Contact (SB/VM)
Apr. 16th, 2003 09:11 amTitle: Contact
Author: Kris (ribby@agliodbs.com)
Fandom: LOTRiPS
Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: PG
Summary: The line between fiction and reality is so easily blurred
Archive: Rugbytackle, Green Opals, anyone else please ask.
Feedback: Oh please, yes. Here or to ribby@agliodbs.com
Thanks to
lannamichaels for quick and helpful beta.
Notes: This started off life as a double drabble...but somehow it became a ficlet when the boys wouldn't shut up.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never happened, likely never will.
1. Moria
Aragorn watches in horror as the cave troll swipes at Boromir like a cat with a mouse, sending him flying into the wall with an audible thud. He can spare only a moment, fighting with half his attention--but a moment is enough, and Boromir pulls himself to his feet.
Boromir shakes his head to settle the ringing in his skull, then catches his captain's eye-quickly, and only once, but enough. Aragorn nods, shortly. He is well enough, if not truly well, and when all this is done, there will be healing needed...and Boromir throws himself back into the fray.
2. New Zealand
They'd done several takes, and although Sean wasn't the one flung into that wall for every take, they needed a few to establish his facial reaction. And even foam rock hurts after the fifth time.
Viggo hisses in sympathy when Sean eases Boromir's tunic off--his side and one half of his back is black and blue from bruising. And though he's out of costume completely, Aragorn hasn't left him yet--"the hands of a king are the hands of a healer," he mutters under his breath. Sean hears him, and turns, slowly, "What're you muttering about?" Viggo repeats it, louder, and slowly, gently, traces the bruises.
And perhaps the hands of a king are the hands of a healer after all--for when Viggo touches him, the world and the pain it carries fades away...and he is whole once more.
Author: Kris (ribby@agliodbs.com)
Fandom: LOTRiPS
Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: PG
Summary: The line between fiction and reality is so easily blurred
Archive: Rugbytackle, Green Opals, anyone else please ask.
Feedback: Oh please, yes. Here or to ribby@agliodbs.com
Thanks to
Notes: This started off life as a double drabble...but somehow it became a ficlet when the boys wouldn't shut up.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never happened, likely never will.
1. Moria
Aragorn watches in horror as the cave troll swipes at Boromir like a cat with a mouse, sending him flying into the wall with an audible thud. He can spare only a moment, fighting with half his attention--but a moment is enough, and Boromir pulls himself to his feet.
Boromir shakes his head to settle the ringing in his skull, then catches his captain's eye-quickly, and only once, but enough. Aragorn nods, shortly. He is well enough, if not truly well, and when all this is done, there will be healing needed...and Boromir throws himself back into the fray.
2. New Zealand
They'd done several takes, and although Sean wasn't the one flung into that wall for every take, they needed a few to establish his facial reaction. And even foam rock hurts after the fifth time.
Viggo hisses in sympathy when Sean eases Boromir's tunic off--his side and one half of his back is black and blue from bruising. And though he's out of costume completely, Aragorn hasn't left him yet--"the hands of a king are the hands of a healer," he mutters under his breath. Sean hears him, and turns, slowly, "What're you muttering about?" Viggo repeats it, louder, and slowly, gently, traces the bruises.
And perhaps the hands of a king are the hands of a healer after all--for when Viggo touches him, the world and the pain it carries fades away...and he is whole once more.
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Date: 2003-04-16 09:49 am (UTC)And I especially like the last line, because it blends Boromir and Sean (and Aragorn and Viggo) together, in a way... and I get A/B and S/V all in one! Yay! :D
*cuddles bruised!Sean* Hush, sweetie... I'm sure Viggo'll kiss it better now... ;)
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Date: 2003-04-16 09:51 am (UTC)Thanks, Cinzia...and I'm glad the last line worked. That's always the hardest part.
~Kris
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Date: 2003-04-16 10:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-16 11:30 am (UTC)~Kris
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Date: 2003-04-16 11:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-16 11:32 am (UTC)Thanks for the praise--it's very appreciated!
~Kris
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Date: 2003-04-16 12:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-16 01:24 pm (UTC)~Kris
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Date: 2003-04-16 12:37 pm (UTC)*S*
I really liked the blurredness of this ficlet. Very sweet and simple. Like all the best things in life.
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Date: 2003-04-16 01:26 pm (UTC)Love your icon, btw...*giggle*
~Kris
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Date: 2003-04-16 01:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-16 01:49 pm (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed it!
~Kris
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Date: 2003-04-16 07:58 pm (UTC)PS...Cinza...Can I help Vig kiss Sean better? Just this once? I promise not to bite. Much.
Re: Wonderful
Date: 2003-04-16 08:38 pm (UTC)Glad you enjoyed!
~Kris
PS. Hey! Leave some of Sean for the rest of us! *grin*
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Date: 2003-04-17 08:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-17 08:37 am (UTC)~Kris
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Date: 2003-04-21 07:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-21 11:47 am (UTC)Thanks, and I'm glad you liked it!
~Kris
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Date: 2003-04-22 02:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-22 06:47 am (UTC)~Kris