TITLE: On Words AUTHOR: veuki RATING: PG-13 FANDOM: lotrips PAIRING: Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. I don't own anyone. This never happened. SUMMARY: Viggo reflects.
"Havo dad, Legolas, before you hurt yourself." You knew he wouldn't, though. because when Orli slipped into Elf-mode, as people were fond of calling it, he was invincible, untouchable. Everyone sitting contentedly at the table had burst into laughter, and if you squinted you thought you could see Orli's middle finger like a pale beacon against the night.
That's lovely. And this...
You wondered if someone threw a knife at you if you would still be able to hit it. You didn't know and that frightened you.
...as well as this...
But you're not home, and you don't pick up.
He lets it ring.
...is heartbreaking. What are you doing to me, girl? This was so beautiful but bitter to read. There were so many chances, like with the contacts, when Orlando was pretending to sleep in the car, when he called and called, but none of them came to be, and it just so sad.
Nice, though. And so well done.
Thank you for this, Miss Jane. You know I treasure everything you write, but the Viggorli makes me especially happysad.
I loved how this was in the second person. There are so few stories these days that aren't some sort of Mary Sue, Choose Your Own Adventure second person fics out there, and so few of those stories are as well-written or thought out as this one. I think one of my favorite parts, aside from the underlying pain that's so artfully laced through this, is that you've not made Orlando the last person Viggo meets. Again, going against the fanon grain, he's the first and the fic brings all of this together by starting and ending with him. Wonderful job, veuki and I encourage you to keep writing. =)
Oh, this was beautiful. I'm thrilled to read a new story by you! The first thing that really struck me was how very young Orlando seems...not immature, but realistically young and full of wonder. It's clearly him through Viggo's eyes, growing and changing as a person over time. The hints of patience and the beginnings of wisdom beneath youthful exuberance...and the layers of Viggo's character, which we can only see in glimpses as he talks about Orlando. The pain of a not-quite-relationship that could have been something tremendous. Thank you so much for sharing this.
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That's lovely. And this...
You wondered if someone threw a knife at you if you would still be able to hit it. You didn't know and that frightened you.
...as well as this...
But you're not home, and you don't pick up.
He lets it ring.
...is heartbreaking. What are you doing to me, girl? This was so beautiful but bitter to read. There were so many chances, like with the contacts, when Orlando was pretending to sleep in the car, when he called and called, but none of them came to be, and it just so sad.
Nice, though. And so well done.
Thank you for this, Miss Jane. You know I treasure everything you write, but the Viggorli makes me especially happysad.
*sniffle*
You're the best
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Lovely. The last paragraph is... wow
Great work.
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