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*waves* hi, i'm new and trying to get my feet wet in the lotr fandom. this is the first fic (lotr wise) i finished...i posted it at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
domlijah last night and have gotten a pretty good response, so i'm going to bounce it off you guys too. go easy on me...
Title: Soaked
Author: crunknwj
Pairing: domlijah
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: don't know them, never happened, would kick ass if it did.
Warnings: bit of swearingish, that's about it.
Feedback: PLEASE
Authors Notes: the song in the story is called soaked by a local group called the argument. if you want to hear the full song, go to http://www.theargument.net it's under audio/visual, then music. you can download either the album version or the live version (which is what i was going off of for this.) and thank you very VERY much to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
music_chick_2 for beta'ing this for me. i appriciate it.
He couldn’t sleep. There was so much on his mind. So many things clouding his head. Who he was, what he wanted to be. Where he was going in this crazy life of his. Who he was going to love.
Love.
It was the word on his mind that wouldn’t go away. There were so many different people he could love, but he picked one of the hardest people to fall in love with. Well, it wasn’t hard to fall in love with him. He was goofy, a big dork. He was always listening to music, his big prosthetic feet making a thumping noise when he tapped them off of the chair to the beat. He was always getting lost in his friend’s eyes. And whenever he entered the room, the smile never left his face.
But at the same time, he was hard to love. It was the first time he had ever felt like this before, and he was feeling it for his best mate. There were times he would just sit around the set, watching the younger man’s every move, laughing at the stupid jokes he made or the way he would mess up his lines but yet sound so adorable while doing it.
He couldn’t take it anymore.
Dom walked over to his desk, throwing around his script books and random chocolate bar wrappers till he found a blank notebook and a pen. He started to scribble down what he was feeling onto the paper, ripping each piece out and throwing it away if he wrote down something he didn’t like.
It was about 4 am when he finally fell asleep, the words, “I should be asleep by now, my eyes are closed and I’m in bed,” written on the paper.
Bang.
He heard the loud banging at the door and shot up like a bullet, looking down at the paper that was covered by his head. He folded it up and shoved it in his pocket before answering the door, clad in cargo pants and a muscle shirt, which was the same thing he was wearing the day before.
He found a half asleep Elijah standing at the door, and almost immediately a smile came to Dom’s face.
“Is it time to go already?”
“I was almost afraid you weren’t going to get up.” Elijah looked at Dom’s sinking eyes and sighed. “You look terrible.”
He nodded his head and looked down at his clothes, not even wanting to know what his hair looked like. “I didn’t sleep much. What time is it anyway?”
“Half-four. I mean,” Elijah mentally slapped himself for picking up the British slang, “4:30. We have make up in a half hour.”
Dom just nodded his head again, grabbing a clean shirt out of his closet. He threw it onto the bed, stepping into his washroom to clean himself up a bit. Elijah walked into the cool apartment and shook his head at the sight of an over-flowing waste bin of crinkled up paper. Dom emerged from the bathroom, his hair slicked back and his muscle shirt in his hand. He threw his clean shirt over his head, grabbed his keys and wallet off of the nightstand, and motioned Elijah to the door.
It was around lunch time that Dom remembered the piece of paper that was in his pants pocket, which was currently residing in the hobbits' dress trailer. He knew how many people wandered in and out of there daily, especially the four principle hobbits, so he grew very nervous. He knew that the sentence meant nothing to anyone else but him, but he was still fearful of the question that would come if it was found.
In between takes of sitting on top of Treebeard in the green studio, Dom thought of something he needed to add to the piece of paper. He made the excuse that he needed to use the restroom so that they would take a ten minute break. As soon as the grip-boys pulled Dom out of the tree, he ran as fast as his hobbit feet would carry him to the dress trailer, relieved to find no one around. He fumbled through his pocket for the piece of paper and pulled a pen out of the box of autograph supplies they kept around, just in case. He flattened the paper on the table and wrote down, “just trying to figure out how you got so stuck in my head.”
Content with what he wrote down, he folded the piece of paper back up but stuck it in his wallet this time, knowing that no one would go through it.
After shooting finished around five that evening, some of the cast members made plans to head out to one of their favorite bars for a night of drinking and silliness. Normally Dom would be right there with them, but he thought of more things to write on that annoying piece of paper. He told them all he wasn’t feeling well and was very tired from only two hours of sleep the night before, so he was going to go home to catch up on sleep. Billy knew that this was a crock of bullshit, for Dom had gone days without sleeping before. Elijah gave Dom a look, wondering what he was up to, but he just squeezed his shoulder lightly.
“It’s cool mate, I understand. We all do. Just go home and get some rest and we’ll see you in the morning.”
He gave Elijah a soft smile and watched them walk away to their vehicles before walking in the opposite direction to the bus stop that would take him to his temporary home.
Dom was pacing around his room. He was having the biggest mental block. A loud groan echoed through the empty room as he fell back onto his bed, sighing when he finally hit it. All he could think about was the eyes that fell onto his before the group left him standing in the semi-cold air.
Why do I always think about him whenever he does nothing? Just his presence makes me melt. Hell, thinking about now him makes me melt.
Then it came to him. He jumped out of bed, sat down in his desk chair and started to write away. Fifteen minutes later he was finished, and very satisfied. As he looked over what he wrote, he realized that he had practically written out a song. He eyed the acoustic guitar sitting in the corner of his room and thought deeply before finally picking it up. He strummed a chord, tuned the G string because it was a bit off, and started to play.
Four thirty came fast, and this time it was Dom having to wake Elijah up. The two quietly slid into the car that traveled city of Wellington to the set in silence until Dom finally broke the ice.
“So how was the pub last night?”
Elijah shrugged his shoulders a bit. “It was the pub. Nothing really different. Except for the fact that you weren’t there. For some reason it felt different without you.”
Dom sighed a bit and fumbled with the object in his jacket pocket. “I know, but I really needed the sleep. Even so, I didn’t get it. I’ve had a lot of stuff on my mind lately.”
“Anything you want to talk about?”
“No,” Dom said quickly, almost jumping at the thought of the object in his pocket and what he was going to do with it. “It’s cool. Just the normal stuff. Missing home and whatnot.”
Elijah was almost hurt at the response, knowing that Dom would usually turn to him for anything. But he shrugged it off, hoping that it would be something he would bring up in the future. The rest of the drive to the set was silent, just the sound of the two men breathing the early New Zealand air that was lightly pouring through the windows.
“Come on Dom. Treebeard is waiting for us,” Billy said with a laugh.
“I’ll be there in a minute. I need to use the little boys' room before we climb up there.”
Billy shook his head when Dom grinned like a two year old. He wasn’t sure if Dom wanted him to leave or not, until Dom cleared his throat and looked at the door.
“Ah. Right.”
Once Billy shut the door, Dom went over to the pile of coats on the floor of the trailer and fished out his. He reached into the pocket and pulled out a cassette tape. He knew that this was so grammar school-ish, but he couldn’t think of any other way. Elijah didn’t have to be in his wardrobe till half six, and it was almost six on the dot. Sean was off getting the finishing touches on his makeup done so he could work with Peter and the shot he had to do with just Andy, so he knew that he wasn’t due back for a good hour. He slid the cassette underneath Elijah’s cloak, a note attached to it. He flushed the commode just in case Billy was outside listening for him and walked out of the trailer with a content grin.
“Everything come out ok?”
Elijah walked into the trailer to put on the rest of his wardrobe. He had just buttoned up the shirt and reached for his cloak when he heard a thud. He looked down to the ground and saw a now broken cassette case, a non labeled tape, and a note. He opened the note and read over it with curious eyes.
Lijah,
Sorry I didn’t talk to you this morning about what was bothering me. Just sometimes it’s hard to let certain feelings out. Listen to the tape, it may explain some things.
Dom
He looked at the clock on the wall and saw 6:15. The nearest stereo was in the make up trailer, so he took his cloak and the tape and ran across the lot. He entered the trailer with no warning, barging in on Karl and Viggo getting some final makeup touches before their shot at Edoras. He smiled at both men while unplugging the stereo from the wall and said “you’ll get this back in five minutes.” With that, he was running as fast as he could with his feet on back to the trailer.
He fumbled with the plug a bit, shakingly slid the cassette into the player, and pushed play. He sat down on the couch in the corner and listened intentively to Dom’s voice, which was very scratchy and tired. He knew that Dom had been up till the wee hours of the morning working on whatever he was about to hear.
“Um, hey. I’ve had a lot of things on my mind lately, and they just kind of flowed onto a sheet of paper a few evenings ago, which was why I got no sleep. After I finished it I realized I wrote a song, so I came up with a few simple chords and put it to music. So I’m just going to sing it now before I pussy out.”
Elijah chuckled softly but stopped as soon as he heard the first chord. He tapped his fingers lightly against the couch to the beat he was making with the guitar as he played the notes, anxious to hear what he had to say.
I should be asleep by now, I should be asleep by now
My eyes are closed and I’m in bed.
Just trying to figure out, just trying to figure out
How you got so stuck in my head.
You take my breath, you take my falls
Doing everything without doing anything at all
You're on my mind, you’ve got me soaked
You’ve got me soaked.
He sat forward, as if moving closer to the stereo would make the feeling any better. But in his mind it did. He never knew Dom could sing so beautifully, and he held his breath when he started to sing again.
Can we get closer now, can we get closer now
There’s so much left to be.
Start from the top and I’ll melt you down, start from the top and melt you down
And pour you all over me.
You take my breath, you take my falls
Doing everything without doing anything at all
You’re on my mind, you’ve got me soaked.
But I’m not saturated.
He heard the click of Dom hitting the stop button and got up, hitting stop himself. He took the tape out of the stereo and put it in his coat pocket, not even worried about the broken case lying on the floor. He walked the stereo back to the makeup trailer, mumbling a thank you as he walked out and headed over to the studio where the Treebeard shot was taking place. He knew that he had to be over at the other studio with Sean and Andy working on a few green screens, but he had some business he needed to take care of that couldn’t wait until later.
They were in between takes when Elijah walked into the studio. Peter, who had switched sets for a few moments, looked pissed that he wasn’t with Sean and Andy.
“Wood, wrong set.”
“I know. I need Dominic for five minutes.” He shot Dom a look which, if Elijah would’ve been a bit scarier, would’ve made Dom shit his pants. Peter gave in, noticing the tone in Elijah’s voice, and signaled for a grip-boy to remove Dom from the tree. Billy looked only slightly confused when Elijah gripped the back of Dom’s cloak and pulled him into a darkened area behind the set, knowing that no one would intrude upon them.
“I found your little tape.”
Oh shit, Dom thought. He’s pissed. He’s freaked out that his best mate is falling for him.
“Oh…umm…before you kill me I just wanted to say that…”
Elijah pressed a finger against his lips with a smile. He reached around his neck and let his arms relax against him, leaning forward to whisper in his ear “thank you.”
His arms tightened around him into a hug while Dom, slightly confused but happy none the less, slid his arms around Elijah’s waist, leaning into the hug. Dom rested his forehead against Elijah’s, their hobbit hair falling into their eyes, not needing to speak, for they both felt the same thing inside.
Love.
domlijah last night and have gotten a pretty good response, so i'm going to bounce it off you guys too. go easy on me...Title: Soaked
Author: crunknwj
Pairing: domlijah
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: don't know them, never happened, would kick ass if it did.
Warnings: bit of swearingish, that's about it.
Feedback: PLEASE
Authors Notes: the song in the story is called soaked by a local group called the argument. if you want to hear the full song, go to http://www.theargument.net it's under audio/visual, then music. you can download either the album version or the live version (which is what i was going off of for this.) and thank you very VERY much to
music_chick_2 for beta'ing this for me. i appriciate it.He couldn’t sleep. There was so much on his mind. So many things clouding his head. Who he was, what he wanted to be. Where he was going in this crazy life of his. Who he was going to love.
Love.
It was the word on his mind that wouldn’t go away. There were so many different people he could love, but he picked one of the hardest people to fall in love with. Well, it wasn’t hard to fall in love with him. He was goofy, a big dork. He was always listening to music, his big prosthetic feet making a thumping noise when he tapped them off of the chair to the beat. He was always getting lost in his friend’s eyes. And whenever he entered the room, the smile never left his face.
But at the same time, he was hard to love. It was the first time he had ever felt like this before, and he was feeling it for his best mate. There were times he would just sit around the set, watching the younger man’s every move, laughing at the stupid jokes he made or the way he would mess up his lines but yet sound so adorable while doing it.
He couldn’t take it anymore.
Dom walked over to his desk, throwing around his script books and random chocolate bar wrappers till he found a blank notebook and a pen. He started to scribble down what he was feeling onto the paper, ripping each piece out and throwing it away if he wrote down something he didn’t like.
It was about 4 am when he finally fell asleep, the words, “I should be asleep by now, my eyes are closed and I’m in bed,” written on the paper.
Bang.
He heard the loud banging at the door and shot up like a bullet, looking down at the paper that was covered by his head. He folded it up and shoved it in his pocket before answering the door, clad in cargo pants and a muscle shirt, which was the same thing he was wearing the day before.
He found a half asleep Elijah standing at the door, and almost immediately a smile came to Dom’s face.
“Is it time to go already?”
“I was almost afraid you weren’t going to get up.” Elijah looked at Dom’s sinking eyes and sighed. “You look terrible.”
He nodded his head and looked down at his clothes, not even wanting to know what his hair looked like. “I didn’t sleep much. What time is it anyway?”
“Half-four. I mean,” Elijah mentally slapped himself for picking up the British slang, “4:30. We have make up in a half hour.”
Dom just nodded his head again, grabbing a clean shirt out of his closet. He threw it onto the bed, stepping into his washroom to clean himself up a bit. Elijah walked into the cool apartment and shook his head at the sight of an over-flowing waste bin of crinkled up paper. Dom emerged from the bathroom, his hair slicked back and his muscle shirt in his hand. He threw his clean shirt over his head, grabbed his keys and wallet off of the nightstand, and motioned Elijah to the door.
It was around lunch time that Dom remembered the piece of paper that was in his pants pocket, which was currently residing in the hobbits' dress trailer. He knew how many people wandered in and out of there daily, especially the four principle hobbits, so he grew very nervous. He knew that the sentence meant nothing to anyone else but him, but he was still fearful of the question that would come if it was found.
In between takes of sitting on top of Treebeard in the green studio, Dom thought of something he needed to add to the piece of paper. He made the excuse that he needed to use the restroom so that they would take a ten minute break. As soon as the grip-boys pulled Dom out of the tree, he ran as fast as his hobbit feet would carry him to the dress trailer, relieved to find no one around. He fumbled through his pocket for the piece of paper and pulled a pen out of the box of autograph supplies they kept around, just in case. He flattened the paper on the table and wrote down, “just trying to figure out how you got so stuck in my head.”
Content with what he wrote down, he folded the piece of paper back up but stuck it in his wallet this time, knowing that no one would go through it.
After shooting finished around five that evening, some of the cast members made plans to head out to one of their favorite bars for a night of drinking and silliness. Normally Dom would be right there with them, but he thought of more things to write on that annoying piece of paper. He told them all he wasn’t feeling well and was very tired from only two hours of sleep the night before, so he was going to go home to catch up on sleep. Billy knew that this was a crock of bullshit, for Dom had gone days without sleeping before. Elijah gave Dom a look, wondering what he was up to, but he just squeezed his shoulder lightly.
“It’s cool mate, I understand. We all do. Just go home and get some rest and we’ll see you in the morning.”
He gave Elijah a soft smile and watched them walk away to their vehicles before walking in the opposite direction to the bus stop that would take him to his temporary home.
Dom was pacing around his room. He was having the biggest mental block. A loud groan echoed through the empty room as he fell back onto his bed, sighing when he finally hit it. All he could think about was the eyes that fell onto his before the group left him standing in the semi-cold air.
Why do I always think about him whenever he does nothing? Just his presence makes me melt. Hell, thinking about now him makes me melt.
Then it came to him. He jumped out of bed, sat down in his desk chair and started to write away. Fifteen minutes later he was finished, and very satisfied. As he looked over what he wrote, he realized that he had practically written out a song. He eyed the acoustic guitar sitting in the corner of his room and thought deeply before finally picking it up. He strummed a chord, tuned the G string because it was a bit off, and started to play.
Four thirty came fast, and this time it was Dom having to wake Elijah up. The two quietly slid into the car that traveled city of Wellington to the set in silence until Dom finally broke the ice.
“So how was the pub last night?”
Elijah shrugged his shoulders a bit. “It was the pub. Nothing really different. Except for the fact that you weren’t there. For some reason it felt different without you.”
Dom sighed a bit and fumbled with the object in his jacket pocket. “I know, but I really needed the sleep. Even so, I didn’t get it. I’ve had a lot of stuff on my mind lately.”
“Anything you want to talk about?”
“No,” Dom said quickly, almost jumping at the thought of the object in his pocket and what he was going to do with it. “It’s cool. Just the normal stuff. Missing home and whatnot.”
Elijah was almost hurt at the response, knowing that Dom would usually turn to him for anything. But he shrugged it off, hoping that it would be something he would bring up in the future. The rest of the drive to the set was silent, just the sound of the two men breathing the early New Zealand air that was lightly pouring through the windows.
“Come on Dom. Treebeard is waiting for us,” Billy said with a laugh.
“I’ll be there in a minute. I need to use the little boys' room before we climb up there.”
Billy shook his head when Dom grinned like a two year old. He wasn’t sure if Dom wanted him to leave or not, until Dom cleared his throat and looked at the door.
“Ah. Right.”
Once Billy shut the door, Dom went over to the pile of coats on the floor of the trailer and fished out his. He reached into the pocket and pulled out a cassette tape. He knew that this was so grammar school-ish, but he couldn’t think of any other way. Elijah didn’t have to be in his wardrobe till half six, and it was almost six on the dot. Sean was off getting the finishing touches on his makeup done so he could work with Peter and the shot he had to do with just Andy, so he knew that he wasn’t due back for a good hour. He slid the cassette underneath Elijah’s cloak, a note attached to it. He flushed the commode just in case Billy was outside listening for him and walked out of the trailer with a content grin.
“Everything come out ok?”
Elijah walked into the trailer to put on the rest of his wardrobe. He had just buttoned up the shirt and reached for his cloak when he heard a thud. He looked down to the ground and saw a now broken cassette case, a non labeled tape, and a note. He opened the note and read over it with curious eyes.
Lijah,
Sorry I didn’t talk to you this morning about what was bothering me. Just sometimes it’s hard to let certain feelings out. Listen to the tape, it may explain some things.
Dom
He looked at the clock on the wall and saw 6:15. The nearest stereo was in the make up trailer, so he took his cloak and the tape and ran across the lot. He entered the trailer with no warning, barging in on Karl and Viggo getting some final makeup touches before their shot at Edoras. He smiled at both men while unplugging the stereo from the wall and said “you’ll get this back in five minutes.” With that, he was running as fast as he could with his feet on back to the trailer.
He fumbled with the plug a bit, shakingly slid the cassette into the player, and pushed play. He sat down on the couch in the corner and listened intentively to Dom’s voice, which was very scratchy and tired. He knew that Dom had been up till the wee hours of the morning working on whatever he was about to hear.
“Um, hey. I’ve had a lot of things on my mind lately, and they just kind of flowed onto a sheet of paper a few evenings ago, which was why I got no sleep. After I finished it I realized I wrote a song, so I came up with a few simple chords and put it to music. So I’m just going to sing it now before I pussy out.”
Elijah chuckled softly but stopped as soon as he heard the first chord. He tapped his fingers lightly against the couch to the beat he was making with the guitar as he played the notes, anxious to hear what he had to say.
I should be asleep by now, I should be asleep by now
My eyes are closed and I’m in bed.
Just trying to figure out, just trying to figure out
How you got so stuck in my head.
You take my breath, you take my falls
Doing everything without doing anything at all
You're on my mind, you’ve got me soaked
You’ve got me soaked.
He sat forward, as if moving closer to the stereo would make the feeling any better. But in his mind it did. He never knew Dom could sing so beautifully, and he held his breath when he started to sing again.
Can we get closer now, can we get closer now
There’s so much left to be.
Start from the top and I’ll melt you down, start from the top and melt you down
And pour you all over me.
You take my breath, you take my falls
Doing everything without doing anything at all
You’re on my mind, you’ve got me soaked.
But I’m not saturated.
He heard the click of Dom hitting the stop button and got up, hitting stop himself. He took the tape out of the stereo and put it in his coat pocket, not even worried about the broken case lying on the floor. He walked the stereo back to the makeup trailer, mumbling a thank you as he walked out and headed over to the studio where the Treebeard shot was taking place. He knew that he had to be over at the other studio with Sean and Andy working on a few green screens, but he had some business he needed to take care of that couldn’t wait until later.
They were in between takes when Elijah walked into the studio. Peter, who had switched sets for a few moments, looked pissed that he wasn’t with Sean and Andy.
“Wood, wrong set.”
“I know. I need Dominic for five minutes.” He shot Dom a look which, if Elijah would’ve been a bit scarier, would’ve made Dom shit his pants. Peter gave in, noticing the tone in Elijah’s voice, and signaled for a grip-boy to remove Dom from the tree. Billy looked only slightly confused when Elijah gripped the back of Dom’s cloak and pulled him into a darkened area behind the set, knowing that no one would intrude upon them.
“I found your little tape.”
Oh shit, Dom thought. He’s pissed. He’s freaked out that his best mate is falling for him.
“Oh…umm…before you kill me I just wanted to say that…”
Elijah pressed a finger against his lips with a smile. He reached around his neck and let his arms relax against him, leaning forward to whisper in his ear “thank you.”
His arms tightened around him into a hug while Dom, slightly confused but happy none the less, slid his arms around Elijah’s waist, leaning into the hug. Dom rested his forehead against Elijah’s, their hobbit hair falling into their eyes, not needing to speak, for they both felt the same thing inside.
Love.