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lady-adrian.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2004-06-04 06:57 pm
First Post in Community.
Hope y'all like it. It isn't my first, but you can find a bunch of my other stuff on Mirrormere. ^^
Fic Title: Perspective and Stars
Author's Name: Lady Logan
Email: akiross613@hotmail.com
Rating: PG
Pairing: Viggo/Orli
Genre: RPS/Humour
Warnings: Really lame humour
Feedback: Ah, feed me. Or my inbox may have to start eating my neighbours.
Summary: “Why are you under that table?” asked Billy, tossing a balled up piece of paper at the crazy elf.
Disclaimer: DON’T SUE ME! I PROMISE I’LL BE GOOD! NOT THE MARY SUES! NOOOOO!
_ooo00ooo_
Orlando sat underneath the small table in the trailer. Everything was tilted in his view, because he was just a tad too tall, and his head had to be nearly resting on his shoulder for him to fit under the table in the first place.
“Why are you under that table?” asked Billy, tossing a balled up piece of paper at the crazy elf.
“No reason. Just wanted...a different perspective.”
Billy paused, and blinked. He muttered and stalked over to the phone.
“Do you have the number for the loony bin, by any chance?” he asked.
“Oi, now that ain’t fair, Bills.” Orli protested. He scrambled out from under the table, and bumped his head on the corner in the process. Cursing, he stood, his neck and back popping and snapping as he straightened.
“Oh, ew. Orli, mate, don’t do that.”
Dom stood in the doorway, pulling horrified faces. Orli sniggered. He lifted his hands, so that Dom could see, and cracked his knuckles. The hobbit yelped, and covered his ears.
“Man, you know I hate that!” he yelled. “What were you doin’ anyway?”
Billy chuckled. “Orli was trying something new. He was under that table not two minutes ago.”
“You should try the closet, man. It’s more your type.”
Orlando folded his arms and smirked. Behind him, Billy guffawed, grabbing the counter with one hand to right himself. Orli spun and flipped him the bird.
“Lij and me are just about to go to the pub. Wanna come?”
“Sure.” Billy said, walking to the door, giving the death-glare-throwing elf a wide berth.
“Orli?”
“Not tonight. I’ve got something else to do.”
“Sure it ain’t SOMEONE to do?” Dom grinned.
“Oooh. Someone’s jealous the elf isn’t screwing them.” Viggo entered the already crowded trailer and looked pointedly at Orlando. “Got your coat?”
Orli grinned, grabbed the offending item and skipped over, rattling the entire trailer. He put on a show of kissing Viggo firmly, then taking his arm and bouncing out. The door slammed behind them.
“Well, that was unexpected.” Dom said. Billy grinned.
“Actually, it wasn’t. You owe me fifty.”
_ooo00ooo_
Fic Title: Perspective and Stars
Author's Name: Lady Logan
Email: akiross613@hotmail.com
Rating: PG
Pairing: Viggo/Orli
Genre: RPS/Humour
Warnings: Really lame humour
Feedback: Ah, feed me. Or my inbox may have to start eating my neighbours.
Summary: “Why are you under that table?” asked Billy, tossing a balled up piece of paper at the crazy elf.
Disclaimer: DON’T SUE ME! I PROMISE I’LL BE GOOD! NOT THE MARY SUES! NOOOOO!
_ooo00ooo_
Orlando sat underneath the small table in the trailer. Everything was tilted in his view, because he was just a tad too tall, and his head had to be nearly resting on his shoulder for him to fit under the table in the first place.
“Why are you under that table?” asked Billy, tossing a balled up piece of paper at the crazy elf.
“No reason. Just wanted...a different perspective.”
Billy paused, and blinked. He muttered and stalked over to the phone.
“Do you have the number for the loony bin, by any chance?” he asked.
“Oi, now that ain’t fair, Bills.” Orli protested. He scrambled out from under the table, and bumped his head on the corner in the process. Cursing, he stood, his neck and back popping and snapping as he straightened.
“Oh, ew. Orli, mate, don’t do that.”
Dom stood in the doorway, pulling horrified faces. Orli sniggered. He lifted his hands, so that Dom could see, and cracked his knuckles. The hobbit yelped, and covered his ears.
“Man, you know I hate that!” he yelled. “What were you doin’ anyway?”
Billy chuckled. “Orli was trying something new. He was under that table not two minutes ago.”
“You should try the closet, man. It’s more your type.”
Orlando folded his arms and smirked. Behind him, Billy guffawed, grabbing the counter with one hand to right himself. Orli spun and flipped him the bird.
“Lij and me are just about to go to the pub. Wanna come?”
“Sure.” Billy said, walking to the door, giving the death-glare-throwing elf a wide berth.
“Orli?”
“Not tonight. I’ve got something else to do.”
“Sure it ain’t SOMEONE to do?” Dom grinned.
“Oooh. Someone’s jealous the elf isn’t screwing them.” Viggo entered the already crowded trailer and looked pointedly at Orlando. “Got your coat?”
Orli grinned, grabbed the offending item and skipped over, rattling the entire trailer. He put on a show of kissing Viggo firmly, then taking his arm and bouncing out. The door slammed behind them.
“Well, that was unexpected.” Dom said. Billy grinned.
“Actually, it wasn’t. You owe me fifty.”
_ooo00ooo_