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Always Be Here	By : dawnenab Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > General > Lord of the Ring Stars Views: 5179 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ch14

Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings, nor
any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of
this story.

**Disclaimer: I do not know Orlando Bloom. I have no
knowledge of him personally and this is simply a work of
fiction....strictly my imagination here folks. If you do not see him this
way, then do not continue to read. I make no profit from this, and it is
written for my own enjoyment, and hopefully that of
others.

Pairings: Orli/OFC Het Fic

This story
is rated NC-17 for heavy use of strong language as well as future
scenes.

And it's a leap of faith,
when you
believe there's someone out there,
it's a leap of faith when you
believe that someone cares, oh,
and when I call out to you,
will you
be right there-

Right there---
And I'll be waiting by the window
for your smile to come through,
and I'll be waiting in the darkness
when I call out to you,
and I'll remember when you told me,
I could
trust in you-

*It's a leap of faith,
and I believe that you are
out there,
it's a leap of faith and I believe you truly care,
oh,
and when I call out to you,
I know you'll be right
there,
right there,
and it's a leap of faith�

~Michelle
Branch

**I would like to take a moment to remember the lives
that were lost in the recent earthquake in Morocco. My sincerest
condolences go to the families of those lost in the
tragedy.

Chapter 14

Sunday 6:00
AM (Morocco)

Is it just me
or are there no more tears left in the universe? I didn�t cry this much
last time. Is that weird? I was �engaged� then. Shouldn�t this be
easier? Yeah, it should. Why, then, do I feel like I�ve lost more? So much
more? He didn�t come back here last night. I know. I waited up. I�m so
scared that I�ve lost him forever. They shut down filming on Sundays, so
he�s off today. I think I need to tell him. I have to. It�s not fair to
let him just wonder what�s wrong with me. Or worse, himself. God only
knows that he�s close enough to perfect. And he�s my friend. I know I can
trust him. Orli won�t judge me. I think I could tell the man that I
sacrifice kittens and puppies by the light of the full moon and he�d just
shrug and say, �To each their own, luv,�. That�s it. I�ll
tell him today. I have to make things right again cause I can�t take this. I�m
gonna go shower now.

6:45
AM

He�s here. I heard him come in a few minutes ago.
I�m gonna go see if he�s talking to me or not. Here goes.

I walk
out of my room and across the living room over to his door, which is shut
tight. I knock lightly.

�Orli? Orli, can I come in?�

No answer. I knock again louder this time. �Orli?�

Still no answer. I try the door. It�s open. I step into the room,
looking immediately at the bed to see if he�s already fallen asleep, but
he�s not there. I cross the room and approach the bathroom door to knock
when it opens and Orlando comes through it, nearly running into me. He�s
got a towel in his hands and is scrubbing it against his hair, drying it.
He has another towel draped around his hips, and my eyes take him in from
head to toe before I can stop myself. Moisture clings to his bronze skin,
and it glistens in the light streaming in from the French doors. He�s
beautiful, that�s the only word for it. Magnificent. There�s another word.
The man can make you forget why you even got up in the morning. I swear,
it�s just not fair. And now I get to play �True Confessions� with him.
Greeeaaat.

I step back quickly and say, �Whoa.�

He pulls the towel down from his head, looking into my eyes with
surprise.

�Heya baby. You�re the last person I expected to find here. Is
everything ok?� he asks with a warm smile.

I notice that there is a trace of concern in his gaze as he takes in my
puffy eyes and the dark circles that are back in full force.

�No, Orli. Nothing is ok and you know it. I want to talk to you.
Need to talk to you, before any more time passes.� I tell him,
the pleading in my voice making me cringe.

�If you need to talk, I�m always here, luv, you know that. In fact, I�m
glad you want to talk. I hate this horrible silence, baby. It�s killing
me.� he tells me sincerely.

Taking a deep breath I look him directly in the eye and say, �I owe
you an explanation, Orli. The whole �I don�t date actors� thing is far
less than you deserve, and I realize that now. If you�ll let me, I�ll tell
you everything, but I�m warning you now, it could get messy,� I say, the
tears already forming in my eyes.

I turn my back to him, dropping my head and
squeezing my eyes shut trying to stem the flow. He steps up behind me,
putting his hands on my shoulders.

He doesn�t try to turn me around, or make me look up, he simply begins
to lightly massage the taut muscles there as he says, �Take your time,
baby. I have all the time in the world for you. I�m not going anywhere��

Steeling myself I wipe away the few tears that have managed to
leak out of my tightly closed eyes and begin to tell him my tale. I tell
him everything, including �John�s� name. Wouldn�t do me any good to lie or
refuse to tell him that after the story I�ve just told him. The man in
question�s name is a matter of public record, if you dig back through the
tabloids far enough. By the time I�m done talking, I�m a full-blown mess.
I only thought my eyes were swollen and red before. I look like the
victim of some horrible accident.

Orlando has been completely supportive the entire time. Giving me
comfort when I needed it, space when I needed that and never even asking a
single question. He let me tell my story, in my own time and in my own
way. I can�t tell you how much that meant to me. We end up in the two
wing-back chairs in his room, me sipping a brandy that he somehow managed
to get for me without missing a bit of the story. Somewhere along the way
he managed to get dressed. Well, he has on those black silk pyjama bottoms
that I love. Oh�and no shirt. Yeah, not too distracting, huh?

There�s a mountain of tissues on the floor at my feet, so I start
picking them up when he walks over with the waste basket.

�Great minds, huh?� I say with a crooked grin and he smiles down at me
so warmly that I nearly start crying again. God! My nerves are so shot.
�So do you think I�m damaged goods now, Orli?� I ask him, the usual amount
of self-effacing sarcasm in my voice.

He was walking back to replace the bin in its spot near the bed, but at
my question his head whips around and his eyes lock with mine very
intently.

�I think I�m gonna kill that sonofabitch the next time I see him, is
what I think, baby. Any damage that was done can be laid squarely at his
feet, and it�s nothing you should feel any guilt or shame about. Damn,
luv, I only wish you�d confided in me sooner. I could�ve made this alright
so long ago.� he tells me, walking back to kneel down beside me.

His eyes are so serious, and they have darkened to near black with the
intensity of his emotions. I feel the tears forming in my eyes again and I
drop my head, not wanting to make him watch more of this breakdown than he
already has.

�Come here, luv.� he says, taking my hand and pulling me to my feet. He
pulls me into an embrace that is very comforting, and oddly, not the least
bit provocative. He feels so good, but like my best friend more than
anything. �I think you need some sleep Adriana. Let�s get you to bed,
yeah?� he says as he leads me from his room, across the living room and
into my own bedroom.

�Are you going to be comfortable sleeping
like that, baby?� he asks, noting that I�m wearing jeans and a big
t-shirt.

�Not really� I say, and reach up to undo the snap on my jeans. For some
reason he turns pinks and looks away as I pull the pants down over my
hips. I reach up under the t-shirt and straighten my thong, like always
and then head up the steps to the huge bed.

�Orli? Would you stay with me until I fall asleep? I could really use
the company.� I say, looking at him with big puppy-dog eyes.

�How could I say no to that face, luv?� he says with a grin and climbs
the steps to the bed. He pulls back the covers for me and I slip under
them. He tucks me in and then crawls over to the other side.

�Would you hold me, Orli? I think I could go to sleep if you did.� I
ask innocently.

He closes his eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath, then says
�Sure, baby. Anything for you.�

He pulls back the covers on the other side of the bed and slides in. He
puts his arms around me, and pulls me close. I lay my head on his chest
and snuggle into the side of his body. I�m lying on my side facing him,
with my head on his chest. My right arm is under the pillow and my left
hand rests on his abdomen. Great abs here ladies! I have my left leg over
his, and my left foot rests between his calves, with my right leg straight
down beside him. This basically means that I am using him as my own
personal Orlando Bloom body pillow. Yeah�poor me, huh? But it works.
Before I can even think to count sheep I�m out.

God this
feels�right.
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