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Dreaming Is Free	By : lemonykisses Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > General > Lord of the Ring Stars Views: 1257 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.

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Warning(s): Slash (m/m love), OOC, some naughty language, fluff, minor angst. Can’t handle it, you know where the back button is…
Disclaimer: Yes, I am Elijah Wood, Orlando Bloom, and Debbie Harry of Blondie. Three different people, at the same time! o.O If you thought I was serious go smack yourself about the face with a wet noodle. I want Elijah and Orlando, not be them- there’s a big difference. I also find Debbie quite attractive for her age, but nonetheless, I am not her. Blondie rulez!!
A/N: Wow, I am on a roll with the fanfiction! Two in one night, go me! Anyways, this popped in my head when I just happened to be listening to “Dreaming”. Took me a couple of hours, but I got it to where I am satisfied with it. Hopefully I won’t get bad reviews… It’s 3 in the morning and I am two hours from conking out. It takes me forever to get to sleep. Oh, and if any of you readers are Kiwis, forgive me if ‘A Night at the Roxbury’ didn’t come out at that time, but I was desperate and it took me several web sites to find what I was remotely looking for. *curses Yahoo!*

“blah” – Speech
blah – Emphasis
blah – song lyrics

You wouldn’t believe that it snowed in some parts of New Zealand in June, unless you came to see it for yourself. The first year I experienced that it was quite surreal.

There were times when I would think of my friends I left behind in Cali and how they were spending their June. Most likely at the beaches, soaking up sun by day then clubbing in their wildest get-up by night.

Me, I was having snow fights with Billy and Dom or snowboarding down the steepest and most dangerous mountains Orlando and I could find by day then I would sit in front of a large fire, bundled up like an Eskimo infant by night. Hey, I was indeed born in a cold state on a cold month, but living mostly in California was a rea/i> /i> big jump from Iowa.

As I was saying, New Zealand, was by far the most beautiful continent I had ever been on. Everywhere you looked it was simply breath taking. I was talking about the forests and mountains. The cities… were not so different from the States, but the people there were pretty cool.

Although I would admit none of their personalities compared to the ‘Perfect Elf’. If you were thinking of Liv Tyler, I shall end the story right here and say no more.

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… But if you were thinking of Orlando Bloom, then, I shall continue…

My infatuation for the clumsy Brit started way back almost in the middle of shooting the first movie of the trilogy, which would make it early 1999. That would make me freshly 18 and Orlando freshly 23. It sill got me that our birthdays were so close to each other…

So I got a call at ten o’clock at night and it was from You-Know-Who. He told me to meet him at the local restaurant we and the others frequently went to whenever we wanted to ‘modernize’ ourselves.

When I met you in the restaurant
You could tell I was no debutante

I walked into the cozy place not more than half an hour later; looking like I just got out of bed and dressed in the dark. Hey, that was my style and I found it quite useful when hiding from paparazzi. Our usual spot near the back of the restaurant was a table with two long benches that could sit a family of sixteen. It was currently occupied by none other than Orlando, all by his lonesome self on the bench that faced me, trying to be “incognito”. That was put in quotation marks for a very good reason: Orlando could be a spy if he wanted to, but he would never make it with just a baseball cap and a scarf wrapped high to cover his mouth. With a s, I , I casually walked over to the table and took a seat in the bench across from him.

All it took was one look from me and a snicker for him to remove the ghastly yellow scarf from around his neck. Sure that was his favorite color, but at least not wear it. It didn’t suit him to be a walking target for ‘star spotting’ tourists.

You asked me what's my pleasure
A movie or a measure?

“So, wanna go to a movie?” Blunt and to the point, that was one aspect out of several that I liked about him.

“Really?” I asked. “Shouldn’t we be using this time to like, you know, sleep?”

His pretty face crinkled slightly as if he smelled something rotting and slightly shook his head.
“Nah. Sleep gets boring after awhile.”

I remarked with a scoff.
“You plan on staying up all night? Pete’ll have your head, you know that?”

“Then at least my last night was spent fucking up with my partner in crime.” He beamed that silly grin that always got me to smile. Oh yeah. The man totally knew he was fucking hot. Even at the time I knew there was something special about him that I only saw and no one else did.

The waitress nervously came up to us, obviously she knew who we were.
“You both like something to drink?”

I grinned inwardly for her perfection on the words.

I'll have a cup of tea and tell you of my dreaming

“Tea, hot, with honey.” Orlando blurted out, watching her write what he listed. He was British, I was use to it, but I found it funny every time. God forbid the poor soul if she brought co ins instead.

“And what about you?” she asked to me. Her eyes never reallite ite reached mine and stopped at my chest. Couldn’t blame her, I felt the same way when I introduced to Ian.

“Same thing.” Unlike Orlando, if she got me coffee, it was all good. I just wanted caffeine in my system.

She wrote down the order and walked away to fulfill it.

I then turned to Orlando.
“So, had any dreams where the movie became real, like I have?”

His answer was a snort and a grin.
“I’d be lying if I said no!”

Dreaming is free

We both laughed and carried on for nearly half an hour. It was great. Just sitting there, sipping hot and sweetened tea, talking about our dreams and silly nightmares. It was nice talking to someone who was on the same page as you about the world. But at the same time it was quite scary, actually. Billy and Dom had this on-going bet to see how long it would take for either of us to crack when one didn’t agree with the other, because we both were very opinionated young men for our ages.

I don't want to live on charity

“It’s my turn to pay, mate! You paid for dinner, so it’s quite fair when you think about it.”

“Not really when our tickets cost more than eight cups of tea!”

“Look, will you stop it? I already paid for the tickets. If you want, pay me back tomorrow, hopefully I’ll forget why by then.” He then grabbed me by the elbow and dragged me inside the heated building. I sometimes wondered to this day if he ever figured out why I made such a fuss over a movie ticket…

Pleasure's real or is it fantasy?

Now, I really wouldn’t consider myself an up-to-date movie watcher, and neither does Orlando. So we went to see a movie that recently released in New Zealand: ‘A Night at the Roxbury’. Man was that funny! I remembered watching those sketches on SNL and laughing my ass off at them.

It was even better watching Orlando laugh his ass (or ‘arse’) off. He had that crinkle in the corners of his eyes that made his eyes so narrow you would think he went Chinese on ya. The way his top lip would slid up and showed his gleaming pearly white teeth, all straight and perfect. At times I envied his perfect mouth… until I realized that thatht Iht I really wanted to know what it would feel like kissing that perfect mouth.

Reel to reel is living rarity

So this was about where I spent the last half of the movie going over every girl I kissed, every girl I flirted with, my sexuality. Cliché? A bit, but if you were in my position, comedy was so not what you needed when you figured out that all your life you thought you were looking for Victoria, but you were really after Victor. Personally I found my revelation a blessing and thank whoever liked me up there that I grew up very open-minded.

People stop and stare at me

After the movie ended we walked slowly down the sidewalks of the semi-busy streets of the city. I listened to every hilarious quote Orlando retold and nodded to every positive comment he made abohe mhe movie.

If I thought about it then, I would’ve grinned like a loon at his silly antics. The man acted like he ate an entire pot of coffee grounds and we got stared at no matter where we walked. They mostly felt like they stared at me and I was under a microscope with their accusing faces- ok so maybe they weren’t really accusing faces, but I knew what the were thinking!

We just walk on by - we just keep on dreaming…

Feet feet, walking a two mile

I don’t know how long we walked. When I finally remembered I had a watch on me, I looked at it to see it was nearly two in the morning. We had to be at the makeup trailers by four.

Meet meet, meet me at the turnstile

“Well, I dunno about you, Orli, but I need what sleep I can get. It wouldn’t be pretty if Frodo fell on his face in every scene.”

He then turned from the railing of the bridge we stood on high above a river and turned to me. That humorous smile appeared again on his edible lips… Yee-ga! Did I really call them that back then!?

“Oi, I’m the clumsy one and don’t ya be forgetting that.” He teased and wrapped his muscular arms around my slightly shorter body. My arms hugged him back, but not because to hug, but to actuallyp mep me from falling over as I had the sudden feeling of swooning in this man’s arms. Yeah he hugged me thousands of time before, but before I thought I liked him because of just his personality, not including the entire package, so to speak. I didn’t want to pull away, but I didn’t also want to get burned by Pete tomorrow.

“Take care, ‘Lij.”
“Take care, ‘Lando.”

I never met him, I'll never forget him

Those two hours of sleep was what I didn’t get after all.

Dream dream, even for a little while
Dream dream, filling up an idle hour

It was actually spent tossing and turning in bed, imagining how Orlando danced, how he ate fruit, but mostly how he showered. I admit then how lucky I was to have seen him barechested in the earlier shootings while on break. Especially in the forests where I had to run from the army of Orcs as he fought them off.

After the tenth take of shooting arrows I saw him fighting the urge to rip his costume off his sweaty skin. The fans helped, I admit, as I was just as hot in mine, but it wasn’t enough. Those were rare times when I seriously talked to Orlando about just us taking off our costumes and streak through the forest together. Boy, that would’ve been a Kodak Moment for the year… But then I noticed that as Orlando and I chatted, a sweatdrop glide down the right side of his face, heading towards his jaw.

Fade away, radiate…

It didn’t help that that night I dreamt I licked that drop off his entire body, taking his costume off him in the process to lick at more sweatdrops that collected all over his body.

I sit by and watch the river flow

I had a short shoot for the day that ended at noon and I was needed again by 7. So for my free time I spent at that bridge I left him earlier.

I sit by and watch the traffic go

I sat on the stone rail, watching as tourists and villagers of all sorts walk from both ends across the bridge. It was nice that no one pointed me out yet…

Imagine something of your very own

It was also nice that I could think about him without him around. Very eerie, that he would show up when I didn’t expect it.

But it seemed totally normal to me about this new turnabout. Guess I knew I wasn’t really into girls all along, but I also denied that I was in fact gay. Guess that was why I was still a virgin at the time.

Something you can have and hold

It hurt that I was scared to tell hboutbout my infatuation with him. It was really dumb to think he would turn me down, now that I thought about it. I knew he was openly bisexual and that he preferred boys to girls. The only reason I could come up with was that he wanted a friend in me, not a boyfriend.

So I let it at that and got off the rail to turn my back from society and instead gazed down at deep blue river. It was amazing how blue my eyes were when I thought about all the blues I had seen in the world.

I'd build a road in gold just to have some dreaming

But that thought faded when I began imagining how affectionate he would be towards me if he was indeed my boyfriend. Thanks to my very vivid imagination I dreamt of his arms around me all the time, a snug fit, as he did not plan for me to anywhere else rather than in his lap. He would sneak secret kisses on my lips when I wasn’t paying attention, whether people were around or not. Then those silly faces he would make when our faces were close together so I only saw him and no one else. Or he would hang onto to my hand just a second longer before letting it go whenever I had to leave him.

Dreaming is free

Suddenly I felt arms around me and a slim body pressed against my backside. To be quite honest I had no clue who it was, except for that they were obviously male.

“Hey.” It was Orlando!

Dreaming

“What’re-“

“Sh.” He sied med me with a hand gently over my mouth. “I know.”

That comment had hit me like a ton of bricks. How? How did he know? I’ve been very careful to hide my feelings for him, haven’t I?

Dreaming is free

He turned me around and removed his hand from my mouth, seeing the frightened look on my face.

“When? How?” I half expected him to shake his head in a way that would let me know he didn’t want what I dreamt about.

But he grinned that smile, that smile that made me lightly smile in return, and it had hit me. He never smiled like that to anyone else, even if he flirted. It was as if he reserved that smile only for me.

“Seemed to me that movie wasn’t holding your interest last night, eh?”

Dreaming

“Took you long enough, Frodo.”

“About what?” Urg, I hated that my voice cracked.

“That you want me as much as I want you.” He then cupped my face in his large hands and he leaned down to kiss me.

HE KISSED ME! I could not even begin to tell you what exactly I felt! But it went along the lines of complete Nirvana. I couldn’t believe how responsive I became after he kissed me, because when he wanted to pull away I was quick to grab the back of his head and instigate the ‘Tonsil Hockey’.

Dreaming is free

And if any of you were wondering, yes, I did lose my virginity that night.

~ THE END ~

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