The Two Mortal Men (3/?)
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rugbytackleTitle: The Two Mortal Men (3/?)
Pairing: VG/SB
Rating: G
Summary: Viggo finds Sean again. Then sees him.
Notes: Still unbetaed so sorry about that.
Viggo heard Sean's voice as soon as he entered the main room and was unable to stop the smile from spreading across his face.
He slowed his pace, hoping to catch him unawares. Only to have to bite back his laughter as he saw Sean wrestling with someone as the dressers ran around grabbing costumes out of harm's way.
"Watch my back!
"Funny how your back's never a problem when you're flinging yourself out a plane!"
"Sean Bean! Orlando Bloom! What on earth do you think you're doing to my costumes?"
Viggo rarely regretted he didn't have his camera handy more then now as the two men jumped away from each other. The looks on their faces as Ngila glared at them was priceless.
"Well?"
The two looked at each other, trying to come up with something, anything.
"We were....trying to-to"
"To make sure they would hold up during the fighting."
"Yeah, hold up during the fighting."
"They will hold up to the fighting well enough. What they might not hold up to is what I'll do to you."
"Ngila." Orlando walked to her, pure innocence on his face. "We're sorry, truly we are. And no harm done." He put his head on her shoulder. "Forgive us?"
Ngila sighed, looking up as if to ask the heavens what she had done to deserve this. "Everything that needed to be done on them finished?" she asked one of the dressers. At the answering nod she lightly boxed Orlando's ear, an indulgent smile tugging at her mouth. "Then the both of you off with the costumes and off with you." She caught sight of Viggo. "Shall I be having trouble with you as well?"
Viggo held up his hands. "Never would I dream of it."
"Smart man. The costume work alright with the sword? Good. Just leave it on the table there. Then you can escort the two children to anywhere but here for today." Her smile fought with her parting glare as she left.
"See what you did, you Southern softie."
"What I did? You Northern bastard." Orlando charged at Sean, only to be caught and slung over his shoulder.
"Viggo. Sorry I couldn't come around this morning." Sean walked toward him, a hard swat to Orlando's ass before dropping him to the floor. "Finally, I am not alone."
"Alone?"
Sean smiled. "We are the only two mortal Men amoungst Hobbits, Dwarves, wizards. And don't get me started on those Elves."
"Ah, the green eye of jealousy once again shows itself" Orlando got up. "And don't forget, Aragorn was brought up by the Elves." He held a hand out to Viggo. "Orlando, but everyone calls me Orli. Glad to have another to speak in civilized Elvish. Unlike those sons of Gondor." He punched Sean in the arm.
"Glad to meet you. And to have someone to practice Elvish with." Viggo smiled as he shook Orli's hand. He took his sword belt off, starting to place it on a table to change.
"You got your sword, then? Can I see it?" Sean pulled the sword from the scabbard. "Can you believe them? You should see my beauty. Fits in my hand like it was meant to be there. They letting you carry it around? Maybe I should. Naw, probably end up forgetting it somewhere."
Orli snorted. "Typical." He just managed to dodge Sean's grab, sticking his tongue out as he went a little ways to take off his costume.
Viggo sucked in a breath as he saw Orli's back. Sean looked up at the sound, and then glanced to where Viggo was looking. "A fall three stories up." He said softly. "Broke his back, told him he wouldn't walk again. Gets it operated on, then walks out hospital twelve days later on crutches. He talks readily about it. Won't shy away if you ask." He put the sword back in the scabbard and set it on the table. "Best get changed before Ngila comes back."
Viggo nodded, take care with his costume. When he was almost done something made him look up, his breath once again taken away.
Sean was undressing some five feet away. He had already changed into his jeans and was talking to Orli as he picked up his shirt. Viggo could feel an almost twitching in his hands. He had to....what? Paint? Touch?
"Got something on me?" Sean looked back at him.
"No." Viggo searched for an out. Then he saw Sean's arm. "I saw your tattoo, was trying to read it. 100% Blade?"
"Yeah." A smile slid across Sean's face. "Sheffield United. Nickname's-"
"Nickname's the Blades." Orli came over to Viggo. "Please don't get him started. Trust me on this."
"Watch it you." Sean mock growled. "Don't know how many of the matches going to be able to catch while I'm here. Definitely going to be a hardship missing them." He nodded in Orli's direction. "He's for Manchester United. Poor deluded lad. You follow football?"
"I lived in Argentina when I was young. Follow a team there, San Lorenzo." A half smile. "But can't say I like them enough to get a tattoo for them."
"But you do have one." Orli moved Viggo's arm so he could see it. "It's nice. Does it mean something?"
Viggo traced the lines. "I got it when my son was born. See, the H here is for him, Henry. Then this is an E for Exene, my
ex-wife. And my V."
Orli lifted his shirt. "I got a sun, had it done when I was 15. But there's not really a meaning behind it. Just kinda stood out from the others, you know."
By now Sean was finished dressing. "Viggo, I'll show you where we rent our cars from. Seeing ya later, Orli?"
"Sir- I mean Ian said to remind you that everyone was meeting for dinner and not to forget to bring me."
"Good thing. I had forgotten. And not a word out of you." He point to Orli. "You go off and remind the Hobbits.
***********************************
"You're dead serious? You're taking your sword with you to the restaurant."
"I called ahead and cleared it with them."
Sean laughed as they walked in, making their way to a back table where the most of the cast was waiting. He made the introductions and Viggo was surprised to find that there were real life bonds mirroring those in the script. Even as the four Hobbits sat together, it was obvious that Sean A and Elijah had a connection to each other that was echoed by the one shared by Billy and Dom. Orli was good naturedly arguing with John, and the two Ians were talking about their upcoming scenes.
Viggo moved to allow a server to pass by and when he looked back, he noticed that Sean was sitting a little bit away from the others. It wasn't enough to be noticed, unless you were used to judging distances in an instant while getting your camera ready. He realized that as Boromir, Sean had no natural bond with any of the others to start with. Finally, I am not alone. He shook his head, sure he was reading too much into something that wasn't there. But he moved his sword so it wasn't between them and watched him the rest of the meal.
The party broke up a couple of hours later, brought upon by the promise of lengthy makeup applications and early morning calls. Good nights were said and everyone drove off in their separate cars. It was sometime later before Viggo arrived at his house, driving slowly to familiarize himself with the roads. On the way he thought back to the restaurant.
The others had immediately put him at ease, offers of help coming from everyone for crash courses on what he had missed. There was already a real sense of camaraderie amougst the cast. Each had spoken briefly on how they saw their character's relationship to Aragorn and he was beginning to hear in his head how Aragorn should talk.
He also noticed Sean. Noticed how he joined in on the discussions when they were all talking together, but fell silent as each pair talked between themselves. Viggo made it a point to ask him questions then, about the horse riding and the sword play. What the shooting schedule was and generally how things were done on this set.
By now Viggo was home. Placing his sword on the kitchen table where he would be sure to see it in the morning, he quickly undressed and took a hot shower. Making sure his alarm was set, he turned out the lights and got into bed. He stared up at the ceiling for a few minutes, before throwing back the covers and digging in his bags for his sketch pad and pencil. A few more minutes, then he tossed the pad on the nightstand and went to sleep.
Viggo tried not to think too much when he was sketching. It was just a step up from doodling after all. So he didn't allow himself to wonder about the drawing. Why instead of the picture of Sean back in wardrobe, half turned with his shirt off, it was a picture of Sean at the restaurant, a distant look in his eyes. Thinking he was alone.
A/N: Facts regarding tattoos and football clubs gotten off various websites so hope they're accurate. Not being a fan of English football, I don't know how Sheffield feels about Manchester. But as a fan of American football, I know no matter how good a team is, if it ain't yours, they're pretty much crap.
Pairing: VG/SB
Rating: G
Summary: Viggo finds Sean again. Then sees him.
Notes: Still unbetaed so sorry about that.
Viggo heard Sean's voice as soon as he entered the main room and was unable to stop the smile from spreading across his face.
He slowed his pace, hoping to catch him unawares. Only to have to bite back his laughter as he saw Sean wrestling with someone as the dressers ran around grabbing costumes out of harm's way.
"Watch my back!
"Funny how your back's never a problem when you're flinging yourself out a plane!"
"Sean Bean! Orlando Bloom! What on earth do you think you're doing to my costumes?"
Viggo rarely regretted he didn't have his camera handy more then now as the two men jumped away from each other. The looks on their faces as Ngila glared at them was priceless.
"Well?"
The two looked at each other, trying to come up with something, anything.
"We were....trying to-to"
"To make sure they would hold up during the fighting."
"Yeah, hold up during the fighting."
"They will hold up to the fighting well enough. What they might not hold up to is what I'll do to you."
"Ngila." Orlando walked to her, pure innocence on his face. "We're sorry, truly we are. And no harm done." He put his head on her shoulder. "Forgive us?"
Ngila sighed, looking up as if to ask the heavens what she had done to deserve this. "Everything that needed to be done on them finished?" she asked one of the dressers. At the answering nod she lightly boxed Orlando's ear, an indulgent smile tugging at her mouth. "Then the both of you off with the costumes and off with you." She caught sight of Viggo. "Shall I be having trouble with you as well?"
Viggo held up his hands. "Never would I dream of it."
"Smart man. The costume work alright with the sword? Good. Just leave it on the table there. Then you can escort the two children to anywhere but here for today." Her smile fought with her parting glare as she left.
"See what you did, you Southern softie."
"What I did? You Northern bastard." Orlando charged at Sean, only to be caught and slung over his shoulder.
"Viggo. Sorry I couldn't come around this morning." Sean walked toward him, a hard swat to Orlando's ass before dropping him to the floor. "Finally, I am not alone."
"Alone?"
Sean smiled. "We are the only two mortal Men amoungst Hobbits, Dwarves, wizards. And don't get me started on those Elves."
"Ah, the green eye of jealousy once again shows itself" Orlando got up. "And don't forget, Aragorn was brought up by the Elves." He held a hand out to Viggo. "Orlando, but everyone calls me Orli. Glad to have another to speak in civilized Elvish. Unlike those sons of Gondor." He punched Sean in the arm.
"Glad to meet you. And to have someone to practice Elvish with." Viggo smiled as he shook Orli's hand. He took his sword belt off, starting to place it on a table to change.
"You got your sword, then? Can I see it?" Sean pulled the sword from the scabbard. "Can you believe them? You should see my beauty. Fits in my hand like it was meant to be there. They letting you carry it around? Maybe I should. Naw, probably end up forgetting it somewhere."
Orli snorted. "Typical." He just managed to dodge Sean's grab, sticking his tongue out as he went a little ways to take off his costume.
Viggo sucked in a breath as he saw Orli's back. Sean looked up at the sound, and then glanced to where Viggo was looking. "A fall three stories up." He said softly. "Broke his back, told him he wouldn't walk again. Gets it operated on, then walks out hospital twelve days later on crutches. He talks readily about it. Won't shy away if you ask." He put the sword back in the scabbard and set it on the table. "Best get changed before Ngila comes back."
Viggo nodded, take care with his costume. When he was almost done something made him look up, his breath once again taken away.
Sean was undressing some five feet away. He had already changed into his jeans and was talking to Orli as he picked up his shirt. Viggo could feel an almost twitching in his hands. He had to....what? Paint? Touch?
"Got something on me?" Sean looked back at him.
"No." Viggo searched for an out. Then he saw Sean's arm. "I saw your tattoo, was trying to read it. 100% Blade?"
"Yeah." A smile slid across Sean's face. "Sheffield United. Nickname's-"
"Nickname's the Blades." Orli came over to Viggo. "Please don't get him started. Trust me on this."
"Watch it you." Sean mock growled. "Don't know how many of the matches going to be able to catch while I'm here. Definitely going to be a hardship missing them." He nodded in Orli's direction. "He's for Manchester United. Poor deluded lad. You follow football?"
"I lived in Argentina when I was young. Follow a team there, San Lorenzo." A half smile. "But can't say I like them enough to get a tattoo for them."
"But you do have one." Orli moved Viggo's arm so he could see it. "It's nice. Does it mean something?"
Viggo traced the lines. "I got it when my son was born. See, the H here is for him, Henry. Then this is an E for Exene, my
ex-wife. And my V."
Orli lifted his shirt. "I got a sun, had it done when I was 15. But there's not really a meaning behind it. Just kinda stood out from the others, you know."
By now Sean was finished dressing. "Viggo, I'll show you where we rent our cars from. Seeing ya later, Orli?"
"Sir- I mean Ian said to remind you that everyone was meeting for dinner and not to forget to bring me."
"Good thing. I had forgotten. And not a word out of you." He point to Orli. "You go off and remind the Hobbits.
***********************************
"You're dead serious? You're taking your sword with you to the restaurant."
"I called ahead and cleared it with them."
Sean laughed as they walked in, making their way to a back table where the most of the cast was waiting. He made the introductions and Viggo was surprised to find that there were real life bonds mirroring those in the script. Even as the four Hobbits sat together, it was obvious that Sean A and Elijah had a connection to each other that was echoed by the one shared by Billy and Dom. Orli was good naturedly arguing with John, and the two Ians were talking about their upcoming scenes.
Viggo moved to allow a server to pass by and when he looked back, he noticed that Sean was sitting a little bit away from the others. It wasn't enough to be noticed, unless you were used to judging distances in an instant while getting your camera ready. He realized that as Boromir, Sean had no natural bond with any of the others to start with. Finally, I am not alone. He shook his head, sure he was reading too much into something that wasn't there. But he moved his sword so it wasn't between them and watched him the rest of the meal.
The party broke up a couple of hours later, brought upon by the promise of lengthy makeup applications and early morning calls. Good nights were said and everyone drove off in their separate cars. It was sometime later before Viggo arrived at his house, driving slowly to familiarize himself with the roads. On the way he thought back to the restaurant.
The others had immediately put him at ease, offers of help coming from everyone for crash courses on what he had missed. There was already a real sense of camaraderie amougst the cast. Each had spoken briefly on how they saw their character's relationship to Aragorn and he was beginning to hear in his head how Aragorn should talk.
He also noticed Sean. Noticed how he joined in on the discussions when they were all talking together, but fell silent as each pair talked between themselves. Viggo made it a point to ask him questions then, about the horse riding and the sword play. What the shooting schedule was and generally how things were done on this set.
By now Viggo was home. Placing his sword on the kitchen table where he would be sure to see it in the morning, he quickly undressed and took a hot shower. Making sure his alarm was set, he turned out the lights and got into bed. He stared up at the ceiling for a few minutes, before throwing back the covers and digging in his bags for his sketch pad and pencil. A few more minutes, then he tossed the pad on the nightstand and went to sleep.
Viggo tried not to think too much when he was sketching. It was just a step up from doodling after all. So he didn't allow himself to wonder about the drawing. Why instead of the picture of Sean back in wardrobe, half turned with his shirt off, it was a picture of Sean at the restaurant, a distant look in his eyes. Thinking he was alone.
A/N: Facts regarding tattoos and football clubs gotten off various websites so hope they're accurate. Not being a fan of English football, I don't know how Sheffield feels about Manchester. But as a fan of American football, I know no matter how good a team is, if it ain't yours, they're pretty much crap.
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Date: 2004-05-31 03:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-31 03:28 pm (UTC)Thank you for the information and luck with your team.
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Date: 2004-06-01 05:51 pm (UTC)Well, I know that in Ireland, where far more people support english premiership teams than follow the Irish league, (and at least one person keeps a close eye on a certain Sheffield club and it's entirely down to some actor or other...) it's because bloody *everybody* supports ManU.
Seems to me to be a bit like a sports fan equivalent of "mature and grown-up" fangirls rolling their eyes and turning their noses up at Orli because of all the swarms of screaming teeny fangirls.
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Date: 2004-06-02 01:41 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-06-01 04:54 am (UTC)Loved the Ngila cameo - I can just *hear* her voice, which is always a good sign with dialogue. And I love the interaction between Sean and Orli - sending each other up, beating each other up, but obviously good friends.
So he didn't allow himself to wonder about the drawing. Why instead of the picture of Sean back in wardrobe, half turned with his shirt off, it was a picture of Sean at the restaurant, a distant look in his eyes. Thinking he was alone.
I just want to cuddle your Sean :) Or I want Viggo to cuddle him. I think you've judged it nicely, not laying on the angst too thick, just enough to make me go "awww".
Really looking forward to more of this!
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