrew himself. Then he realised he’d been staring far too long at Andrew’s glasses, at Andrew’s eyes. He drew away, but not before seeing the longing reflected too.
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<small>Billy/Andy</small>
“So that’s what it’s like being a hobbit,” Andy came down the steps from make-up where the last traces of Smeagol had been removed for the day.
Billy grinned, leaning forward to kiss him, “Yes, we’re an elite crowd. Not any old person can be a hobbit. But you, my dear, made an admirable one. Pity you had to go and be corrupted and turn into a computer animation.”
“We’re very sorry,” Andy whispered in Gollum’s voice. “We couldn’t fight it. We wasn’t strong enough.”
“You were just <b>lazy</b>,” Billy criticised with an arched eyebrow. “I’m sure I’d have resisted.”
<big>Merry Christmas!!</big>
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“You were just lazy,” Billy criticised with an arched eyebrow. “I’m sure I’d have resisted.”
*heheheh* Perfect!!!
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before this I never really noticed the KArl/Orli paring!
thanks for the introduction!
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