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fellowshippers2004-05-24 11:54 pm
dear-prudence.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2004-05-24 11:54 pm
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Author: esso
Pairing: Viggorli
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I made it up.
In the cold again, somewhere high up and beautiful, Viggo watched with some amusement as Peter, gesticulating wildly, set the scene for the next shot. He could feel Orli laughing silently beside him - they were sitting close enough for their arms to rest lightly together. The man in the shorts went on:
"You've all been walking for days here - that needs to be evident on everyone's faces, in everyone's posture. Your packs are heavy, you're dirty, smelly and fucking tired - obviously that doesn't include Legolas, Orlando, you just need to look determined and pretty."
"Oh dear, how will you manage that," Viggo muttered. Orli poked his tongue out at him and grinned.
Viggo tut tutted, "You really should be getting into character. Elves don't poke their tongues out at people - it's not dignified."
"Speak for yourself - I don't think Aragorn would flirt so shamelessly with Legolas."
"You obviously didn't read the same Tolkein as I did - the strider and the elf were totally fucking."
"Do you think you might have the wrong elf?"
"Nope."
Orli licked his lips - this, Viggo knew, was an involuntary action, it was something Orli did whenever he was lost for words, or when he was nervous or shy. Viggo was an expert on Orli's little idiosyncrasies - he knew that when Orli wasn't telling the whole truth he scratched behind his left ear, when he was exchited he pressed his hands together and waved them around, and when he was thinking deeply about something he would curl his hair around his forefinger. He loved all these little things. Orli had turned his attention back to Peter, and Viggo took a moment to soak this image in - Orli sat beside him, a bright green bandanna covering his silvery elf hair. His lips glistened slightly in the morning light and Viggo was gripped by an almost overwhelming desire to lean over and bite that beautiful bottom lip, to pin Orli down right there on the grass, and kiss him hard... but he resisted that temptation, and allowed himself instead to rest his head on the beautiful boys shoulder, and wait.
Pairing: Viggorli
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I made it up.
In the cold again, somewhere high up and beautiful, Viggo watched with some amusement as Peter, gesticulating wildly, set the scene for the next shot. He could feel Orli laughing silently beside him - they were sitting close enough for their arms to rest lightly together. The man in the shorts went on:
"You've all been walking for days here - that needs to be evident on everyone's faces, in everyone's posture. Your packs are heavy, you're dirty, smelly and fucking tired - obviously that doesn't include Legolas, Orlando, you just need to look determined and pretty."
"Oh dear, how will you manage that," Viggo muttered. Orli poked his tongue out at him and grinned.
Viggo tut tutted, "You really should be getting into character. Elves don't poke their tongues out at people - it's not dignified."
"Speak for yourself - I don't think Aragorn would flirt so shamelessly with Legolas."
"You obviously didn't read the same Tolkein as I did - the strider and the elf were totally fucking."
"Do you think you might have the wrong elf?"
"Nope."
Orli licked his lips - this, Viggo knew, was an involuntary action, it was something Orli did whenever he was lost for words, or when he was nervous or shy. Viggo was an expert on Orli's little idiosyncrasies - he knew that when Orli wasn't telling the whole truth he scratched behind his left ear, when he was exchited he pressed his hands together and waved them around, and when he was thinking deeply about something he would curl his hair around his forefinger. He loved all these little things. Orli had turned his attention back to Peter, and Viggo took a moment to soak this image in - Orli sat beside him, a bright green bandanna covering his silvery elf hair. His lips glistened slightly in the morning light and Viggo was gripped by an almost overwhelming desire to lean over and bite that beautiful bottom lip, to pin Orli down right there on the grass, and kiss him hard... but he resisted that temptation, and allowed himself instead to rest his head on the beautiful boys shoulder, and wait.