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pairing: Monaboyd
summary: For the next sixty hours, it was just Dominic Monaghan and Billy Boyd.
chapter rating: PG-13 for language though not much
disclaimer: I don't know them, this never happened, no disrespect is intended.
notes: I knew when I set out to make part 2 available for posting the next day that it would never happen. That is the last time I give myself a projection date. My bad. At any rate, part 2 is here, and it looks as though this may turn into quite the multi-part...thing. I'm expecting another part after this, and most likely a fourth after that at the very least so...to all those who are hanging in for the ride, THANK YOU!!! To all those who reviewed part one, THANK YOU!!!
dedication: Again, this entire series (omg it's a series now) is for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
so_much_to_say. She gave me words and thus far I've used one of them out of five, I believe: tuxedo.
other: All my writing can be found here. Touch(1) can also be found there. If you like what you see, nominate me for the Starless Night Awards! I refuse to nominate myself, although requesting you all to do it is almost as bad. I realize this, and it won't happen again.
Okay, I'm done. Oh! Didn't realize camcorder was, infact the words camera and recorder smooshed together until I wrote this. Am pathetic.
Peter was saying something important, Dom was sure of it. He had that look on his face, the one that meant you’d better be listening or I’ll unnecessarily put you through Feet at a god-awful hour on a morning you don’t even film, but Billy’s arm was bent and his forearm and elbow were resting not at all unpleasantly on Dom’s shoulder, though because of their similarity in height Dom was sure this must not be as comfortable as Billy was making it look.
Dom blinked and Peter was looking at him expectantly and slightly exasperated, wild hair and skewed glasses totally throwing off the complete, collected look he had tried to attain by wearing a tuxedo jacket and dress shirt. The khaki shorts and sandals sort of took away from the elegance anyway, but that was Peter for you.
“Right. Two days until filming,” Dom said airily, waving a hand wildly through the air. Peter nodded, pat Dom and then Billy each on the shoulder, and turned to leave. Elijah had been standing behind him, no doubt bumming a ride home from their director. Only Elijah would ask the director of a movie for a ride. It was one of the qualities Dom liked best about Elijah, that he was completely and utterly oblivious of any kind of hierarchy within the filming industry—either that, or he chose to blatantly ignore it.
Elijah moved forward now, wearing a mischievous grin.
“I stole this from Orli. He won’t miss it,” Elijah said, thrusting a small, sleek camcorder into Dom’s hands. “You two are always good for entertainment. I expect to see some footage.” Billy laughed and inevitably Dom’s entire body turned towards him.
“Thanks, Lij,” Billy said.
“What footage are you hoping to get, exactly?” Dom asked, feigning suspicion. Elijah shrugged, digging in his pocket for a clove.
“Oh, you know,” he said, waving the clove through the air on the way to his mouth. He didn’t continue until it had been lit, and he had inhaled. He spoke as he exhaled, tendrils of smoke curling around his mouth. “Whatever it is you two do in your spare time. Fiendish sex tapes. That sort of thing.”
“We could never share something like that with you,” Billy said, sounding offended.
“He’d go and post it all across the Internet,” Dom agreed.
“Exactly. Probably planning on selling copies, and we wouldn’t see a cent of the profit.” Billy paused and he and Dom looked at each other, and were unable to keep the grins from spreading across their faces. Elijah shook his head.
“You two deserve each other,” he declared, exhaling. They heard Peter’s voice from the top of the drive, and though they couldn’t make out what he was saying, he was waving in sort of a frantic manner and gesturing towards the car.
“Run along, now,” Dom said, pushing Elijah gently away.
“Fuck off, Sblomie,” Elijah grumbled, knocking Dom’s hand off his arm good-naturedly. He swallowed around his clove, taking in the taste as he inhaled again. Head bowed, he blew the smoke towards his feet. “It’s going to be weird, filming without you guys. Just me and Astin.” Elijah’s head remained tilted down, his eyes focused on the torn tip of his shoe.
“And Andy,” Billy said. Elijah nodded.
“Right, right. I hope he’s not a douche.”
Dom cleared his throat.
“You know,” he began, and Elijah looked up because he knew that tone. “Some consider that a compliment, being called a douche. It’s a hygienic…thing…after all.” Elijah laughed.
“You’re an idiot,” and Dom grinned and after a moment Elijah embraced Dom. “I am going to miss you guys,” he said softly.
“It’s not going to be forever,” Dom said, ruffling Elijah’s hair as he pulled away.
“We’ll come and visit on our days off,” Billy promised, as Elijah in turn hugged him.
“You cunts better. Otherwise I’ll send Viggo after you,” Elijah threatened, turning to trod up the rocky drive.
“Terrifying, truly,” Dom teased, Billy snickering beside him. “He, if you recall, is on our side.”
“Aragorn is my fucking bitch, you useless Hobbit,” Elijah called over his shoulder. “He is at my beck and call.”
Elijah gave one last wave from the window of the maroon Mercedes Peter drove, and then he was gone.
For the next sixty hours, it was just Dominic Monaghan and Billy Boyd. If the cabin had had multiple levels, Dom mused, he might have considered throwing himself out of a window. As it was, the windows were three feet off the ground. He could still try, but doubted the end result would be nearly as effective.
“It will be strange,” Billy said, startling Dom.
“What?”
“Just us two filming.” They stood in silence a moment, and suddenly it all felt surreal to Dom, like he was up on the top of the house looking down on two mates who were watching the peak of the drive as though waiting for that Mercedes to reappear.
Dom didn’t respond. He looked over the camcorder and upon figuring out how to turn it on, he did, focusing on Billy.
“You’ve any idea how to work that?” Billy asked, tilting his head.
“I can turn it on, and look here, this is the zoom. That’s all I need to know.” Billy took the camera from Dom and turned it around so it caught them both, standing there in the doorway as the sun set behind them.
“Elijah,” Billy said, sounding very serious, “stole this camera from Orlando.”
“Orlando will no doubt make him pay,” Dom said.
“Most likely by tying Elijah up and having his wicked way with him.”
“But not too tight. Orlando likes beautiful things; he appreciates them. Wouldn’t want to chafe poor Elijah’s wrists.”
“Besides, Peter would kill him.”
“But that’s okay. WETA is amazing. They could probably just, you know, digitally pencil Orlando in. We all know that’s what they do for Viggo.”
Billy laughed, threw his head back and really laughed, and the camcorder shook in his hand. Dom was grinning.
It was effortless, joking with Billy. Talking with Billy, sitting with Billy, acting with Billy, it was all so effortless, so completely natural. Dom knew this; he had discovered it long ago, during the first week of filming. He had been winding Elijah up about being a damn Yank and Billy had joined in, and together they had essentially set the entire cast and crew nearby, including themselves, into tears of laughter.
“Well, Dom. Shall we?” Billy asked and there was innocence in his tone, there was always innocence and Dom loved that.
Dom linked arms with Billy, the camcorder still recording but now forgotten and facing the ground, and together they walked into the cabin.
summary: For the next sixty hours, it was just Dominic Monaghan and Billy Boyd.
chapter rating: PG-13 for language though not much
disclaimer: I don't know them, this never happened, no disrespect is intended.
notes: I knew when I set out to make part 2 available for posting the next day that it would never happen. That is the last time I give myself a projection date. My bad. At any rate, part 2 is here, and it looks as though this may turn into quite the multi-part...thing. I'm expecting another part after this, and most likely a fourth after that at the very least so...to all those who are hanging in for the ride, THANK YOU!!! To all those who reviewed part one, THANK YOU!!!
dedication: Again, this entire series (omg it's a series now) is for
so_much_to_say. She gave me words and thus far I've used one of them out of five, I believe: tuxedo. other: All my writing can be found here. Touch(1) can also be found there. If you like what you see, nominate me for the Starless Night Awards! I refuse to nominate myself, although requesting you all to do it is almost as bad. I realize this, and it won't happen again.
Okay, I'm done. Oh! Didn't realize camcorder was, infact the words camera and recorder smooshed together until I wrote this. Am pathetic.
Peter was saying something important, Dom was sure of it. He had that look on his face, the one that meant you’d better be listening or I’ll unnecessarily put you through Feet at a god-awful hour on a morning you don’t even film, but Billy’s arm was bent and his forearm and elbow were resting not at all unpleasantly on Dom’s shoulder, though because of their similarity in height Dom was sure this must not be as comfortable as Billy was making it look.
Dom blinked and Peter was looking at him expectantly and slightly exasperated, wild hair and skewed glasses totally throwing off the complete, collected look he had tried to attain by wearing a tuxedo jacket and dress shirt. The khaki shorts and sandals sort of took away from the elegance anyway, but that was Peter for you.
“Right. Two days until filming,” Dom said airily, waving a hand wildly through the air. Peter nodded, pat Dom and then Billy each on the shoulder, and turned to leave. Elijah had been standing behind him, no doubt bumming a ride home from their director. Only Elijah would ask the director of a movie for a ride. It was one of the qualities Dom liked best about Elijah, that he was completely and utterly oblivious of any kind of hierarchy within the filming industry—either that, or he chose to blatantly ignore it.
Elijah moved forward now, wearing a mischievous grin.
“I stole this from Orli. He won’t miss it,” Elijah said, thrusting a small, sleek camcorder into Dom’s hands. “You two are always good for entertainment. I expect to see some footage.” Billy laughed and inevitably Dom’s entire body turned towards him.
“Thanks, Lij,” Billy said.
“What footage are you hoping to get, exactly?” Dom asked, feigning suspicion. Elijah shrugged, digging in his pocket for a clove.
“Oh, you know,” he said, waving the clove through the air on the way to his mouth. He didn’t continue until it had been lit, and he had inhaled. He spoke as he exhaled, tendrils of smoke curling around his mouth. “Whatever it is you two do in your spare time. Fiendish sex tapes. That sort of thing.”
“We could never share something like that with you,” Billy said, sounding offended.
“He’d go and post it all across the Internet,” Dom agreed.
“Exactly. Probably planning on selling copies, and we wouldn’t see a cent of the profit.” Billy paused and he and Dom looked at each other, and were unable to keep the grins from spreading across their faces. Elijah shook his head.
“You two deserve each other,” he declared, exhaling. They heard Peter’s voice from the top of the drive, and though they couldn’t make out what he was saying, he was waving in sort of a frantic manner and gesturing towards the car.
“Run along, now,” Dom said, pushing Elijah gently away.
“Fuck off, Sblomie,” Elijah grumbled, knocking Dom’s hand off his arm good-naturedly. He swallowed around his clove, taking in the taste as he inhaled again. Head bowed, he blew the smoke towards his feet. “It’s going to be weird, filming without you guys. Just me and Astin.” Elijah’s head remained tilted down, his eyes focused on the torn tip of his shoe.
“And Andy,” Billy said. Elijah nodded.
“Right, right. I hope he’s not a douche.”
Dom cleared his throat.
“You know,” he began, and Elijah looked up because he knew that tone. “Some consider that a compliment, being called a douche. It’s a hygienic…thing…after all.” Elijah laughed.
“You’re an idiot,” and Dom grinned and after a moment Elijah embraced Dom. “I am going to miss you guys,” he said softly.
“It’s not going to be forever,” Dom said, ruffling Elijah’s hair as he pulled away.
“We’ll come and visit on our days off,” Billy promised, as Elijah in turn hugged him.
“You cunts better. Otherwise I’ll send Viggo after you,” Elijah threatened, turning to trod up the rocky drive.
“Terrifying, truly,” Dom teased, Billy snickering beside him. “He, if you recall, is on our side.”
“Aragorn is my fucking bitch, you useless Hobbit,” Elijah called over his shoulder. “He is at my beck and call.”
Elijah gave one last wave from the window of the maroon Mercedes Peter drove, and then he was gone.
For the next sixty hours, it was just Dominic Monaghan and Billy Boyd. If the cabin had had multiple levels, Dom mused, he might have considered throwing himself out of a window. As it was, the windows were three feet off the ground. He could still try, but doubted the end result would be nearly as effective.
“It will be strange,” Billy said, startling Dom.
“What?”
“Just us two filming.” They stood in silence a moment, and suddenly it all felt surreal to Dom, like he was up on the top of the house looking down on two mates who were watching the peak of the drive as though waiting for that Mercedes to reappear.
Dom didn’t respond. He looked over the camcorder and upon figuring out how to turn it on, he did, focusing on Billy.
“You’ve any idea how to work that?” Billy asked, tilting his head.
“I can turn it on, and look here, this is the zoom. That’s all I need to know.” Billy took the camera from Dom and turned it around so it caught them both, standing there in the doorway as the sun set behind them.
“Elijah,” Billy said, sounding very serious, “stole this camera from Orlando.”
“Orlando will no doubt make him pay,” Dom said.
“Most likely by tying Elijah up and having his wicked way with him.”
“But not too tight. Orlando likes beautiful things; he appreciates them. Wouldn’t want to chafe poor Elijah’s wrists.”
“Besides, Peter would kill him.”
“But that’s okay. WETA is amazing. They could probably just, you know, digitally pencil Orlando in. We all know that’s what they do for Viggo.”
Billy laughed, threw his head back and really laughed, and the camcorder shook in his hand. Dom was grinning.
It was effortless, joking with Billy. Talking with Billy, sitting with Billy, acting with Billy, it was all so effortless, so completely natural. Dom knew this; he had discovered it long ago, during the first week of filming. He had been winding Elijah up about being a damn Yank and Billy had joined in, and together they had essentially set the entire cast and crew nearby, including themselves, into tears of laughter.
“Well, Dom. Shall we?” Billy asked and there was innocence in his tone, there was always innocence and Dom loved that.
Dom linked arms with Billy, the camcorder still recording but now forgotten and facing the ground, and together they walked into the cabin.
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I also love seeing repeat readers, so thanks for coming back! And, of course, thanks very much for complimenting!
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I am left somewhat speechless by your comment.
Thank you very, very much doesn't nearly cut it.
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I only give credit where credit is due. Love your writing style :)
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If only it were longer.
*laughs*
Beautiful.
~Cai
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Yah, the length...well...I actually wrote this about a week ago maybe? The day after I wrote the first part, at any rate and I was like I can't post this it's way too short...nothing *happens*...but then I reread it over today and thought: why, it's fine the way it is. It serves a purpose and that's what matters.
I am looking to make the next part a bit longer, especially if the wait for it is another week.
Thanks for commenting and complimenting!
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I can totally understand about the shortness factor. I always feel horrible for only writing a few pages and posting, but sometimes that's all a chapter needs.
And it *was* lovely. *gg*
~Cai
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Will there be more?
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Thanks very much! Always nice having new readers :)
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I'm glad you are enjoying the story...more is on it's way, though I've no idea when.
Thanks very much!
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*mad glomping*
Really. I do.
And besides:
“You cunts better. Otherwise I’ll send Viggo after you,” Elijah threatened, turning to trod up the rocky drive.
“Terrifying, truly,” Dom teased, Billy snickering beside him. “He, if you recall, is on our side.”
“Aragorn is my fucking bitch, you useless Hobbit,” Elijah called over his shoulder. “He is at my beck and call.”
*laughs*
Could you maybe mail me when you post the next part? Because I'm always terrified to miss one!
<3<3<3!!!
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Definitely will mail you. It is, after all, entirely in your honor :) Apologies, though, for the delay in part 3.
Am I to assume the email addie is so_much_to_say@livejournal.com?
Your comments make me all smiley and stuff. Thanks very much!
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L.M.F. A O!!!!
I love you!
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:) :) :)
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Thanks!