TITLE: Pretty Good Year (18/22)
AUTHOR: Elizabeth (sef7881@aol.com)
PAIRING: Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Premieres and roleplaying romps (Orli's POV)
FEEDBACK: Please! I'm a total whore for it
WARNINGS: Roleplaying, bondage, mild Arwen-bashing (all in good fun)
DISCLAIMER: I made this all up in my *crazy* little head. It's
completely untrue
ARCHIVE: I'd be honored, just let me know where it's going
DATE WRITTEN: October 29th, 2003
New Zealand means so much to me. The country is stunningly beautiful,
the people are unfailingly nice, and the sheep are fluffy. It's where
I met people who would become some of my closest friends, and where I had
some of the most insane, outrageous experiences of my life, like losing
my virginity -- well, the one that really counts. Not to mention
that every time I think of New Zealand, I think of Viggo; after all, that's
where we met and fell in love.
There's also the matter of a film trilogy, which was the original reason
I came to New Zealand. It was a journey that began for me back in
the spring of 1999 when I first auditioned for the role of Faramir before
being cast as Legolas. After coming to Wellington later that year,
I began day after day and month after month of making three incredible
movies based on a brilliant work of literature. Seriously, how lucky
could a bloke just out of drama school get?
Now, more than four years later, the 'Lord of the Rings' journey is
ending. I'm not exaggerating -- I'm back in New Zealand for the Wellington
premiere of 'Return of the King'. Once all the premieres are finished,
once the press blitzes are through, once the awards have (*hopefully*)
been handed out, and the DVD commentary has been recorded, it will all
be over and we'll keep moving on with our careers and lives.
Okay, so I can keep this all in perspective. After all, it's
not as if this means I have to break off the incredible relationships that
I have with my 'Rings' family. And it *is* just a movie, albeit one
(it really feels like one, not three) that changed my life. So while
it's sad in a way that this is the end of the onscreen 'Rings' world, I'll
always be able to look back on it with a huge smile on my face.
But it's not over just yet, signified by the fact that seemingly every
single person who worked on the final installment of the trilogy has gathered
here for its world premiere. After this, the entire cast will be
doing a premiere tour that takes us to Wellington, London, New York, and
Los Angeles; we're even having a premiere in Denmark that will be attended
by the Queen. It's time for the publicity mega-machine to start rolling
again, and since I'm even more recognizable than I was when the first two
films were released, God only knows how insane this will get. And
of course, I'll enjoy every minute of it.
Right now, I'm practically bouncing on the edge of the bed in my hotel
room as I wait for Viggo to finish getting ready in *his* hotel room and
get his bum over here so he can pick me up and escort me to the premiere.
The outfit I'm wearing tonight was selected so that I'd look especially
appealing to my man; it's a very simple combination of black trousers and
a brown lightweight sweater that matches my eyes. I happen to know
that Viggo adores that sweater, not in the least because it hugs my chest
in all the right places, and hopefully this will inspire some lovely shagging
later on tonight.
There's a knock at the door! Viggo's here! "I'm coming!"
I exclaim, bounding off of the bed and running to throw the door open.
"Oh, it's you," I sigh in disappointment as I see Billy standing there.
"Is that any way to greet your favorite Scotsman? I think not!"
he says indignantly. Pushing his way past me with surprising strength,
he walks into the room and sits down in one of the chairs. "Tell
me, were you expecting someone else? Someone named Viggo, perhaps?"
"Not that it's any of your business, but yes. And what are you
doing here? Shouldn't you be getting ready for the premiere?"
"I am ready," he tells me, gesturing to his kilt. "I'm killing
time by bothering you."
"Thanks for being so considerate."
"Don't mention it."
Another knock at the door sends me flying to see if Viggo has arrived.
But when I open the door, I find two more hobbits standing there instead.
"What the hell?" I ask with a roll of my eyes. "Is there a sign on
my door that says 'Hobbit Hole'?"
"No," Dom laughs as he and Lij join Billy in my room. "We just
felt like bugging you for a few minutes. But there is a sign on your
arse that says 'Viggo's Hole'."
"Stupid git," I growl playfully, a blush creeping up on my cheeks.
"Wait, but it's technically Orli's hole," Lij says, ever the helpful
one. "It's not Viggo's."
"True," Billy says with a devilish grin. "But Viggo often uses
that hole for their mutual enjoyment.
"Stop talking about my hole!" I exclaim, provoking the predictable
rounds of laughter and making my face turn even more crimson. "Why
do you guys always feel the need to tease me like this?"
"Because it's easy and fun," Dom explains cheerfully.
Another knock on the door prevents him from going into further detail,
and I pray fervently that this time it really *is* Viggo standing outside
the room. My prayers are answered. He's standing there looking
absolutely scrumptious in a purplish-gray silk shirt that accents his eyes
perfectly, and his black slacks are nearly identical to mine; I'm sure
that some of those rabid fans who are dedicated to proving (correctly)
that we're together will pick up on that little fact. The perfect
touch is his hair, which is short and very blonde. Yes, he is one
sexy bitch.
"Hi there," I say, giving him an idiotic little wave.
"Hey. You look great." His eyes look me up and down, making
me shiver a little. It's so wonderful that after all this time, he
still like to check me out as if this were our first date.
"You don't look so bad yourself," I say with a grin. "I knew
that shirt would look smashing on you."
"Are you two getting mushy already?" Lij teases, popping around me
out into the hallway.
"I see you invited the three stooges," Viggo remarks dryly as Billy
and Dom also dart out of my room.
"They invited *themselves* over," I tell him, grabbing my wallet and
hotel key before I shut the door. "I was waiting for you to pick
me up."
"Sorry I'm late. It took me a long time to find my socks," he
says sheepishly.
"Hey Viggo, I like your pants," Billy snickers. "They look identical
to Orli's, though."
"Aww, the lovebirds are wearing matching trousers," Dom coos as we
enter the empty lift. "If that's not sweet, I don't know what is."
Viggo shakes his head and grins. "You know, our cat is more mature
than the three of you."
"And I wouldn't trust them alone with a vibrator anymore than I'd trust
Pokey with one," I whisper to Viggo. He starts cracking up and three
hobbits look at us suspiciously.
"What? What are you talking about?" Lij demands. "It's
about me, isn't it?"
"Honestly?" I laugh as the lift reaches the lobby. "Don't ask."
*****
"The entire sequence with the Paths of the Dead was breathtaking,"
I hear Viggo saying as I walk over to where he's standing with Fran and
John. "It's always amazing to see how something like that develops
from dailies to the finished product."
"I thought that you were tremendous in the scene with Miranda where
Aragorn has to tell Eowyn that they have separate destinies," John tells
Viggo. Yes, Viggo was definitely amazing in this film. I mean,
everybody was amazing, but he was absolutely inspiring.
"Thank you," Viggo says sincerely. "That was an incredibly difficult
scene to shoot. Miranda was flawless when we were filming, and that
helped me so much."
Fran catches sight of me sidling up behind Viggo and grins widely,
which tips my boyfriend off to turn around. Damn, I really wanted
to pounce," I grumble, feigning annoyance.
"I'm sure you get plenty of other opportunities to do that," John teases
me.
"Orli, I'd ask you what you thought of the film, but I could hear you
raving about it from halfway across the room," Fran laughs.
"Oh, it was *unbelievable*!" I exclaim. "Especially anytime this
guy was onscreen." I gesture to Viggo, making him grin and blush
a little.
"Yeah, he was really something else," Fran agrees with a smile, making
my impossibly modest boyfriend blush and grin.
"And Orlando, you were terrific," John adds. "You are the epitome
of the perfect elf."
"Um, thanks." I feel myself turn a bit red at the praise.
"It was very difficult to concentrate during my scenes with a certain someone,
since I always wanted to be checking out his bum." I deliberately
keep Viggo's name out of it, since there are plenty of studio executives
and reporters at the party.
"You're crazy," Viggo laughs, looking at me with open adoration.
"I'm in love," I shrug. "The two go hand in hand."
"Indeed they do," Fran agrees.
"Anyway, I'm going to head back to the hotel in a few minutes.
I'll see you guys tomorrow, okay?" Translation: Viggo, come to my
hotel room soon. That way we can have fun together and fall asleep
in each other's arms.
"Alright, Orlando," Fran says with a quick wink. "Have a good
night."
"I'm sure he will," John teases.
I quickly duck away before Viggo can add to the teasing, but I see
him grinning madly at me as I retreat into the crowd. He already
knows what I have planned for tonight, and he's looking forward to it as
much as I am. After all, there's no better way to end a night of
attending a premiere than with some nice roleplaying sex -- and this time,
I came up with what I think is a *very* nice scenario for the Prince of
Mirkwood and the newly coronated King of Gondor. Now if I can just
make my way through the throngs of nice people so I can get back to the
hotel . . .
*****
Okay, everything's ready. My shoes and socks are off, the curtains
are closed, the lights are dimmed, and the anticipation is high.
And right on time, I hear a knock on my door. Wow, I'm amazed that
Viggo was able to get out of that party so quickly; everyone wanted to
get a piece of him after seeing his performance in the film. Well,
too bad for them. He's here now, and I'm the only one who gets a
piece of him. In fact, I get *all* of him.
"Who is it?" I ask, just in case some insane fan is standing on the
other side of the door.
"King Elessar of Gondor," comes the solemn reply.
I open the door and Viggo quickly scurries into the room, still looking
ridiculously delicious. At some point, he undid the top button on
his shirt so that I can see a few wisps of chest hair peeking out and taunting
me. That shirt needs to come off now, along with all the rest of
his clothes.
"Thank you for coming to my chambers, Elessar," I say in my Legolas
accent and cadence, immediately realizing how long it's been since I've
spoken like the elf.
"Legolas, for how many years have we known each other?" Viggo asks
in his gentle-Aragorn voice. "Please call me by the name you've always
used for me."
"You mean I can call you Honey Pie?" I tease.
"Sure, why not?" he laughs.
"I'm only joking, Aragorn. My sweet Aragorn. My love."
I crush my mouth over his, kissing him firmly and following through on
my resolution to take off his clothes. His shirt is quickly unbuttoned
and pulled off, and my hands make quick work of the fly on his trousers.
"Gods, Legolas . . . you are certainly in a hurry tonight," Viggo gasps
as I cup his cock through the layers of fabric.
"I want you naked and on the bed *now*," I growl. Yes, Legolas
can growl.
"A Prince giving orders to a King?" he asks with mock-offense.
"How about a beautiful elf giving orders to his lover? Strip,
o haughty Elessar. Otherwise, there will be no ravishing for you
tonight."
Viggo grins and complies, getting out of his clothes in almost record
time before going to lie spread-eagle on the bed. Damn, why didn't
I pack a camera to capture *that* sight? I slowly pull of my own
clothes, smiling as I see his eyes zeroed in on my every move, his cock
swelling further as my last piece of clothing falls away. "You're
so beautiful," he says softly, and for a moment I'm not sure if he's saying
that as Viggo or Aragorn.
"Stop trying to sweet-talk me," I mumble, blushing deeply. "Now,
I have a special surprise for you, Aragorn my love. I think you'll
find it most enjoyable."
I pick up the small bag of 'necessary objects' for tonight's roleplaying
before sashaying over to the bed. Placing the bag on the bedside
table, I capture my boyfriend's mouth for another deep kiss so I can distract
him enough to fish out the restraints and attach them to his wrists.
Sure enough, he's too engrossed in our liplock to notice that I'm tying
him to the bed until it's too late.
"Legolas?!" Viggo squeaks, reflexively jerking away from the bed only
to find that he can't go anywhere.
"Elven rope," I explain simply, trying like hell to keep a straight
face. "I nicked some from Galadriel's stash."
"But why--"
"That's what you get for marrying Arwen, you bloody git!"
"Bloody git?" he laughs. Okay, so maybe that wasn't the right
insult to use when channeling elven rage.
"Really, how could you do that, Aragorn?" I continue. "She's
your foster-sister, for the Valar's sake! And I know that she's beautiful,
but she's not exactly the sharpest sword in the armory, if you get my drift.
After all, we've been together for more than fifty years and she's never
caught on! Not to mention that her personality is about as exciting
as lembas."
"Leggy my dear, we discussed this," Viggo says calmly, amusement still
playing at the corners of his mouth. "Elrond said that I had to take
a Queen. Although why I ever took the advice of a man wearing a tiara
is beyond me."
"But you don't need a Queen! I could be your Prince Consort!
Besides, do you really want to be with Arwen? Can she kiss you like
I just did? Can she please you like I do? I doubt it.
So here's the deal: if after what I do to you tonight, you don't feel like
there's anything left between us, stay with your boring new bride and rule
your mortals. I'll go off with Gimli and fight bad guys. But
if you want me to stick around after tonight, give Arwen the boot and we'll
live happily ever after. It's a win-win situation for you.
Got it?"
"And I'll get ravished either way, right?" Viggo asks hopefully, his
hard cock straining against his stomach.
"Of course. Do you think I'd give up an opportunity to make love
to you? And don't answer that; it's a rhetorical question."
"I'd hope that you're still hungry for my manflesh," he quips.
"I'm always hungry for your manflesh, Aragorn." I run a finger
up the length of his cock before collecting some precome from the head
and then bringing it up to my mouth so I can taste the sticky fluid.
"Mmm, delicious," I decree. "I think I need to taste you some more."
He moans softly as I lean down to retrace the path of my finger with
my tongue, licking a line up the underside of his erection until I reach
the head which is still trickling precome. I twirl my tongue around
the slit and wrap my lips around the thick shaft, starting to diligently
suck on him. Looking up, my breath momentarily catches at the sight
of Viggo tied to the headboard and gazing down mesmerized at me while I
do this to him. I very slowly start to slide more of his cock into
my mouth, never breaking eye contact with him.
"Legolas, don't tease," he pleads. Wow, what an actor.
He's able to stay in character even when getting a blow job. I pull
off of his cock, chuckling at his groan of dismay.
"Relax, Aragorn. I have something else in mind for us."
I reach over for the bag and fetch the lube from it. He grins widely
when he sees the small tube, then spreads his legs even wider.
"My sweet elf Prince," Viggo says as I slick my fingers with lube.
"Please do not make me wait. I need you to make love to me this minute!"
"Is the king of men begging?" I laugh, sliding a finger in and shivering
at his breathless sigh.
"Yes," he gasps. "Legolas, I beg of you -- ravish me!"
"Oh, but I'm changing the terms of our agreement now." Adding
another finger, I start to pump them in and out so I can open him up.
"I'll only ravish you if you agree to split up with Arwen. I know
that you just married her yesterday, but that elf hussy has to go.
*I'm* the one you love."
"Yes, you're the one I love -- aah!" Viggo yelps as I scissor
my fingers over his prostate. "I promise to leave Arwen! For
the sake of the Valar, just fuck me!" It's not quite the language
that Tolkien would have used, but it's good enough for me.
Once my erection is suitably coated with lube, I position myself and
push into his arse. "Oh, Aragorn," I hiss as I sink into velvety
tightness.
"Legolas," Viggo whimpers, arching up to meet me.
As I cover his mouth with mine for a kiss, I bury my cock completely
in him. He responds by crying out into the kiss and wrapping his
legs around me, drawing me impossibly closer. I start making shallow
thrusts into his body, working to hit his prostate while my mouth moves
over to one of his ears, nipping and sucking at the lobe. "You are
so beautiful, Estel," I murmur.
"Nay, *you* are the beauty, Legolas," he tells me as I thrust a little
faster. "Ah . . . your pace has quickened," Viggo teases.
"Indeed, I make love as if the very whips of my master were behind
me," I manage to say.
"You don't have a master," he reminds me. "And please don't bring
whips into our sex life, Legolas."
"I won't," I laugh, thrusting even harder into the unbearable tightness
of my lover's body. "Just promise that you belong to me."
"I swear that you're the only elf I want. If by my life or death
I can kiss you, I will. You have my ass."
"And what a lovely arse it is," I pant.
Instead of some kind of a smart-aleck remark, Viggo simply moans throatily
when another one of my thrusts hits his prostate. God, those moans
drive me wild. Our insane repartee has faded, replaced by the sounds
of skin hitting skin, gasps, moans, and kisses. My lips touch him
every place they can -- his neck, his mouth, his cheek, his chin, his brow
-- and each kiss elicits something between a sigh and a gasp.
I capture his tongue and suck on it while continuing to plunge into
his body, one of my hands trailing lightly over his chest just enough to
drive him mad. Finding one of his hard nipples, I take it between
my fingers and tweak it gently, causing him to groan and buck his hips
slightly. His neglected erection is trapped between our stomachs,
throbbing with heat and leaking moisture; distracted by its presence, my
fiingers skip down his body and capture the weeping cock in its grasp.
"Fuck, oh fuck," Viggo chants as he pulls his mouth from my own.
"We must move on; we cannot linger," I say breathlessly, speeding up
my pace even further as I begin to wank him.
Viggo pulls against the restraints when he bucks up against me, and
I find myself captivated by the flex of his muscles. Leaning down,
I lick a trail up his neck and then dip my tongue into the cleft of his
chin before claiming his mouth for a kiss. A few seconds later, there's
a splash of hot liquid on my hand and stomach. His body clamps down
on me and I can feel the onset of my own climax even as I keep thrusting.
Sure enough, I only last for another minute or so before my orgasm hits
and I come inside of him.
I slowly manage to catch my breath as I come back down to reality,
my cock slipping out of him when I reach up to undo the restraints.
He lets out a sigh as his arms flop down on the mattress, then smiles at
me. "That was *so* much fun," he chuckles.
"Yeah, and I remember that you thought I was insane the first time
I even came up with the idea for roleplaying," I remind him as I reach
into the supply bag for the final necessary item: wet naps with which to
clean us up.
"That's because you shocked me by actually stealing your costume and
wearing it in our bedroom," he snorts.
"And yet you still made love to me anyway."
"Well, I'll take any chance I can get to make love to you," he says
with a grin.
"It's going to be so weird now that we can't do any more elf-ranger
sex," I sigh, tossing the soiled wet-naps into the rubbish bin. "We'll
have to come up with some other roleplaying to indulge in once in a while.
My vote still lies with 'G.I. Jane'."
"What is it with you and roleplaying?" Viggo laughs, pulling me into
his arms for a tight embrace.
"Come on, think of the fun we could have if we played out that scenario."
"What if we did 'Pirates of the Caribbean' roleplaying?" he challenges.
"I could be a Danish pirate marooned on an island with Will Turner."
"Oh, dear God," I snort. "That would be classic. Will would
freak out the moment he saw your huge cock." Viggo blushes deeply
at my somewhat tactless comment. "But I'll just miss doing the Aragorn-Legolas
stuff. It's been so fun."
"Orli, just because the movies have all been released doesn't mean
that we can *never* do this again," he tells me. "I'm sure that we're
crazy enough to do this for a fifth time at some point. Because no
matter how many years go by, I know that 'Lord of the Rings' is never going
to leave us. It was something that changed our lives, it was how
we met, and it was an unbelievable, indelible experience. It'll always
be with us."
"Yeah, that's true. We have the tattoos to prove it." He
smiles and I brush back an errant lock of his hair. "Not to mention
that I have an incredible boyfriend as the best memento of all."
"I'm your souvenir?" he laughs.
"Yup. I got a career, a tattoo, and a filthy human out of the
fifteen months in New Zealand. I think the third one is the most
important."
"I would hope so," he says, smiling brilliantly and leaning in for
a soft kiss.
"You're right to say that the film will always be with us, Vig.
You'll always be my filthy human," I tell him softly.
"And you'll always be my elf boy," Viggo murmurs. I grin as he
kisses me again, realizing I can't get any luckier than that.
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