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Hi there =)
I'm new to this community and just as new to writing fanfiction.
This is my very first series being posted in public. Following parts going to be posted anytime in the future.
Please be kind. :o)
Title: Heart Hammer
Series: Precious Years 1/10
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sweetzattack
Pairings: DM/BB, DM/EW in series, DM/BB in chapter
Rating: PG-ish
Warning: Character death in series
Summary: Even the deepest love of all sometimes turns out to be a troublesome thing...
Disclaimer: I own them and I cut this out of some newspaper, I bought from a bavarian donkey 2346 years ago on Mars. *rolleyes* It's a LIE. Made UP. Wish I owned them nevertheless, so lemme dream ;o)
All titles and lyrics in this series taken from the wonderful Runrig.
Comments: Yeeees, pleeaaase! *begs* ;o)
x-posted to: my own journal
My beloved Billy,
I clearly remember the day I first met you in New Zealand.
New Line had some driver pick me up at the airport, he tried to do the smalltalk-thing with me all the way to the hotel but I just didn’t listen. Too much was going on in my mind...I just had spent 30 hours on that bloody plane, we’d taken off with an annoying delay of exactly 137 minutes and 51 seconds (I know that ‘cause I had been staring at my watch the entire time, having no idea what else to do), I had left my ill grandma, knowing I’d probably not see her again and – what was even worse – got to New Zealand weeks after you did.
When the hired car stopped at the hotel’s parking-lot and the driver handed me my suitcases, I was about to run. Fast. Yes, I was scared. Afraid, you wouldn’t accept me anymore, that you’d have formed a friendship so strong there wouldn’t be any space left for me.
Though the air was clear and warm my hands were so darn cold I almost couldn’t pick up my baggage and when I finally managed this, my knees were like pudding. I stumbled into the lobby, shaking all over but trying to look calm.
I think I must’ve failed miserably, because when Peter came to welcome me and guide me to the room where you were waiting for the last of your Hobbit-gang, he gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze.
“Don’t worry, they’ll like you.” he wispered before pushing a door open. From the corner of my eye I noticed a sign which said “Lord of the Rings Castconference” before the door hit the wall behind it with a bang. Pete literally had to pull me inside and I almost wet my pants.
There they were, two strangers, sprawled on the largest couch I had ever seen, looking like they had never been anywhere else. “Guys, Merry has entered the building. Come on, say hello!” Peter grinned like some lunatic when he saw the two of them jump up and run towards me.
Sean was the one to reach me first. “Hi Dominic, welcome to beautiful New Zealand!” With that, he pulled me into one of his bear-hugs I should be comforted by so many times during the next 15 months. My racing heart immediatley started to calm down a little and was almost down to normal speed when Elijah kind of jumped into my arms. “Dominic! We were waiting for you! Oh, it’s so much fun here...and I’m sure it’s gonna be even better now that the Hobbits are united!” I hugged the energetic little guy lightly, from the first second on I knew I liked him.
But...wait. All Hobbits united? It had been quite some time since I had read The Lord of the Rings, but I was sure as can be that there were FOUR main Hobbits in there. No matter how often I started over with my counting, I always got to three in here. Not counting Peter...he might look like a Hobbit, but as far as I knew he was our director. Two possibilities: Someone was missing or Pete had cast himself.
Right before my face could crumble into some kind of confused mask, the door flew open again. “Sorry, just called Margaret and forgot about the ti...oooooh, are you Merry?”
Green. Eyes. Wide. Smile. Hair. Sticking. In. Every. Possible. And. Impossible.Direction. Scottish. Accent. Oh, I had always had a thing for accents.
When you pressed your small frame against me, I could smell the scent of Britain still lingering in your dark blue shirt, mixed up with something so sweet and yet impossible to describe, something, I had never smelled before.
Mixed up with you.
Yes, Billy, I fell in love the second I met you, I just didn’t know at that time.
Shooting was hard. Sure, I had done Hetty for quite some time, but I wasn’t used to being involved in something that big.
We’d be heading for the pub almost every night in the beginning to drown our exhaustion, until the makeup-people told us to “fuckin’ stop this” because the alcohol in our pores caused the glue on our prostetics to vanish into the sweet realms of superglue-nomansland.
So we reduced our visits to the kingdom of Guinness to the night before our weekly day off.
Sean wouldn’t be with us too often, he’d rather spend some time with his family, but Orli would join us almost every time. He’s such a nice bloke, fun to be with, as was everyone there, so we gladly let him come along.
One night, when we were just a little tipsy yet, you waved your pint at him, your accent thickened with alcohol. “Ah think, we should adopt oor brilliant elf-guy herrre. Witt thes, I name ye Hobbit of honorrr.” And you poured your beer over his head. Elijah laughed himself under his old wooden chair and I just couldn’t hold my head up anymore. It crashed onto the table and I giggled till I felt tears of laughter stream down my face.
When I finally looked up again, Lighe still hadn’t struggled his way back up and Orli was sitting there, not knowing if he should be proud or pissed. His impression must’ve been priceless, if only I had seen it. But I just had eyes for you. I had gotten to know you so well during the last weeks, we had become close like brothers, closer even, than I had ever been with my real brother. I had almost forgotten my emotions for you through all our joking and fooling around, but now you gave me a look I had never seen on you before. Green eyes dark with something I couldn’t explain, not a smile on your face at all though I was sure you had been laughing when you had soaked Orlando.
This was the moment it hit me with all its power. I just couldn’t stay at this table anymore, I had to be for myself, just a few moments, so I mumbled some lame excuse about having to go to the bathroom and off I were.
When the door with the little white man slammed shut behind me, I leaned my hands on the sink and stared at myself in the mirror. “This can’t be happening.” I said aloud to myself, causing another man I hadn’t even noticed to shoot me a strange look on his way out. This pulled me back into reality for a second while carefully checking that no one else was in there, before I went back to the sink. “Oh, come on, you strange old perv, you know it’s not like that. You’re straight, remember? You just haven’t had a girl for a long time. All you need is a good fuck to get you back to earth.” I told my reflection but seeing my own impression, I knew this was a lie. With a sigh I let myself slip down the wall, sitting on the cold tiles of the restroom, arms on my knees and staring at the ceiling. “No use denying it, Dom, you’re in love with him. Yes, you fuckin’ love that bloke...” I wispered to myself and for a second, the thought scared the life out of me, but the next moment I was up on my feet again. It just felt so...right. One last time I looked into the mirror, mouthing “I love you, Billy”, just to see, what this looked like, before I walked back to our table...back to you.
This is my very first series being posted in public. Following parts going to be posted anytime in the future.
Please be kind. :o)
Title: Heart Hammer
Series: Precious Years 1/10
Author:
sweetzattackPairings: DM/BB, DM/EW in series, DM/BB in chapter
Rating: PG-ish
Warning: Character death in series
Summary: Even the deepest love of all sometimes turns out to be a troublesome thing...
Disclaimer: I own them and I cut this out of some newspaper, I bought from a bavarian donkey 2346 years ago on Mars. *rolleyes* It's a LIE. Made UP. Wish I owned them nevertheless, so lemme dream ;o)
All titles and lyrics in this series taken from the wonderful Runrig.
Comments: Yeeees, pleeaaase! *begs* ;o)
x-posted to: my own journal
My beloved Billy,
I clearly remember the day I first met you in New Zealand.
New Line had some driver pick me up at the airport, he tried to do the smalltalk-thing with me all the way to the hotel but I just didn’t listen. Too much was going on in my mind...I just had spent 30 hours on that bloody plane, we’d taken off with an annoying delay of exactly 137 minutes and 51 seconds (I know that ‘cause I had been staring at my watch the entire time, having no idea what else to do), I had left my ill grandma, knowing I’d probably not see her again and – what was even worse – got to New Zealand weeks after you did.
When the hired car stopped at the hotel’s parking-lot and the driver handed me my suitcases, I was about to run. Fast. Yes, I was scared. Afraid, you wouldn’t accept me anymore, that you’d have formed a friendship so strong there wouldn’t be any space left for me.
Though the air was clear and warm my hands were so darn cold I almost couldn’t pick up my baggage and when I finally managed this, my knees were like pudding. I stumbled into the lobby, shaking all over but trying to look calm.
I think I must’ve failed miserably, because when Peter came to welcome me and guide me to the room where you were waiting for the last of your Hobbit-gang, he gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze.
“Don’t worry, they’ll like you.” he wispered before pushing a door open. From the corner of my eye I noticed a sign which said “Lord of the Rings Castconference” before the door hit the wall behind it with a bang. Pete literally had to pull me inside and I almost wet my pants.
There they were, two strangers, sprawled on the largest couch I had ever seen, looking like they had never been anywhere else. “Guys, Merry has entered the building. Come on, say hello!” Peter grinned like some lunatic when he saw the two of them jump up and run towards me.
Sean was the one to reach me first. “Hi Dominic, welcome to beautiful New Zealand!” With that, he pulled me into one of his bear-hugs I should be comforted by so many times during the next 15 months. My racing heart immediatley started to calm down a little and was almost down to normal speed when Elijah kind of jumped into my arms. “Dominic! We were waiting for you! Oh, it’s so much fun here...and I’m sure it’s gonna be even better now that the Hobbits are united!” I hugged the energetic little guy lightly, from the first second on I knew I liked him.
But...wait. All Hobbits united? It had been quite some time since I had read The Lord of the Rings, but I was sure as can be that there were FOUR main Hobbits in there. No matter how often I started over with my counting, I always got to three in here. Not counting Peter...he might look like a Hobbit, but as far as I knew he was our director. Two possibilities: Someone was missing or Pete had cast himself.
Right before my face could crumble into some kind of confused mask, the door flew open again. “Sorry, just called Margaret and forgot about the ti...oooooh, are you Merry?”
Green. Eyes. Wide. Smile. Hair. Sticking. In. Every. Possible. And. Impossible.Direction. Scottish. Accent. Oh, I had always had a thing for accents.
When you pressed your small frame against me, I could smell the scent of Britain still lingering in your dark blue shirt, mixed up with something so sweet and yet impossible to describe, something, I had never smelled before.
Mixed up with you.
Yes, Billy, I fell in love the second I met you, I just didn’t know at that time.
Shooting was hard. Sure, I had done Hetty for quite some time, but I wasn’t used to being involved in something that big.
We’d be heading for the pub almost every night in the beginning to drown our exhaustion, until the makeup-people told us to “fuckin’ stop this” because the alcohol in our pores caused the glue on our prostetics to vanish into the sweet realms of superglue-nomansland.
So we reduced our visits to the kingdom of Guinness to the night before our weekly day off.
Sean wouldn’t be with us too often, he’d rather spend some time with his family, but Orli would join us almost every time. He’s such a nice bloke, fun to be with, as was everyone there, so we gladly let him come along.
One night, when we were just a little tipsy yet, you waved your pint at him, your accent thickened with alcohol. “Ah think, we should adopt oor brilliant elf-guy herrre. Witt thes, I name ye Hobbit of honorrr.” And you poured your beer over his head. Elijah laughed himself under his old wooden chair and I just couldn’t hold my head up anymore. It crashed onto the table and I giggled till I felt tears of laughter stream down my face.
When I finally looked up again, Lighe still hadn’t struggled his way back up and Orli was sitting there, not knowing if he should be proud or pissed. His impression must’ve been priceless, if only I had seen it. But I just had eyes for you. I had gotten to know you so well during the last weeks, we had become close like brothers, closer even, than I had ever been with my real brother. I had almost forgotten my emotions for you through all our joking and fooling around, but now you gave me a look I had never seen on you before. Green eyes dark with something I couldn’t explain, not a smile on your face at all though I was sure you had been laughing when you had soaked Orlando.
This was the moment it hit me with all its power. I just couldn’t stay at this table anymore, I had to be for myself, just a few moments, so I mumbled some lame excuse about having to go to the bathroom and off I were.
When the door with the little white man slammed shut behind me, I leaned my hands on the sink and stared at myself in the mirror. “This can’t be happening.” I said aloud to myself, causing another man I hadn’t even noticed to shoot me a strange look on his way out. This pulled me back into reality for a second while carefully checking that no one else was in there, before I went back to the sink. “Oh, come on, you strange old perv, you know it’s not like that. You’re straight, remember? You just haven’t had a girl for a long time. All you need is a good fuck to get you back to earth.” I told my reflection but seeing my own impression, I knew this was a lie. With a sigh I let myself slip down the wall, sitting on the cold tiles of the restroom, arms on my knees and staring at the ceiling. “No use denying it, Dom, you’re in love with him. Yes, you fuckin’ love that bloke...” I wispered to myself and for a second, the thought scared the life out of me, but the next moment I was up on my feet again. It just felt so...right. One last time I looked into the mirror, mouthing “I love you, Billy”, just to see, what this looked like, before I walked back to our table...back to you.
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I just finished this series but, alas...won't be able to post more until at least sunday...but theeeeen...you'll get what you desire ;o)
Glad you enjoyed it!
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Sorry it took a few more days but...you can start breathing again. I'm posting part 2 to my journal now and afterwards it'll be here ;o)
Thanks so much for your patience...hope you like it ;o)