Title: Overlap
Author: Cat2000 
E-mail: sjbriggs@royalmanor.freeserve.co.uk
Pairing(s): Orlando Bloom/Legolas
Rating: R/NC17
Summary: An unsuspecting young actor finds himself in Middle Earth and 
meets up with a certain elven archer. Yes, that's right: Orlando Bloom 
meets Legolas 
Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings, Orlando Bloom, or the plot for 
this story. However, I DO own Mali, and if you want to use her character, 
you will have to e-mail me and ask for permission Warning: Um... Slash?
Author's note: Feedback is always welcome! After all, how else am I 
supposed to know if my stories need improving or not?




Overlap


Orlando Bloom was walking alone in a forest quite near to where he was 
staying.

It took the actor a while to realise that something wasn't quite right. There 
was a blue-green shimmering around him, and the entire scenery around 
him changed completely.

Orlando jumped as an arrow was suddenly pointed at his chest. "What's 
your name, and what is your business in Mirkwood?" a cold voice 
demanded. 

Orlando looked past the arrow that was pointing towards his heart, and at 
the man wielding it. He had very long blond hair, and wore clothes 
coloured green and brown. Strapped to his back was a quiver of arrows, 
and in his hand was a bow.

"Only wimps have long hair," Orlando said out loud before he thought.

The other man's eyes darkened. "It would be wise not to insult someone 
who has an arrow pointing right at your heart!" he hissed.

Orlando said nothing. He was too busy staring at the man's(?) ears. They 
were slightly pointed.

-Either this is a dream, or I'm going mad,-- Orlando thought. He refused to 
even consider the third option. That all of this was really happening. There 
HAD to be a natural explanation for all of this.

"Are you an elf?" Orlando wanted to know.

The other's eyes narrowed. "What did you THINK that I was?" he asked in 
a deadly tone.

Orlando kept silent, correctly guessing that to say what he had thought 
would insult this person. "What's your name?" he asked instead.

"I asked you first!" the elf snapped.

"Ok," Orlando conceded. Dreaming or not, the arrow sure FELT real as it 
pressed against his chest. "My name is Orlando Bloom," he replied. 
Remembering the elf's other question, he added, "And I don't know what I 
am doing here. I was just going for a walk in the woods when I found 
myself...here," he finished lamely.

The elf lowered his bow and arrow, but continued to look at Orlando with 
obvious suspicion. The actor breathed a sigh of relief.

"I am Legolas Greenleaf," the elf said slowly, still staring at Orlando. His 
eyes narrowed. "Where are you from? I do not recognise your clothes."

"Here," Orlando answered. Then, he frowned, recognising the elf's name, 
and at last placing the word 'Mirkwood'. "Wait a minute... Is this Middle 
Earth?"

"Of course it is!"

Orlando slowly shook his head. "I MUST be dreaming," he muttered. "I 
CAN'T be in Middle Earth! It only exists in a book." 

Legolas stared at Orlando. "How did you get here?"

"I was just walking in a wood, like I told you," Orlando explained. "All of 
a sudden, there was this shimmering around me, and the entire scenery 
changed."

"It sounds a lot like magic to me," Legolas frowned.

"Magic?" Orlando repeated. "There's no such thing!"

"I have heard tell of other worlds outside our own," Legolas continued, 
ignoring Orlando's comment. "Many have spoken of them, though few 
have ever visited them. I DO know about magic, though. And this sounds 
like the work of a very wily wizard, though I could not say which one."

Orlando was struggling to comprehend the fact that this world was not in 
fact his own, and that he was stuck here in Middle Earth, possibly with no 
way of getting back to his own world. "Will you help me to get back to my 
own world?" he asked.

Legolas' eyes were filled with sympathy as he said, "I will try. But it 
depends on what we must do as to whether or not we will succeed in this 
quest."

"Well, at least I have someone who is willing to help me," Orlando 
mumbled.

Legolas smiled slightly. "The person who we should talk to first is my 
father, Thranduil," he said. "Please follow me," he added, turning and 
walking away.

Orlando followed the elf prince after a moment's hesitation.

* * *

Thranduil regarded his son carefully as Legolas explained about what 
happened with Orlando.

"I have been waiting for something like this to happen," Thranduil sighed 
once Legolas had finished saying everything. "I believe that you are right, 
Legolas. The gate between two worlds has been breached by a wizard. 
Probably an evil one."

Orlando bit his lip to stop himself saying something to alienate himself 
from the elf prince. Not believing in magic was probably soon going to 
change. How else could he explain how he had suddenly ended up in 
Middle Earth? Assuming that he wasn't dreaming or going mad, that is.

"What can we do, father?" Legolas asked quietly. 

Thranduil looked at his son carefully. He saw what Legolas perhaps did 
not. His son had become infatuated with this young human. The human 
Orlando also cared about the elf prince. Thranduil hesitated about telling 
his son how to return the human to his own world. -Not only is this human 
male,- he thought. -But he is also from another world. And he HAS to go 
back there. If Legolas surrenders to his feelings, then both he and this 
human will have their hearts broken.- Legolas and Orlando would have to 
travel alone to find out how to return Orlando to his own world. Alone, 
they would both surrender to their feelings for each other. Humans could 
not die of a broken heart, but elves could. And Thranduil did not want to 
lose his son. But the human HAD to go back to his own world. Perhaps 
Legolas would recover from his grief...Thranduil came to a decision. "The 
wise woman Mali may know," he whispered.

* * *

"I need to learn fighting skills."

"What?" Legolas turned to Orlando in amazement.

The elf prince and the human actor had left Mirkwood earlier that day, and 
they were now travelling towards the west and towards the house of the 
wise woman Mali.

"I SAID, I need to learn fighting skills," Orlando repeated patiently.

"I know, I heard you the first time," Legolas replied. "I'm just surprised. 
You don't need to learn to fight. I'll protect you."

Orlando rolled his eyes. "Thanks a lot," he said sarcastically. "Legolas, I 
do not want to have to rely on you for protection. If you don't teach me 
how to fight, then I will just end up in the middle of a fight with no way of 
defending myself."

Legolas shot Orlando a startled look. "You are probably right," he 
conceded. "Wait until we stop for a break, and then I will teach you 
fighting skills."

The elf prince was true to his word. When they stopped for a rest, he 
motioned for Orlando to come and stand over by him.

"I'll teach you how to use a bow first," Legolas told Orlando. "Luckily, I 
always carry a spare bow and arrows around with me in case I run out of 
arrows, or my bow breaks," he added, a wicked gleam in his eyes.

"How do I hold the bow first?" Orlando asked.

Legolas handed Orlando his spare bow, and showed Orlando how to grasp 
it. Orlando attempted the grasp.

"No, you're doing it wrong," Legolas said patiently. He grasped Orlando's 
arms, and repositioned them. Suddenly, the elf prince and the actor were 
aware of how close they were standing to each other. Legolas' hands 
tightened on Orlando, and he half-tugged the man towards him so that 
Orlando's head was resting on his chest. Orlando's hand came up, and 
Legolas' went to meet it. Their hands clasped. Legolas bent his head, and 
Orlando leaned towards him...Just before their lips touched, Legolas 
pulled away. "What am I doing?!" he cried shakily.

Orlando stared at Legolas. His shock mirrored the elf prince's. They hadn't 
just been about to kiss... Had they?

-He's male,- Orlando thought as Legolas movved over to the other side of 
the clearing and started making up a fire. -Males can't fall in love with 
other males. It just isn't right.-

Right or not, Orlando knew the truth. This was ironic. The one thing he 
couldn't have, he wanted badly.

-Its not just that he's a male as well,- Leegolas thought, deliberately 
avoiding Orlando's confused and... hurt gaze. -He does not even belong in 
this world. His world is different to mine. He cannot survive in this world. 
Just as I am sure I could not survive in his world if I ever went there.-

"I am going to go and hunt for some food," Legolas said decisively, 
standing up. "Stay here. You do not need to come. You will be safe here." 
Just before disappearing into the trees, the elf prince drew an elven dagger 
and tossed it to the floor next to Orlando. That way, if he were attacked, 
the actor would at least have some way of defending himself.

Orlando scowled to himself. He did NOT want Legolas to treat him like a 
baby. But he guessed he had no other choice than to stay where he was. If 
he tried to follow the elf prince now, he would just get himself lost.

Orlando picked up the elven dagger, and looked at it. It wasn't a sword, 
but... It would do. He hoped.

"What am I going to do with the dagger, though?" Orlando wondered out 
loud. "Well, I know that I'm supposed to fight with it. But how? I haven't 
had any training in fighting at all, and its not like this world is familiar to 
me at all.

Orlando toyed with the dagger while he waited for Legolas to return. 
Then, he frowned. The elf prince was taking his time. Surely it didn't take 
THAT long to go and find something to eat, even if it WAS hunting. 
Besides, Legolas wouldn't leave him on his own for hours... Would he? 
Orlando frowned again, as he suddenly heard a noise. It didn't sound 
familiar, but the actor knew instinctively that it was NOT a good sound. 
Orlando crouched down behind a bush with the dagger clutched tightly in 
his fist, and waited to see what would happen.

He didn't have to wait long. Soon, two strange creatures came through the 
trees, dragging a young elf who looked strangely familiar... 

"Oh, no!" Orlando gasped, careful to keep his voice low. "They've 
captured Legolas!" He didn't know who 'they' were, but he was betting 
that they weren't good guys. Especially as they looked like they were 
going to hurt Legolas. Badly.

Orlando gripped the elven dagger even tighter in his hand. Sweat made the 
handle slippery, and his knuckles were white where he was holding it so 
tightly. He would have to rescue Legolas. But how could he do that? 
There might only be two of those creatures, but they were probably a lot 
better at fighting than he was. And he only had a small dagger.

-If only I could get Legolas free,- Orlandoo thought to himself. -He'd be 
able to help me defeat these creatures.-

Orlando had to fight to stop himself rushing out to attack them as one of 
the creatures struck Legolas a glancing blow to the side of his head. The 
elf prince dropped to his knees, but was not cowed. He was still defiant. 
Orlando watched, horrified, as Legolas was kicked and hit a few more 
times. Then, the creatures checked that his bonds were secure, and sat 
down to rest.

Orlando crept round to the side of the bush so that he could see Legolas' 
face. He had to bite his lip to stop himself from crying out in shock as he 
saw the blood and bruises on his friend's face. The prince wasn't even 
aware of him. Orlando could count on no help from the elf.

Orlando waited until the creatures were drowsy before he crept out fully 
from behind the bush. Raising his dagger, and sending up a silent prayer 
for help, he let out what he hoped was a fearsome battle cry. The creatures 
snarled. One of them leapt towards Orlando. Desperately, the actor 
brought his dagger up, and attempted to fight in the same way he had seen 
the actors on television back at home fight.

Orlando knew that he was making a mistake when he realised that he was 
trying to use the dagger in the same way he would a sword. That wasn't 
good. He would eventually lose the fight if he continued battling in that 
way. Orlando twisted the dagger around so that he knocked the creature's 
sword up. Then, he stabbed forward to what he hoped was the heart. The 
creature froze, and then slumped forward onto the blade of the dagger. 
With some difficulty, Orlando pushed it away from him, and then wiped 
the blade quickly on the grass before turning to face the other creature. 
The other creature snarled, and rushed him. Orlando raised his dagger in 
front of himself, and stood firm. He was prepared to die if need be. 
Suddenly, there was a hiss, and the creature fell dead at Orlando's feet. 
The actor looked up to see Legolas calmly lowering his bow. The elf 
prince stalked over to Orlando, his face filled with fury.

Orlando backed up a few paces. "How did you get out of those bonds?" he 
asked in a conversational tone.

"Are you completely insane?!" Legolas yelled at Orlando, ignoring the 
question.

"What are you talking about?" Orlando asked.

"They were Orcs!" Legolas snapped. "You had no business attacking 
them! You had ONE fighting lesson! It would take years for you to learn 
to fight properly!"

"You were captured by the Orcs!" Orlando replied. "What else was I 
supposed to do? Just leave you to be killed, or worse? I don't think so!"

"You SHOULD have just gone! Waited until the Orcs had left with me 
and then run away! If you'd asked around, you would have found out 
where Mali lived! You don't belong in this world! What if you had died 
here?! Who would have told your family and friends in your own world?! 
I would have escaped eventually!"

Orlando sighed. "Legolas, you are a stubborn, pigheaded fool," he 
muttered, shaking his head.

The elf glared at him. "Next time, don't involve yourself in affairs that 
don't concern you," he ordered coldly. "I can take care of myself. I don't 
want or need your help. I am taking you to Mali, and that is it! I do not 
think that we should talk to each other unless its absolutely necessary! Do 
you understand me?"

Orlando turned away so that Legolas couldn't see how close to tears he 
was. "Sure, I understand," he mumbled, walking over to the other side of 
the clearing.

* * *

Orlando woke up to the delicious scent of cooking wafting over to him. 
For a moment, he imagined that he was in bed at home, and that 
everything that had happened had just been a bad dream. But he knew that 
it hadn't been, and he sat up, fingers grazing the hilt of the elven dagger 
that Legolas had given him. Orlando tucked it into his belt, then stood up 
and made his way slowly over to the fire.

Legolas glanced up. "If we make good time, we should reach Mali's house 
by the end of the day after tomorrow," he said shortly.

Orlando nodded, and took the bowl of stew that Legolas offered him. He 
ate it, and was surprised at how good it tasted. He wouldn't have thought 
that he would take so automatically to living outdoors. It was becoming 
second nature to him.

-Mind you, I never thought that I would be  stuck traveling with a 
handsome elf- Orlando thought to himself as he watched Legolas put out 
the fire. Then, he gave himself a mental shake. THAT wasn't something 
that he should be thinking. The elf prince could NEVER know how 
Orlando felt about him. Legolas hadn't asked for his elven dagger back 
yet, so Orlando assumed that Legolas had either forgotten about it, or had 
given it to him permanently. After breakfast, they set out again.

* * *

Orlando was lying awake, staring up at the night sky. "I love watching the 
stars," he confided to Legolas.

"Mmm," Legolas replied. "Me too." From the sound of his voice, it was 
obvious that he was just drifting off into sleep.

Suddenly anxious, Orlando propped himself up on one elbow. "Don't go to 
sleep just yet, Legolas," he called softly. "I think that we need to talk. 
Now."

"Can't it wait until the morning?"

"No, it can't," Orlando answered. "If we wait until the morning, then you 
KNOW that we will not talk about it. We need to discuss the feelings that 
are between us."

Legolas sat up, instantly wide awake. "Don't even THINK about that," he 
ordered.

"Why don't you want to talk about it?" Orlando demanded, annoyed. "Not 
talking about them is NOT going to make the feelings go away."

Legolas closed his eyes briefly. "You don't know what you're asking for," 
he whispered, voice shaking.

"I know enough," Orlando replied. "I know that we're not being fair to 
ourselves or each other. Am I right in thinking that your feelings for me go 
beyond friendship?"

Legolas was silent for so long that Orlando thought he wasn't going to 
answer. But he eventually said, "All I really want to do is throw you to the 
ground and just take you."

Orlando's mouth felt suddenly dry. He carefully considered what he could 
say to that. If he said the wrong thing, he would lose Legolas. "Why don't 
you?" he asked at last.

"What?" There was disbelief in that word. Disbelief, and something else.

Orlando swallowed. "I want you to just take me," he told the elf prince.

"Are you sure? There can be no backing out from this." 

"I'm sure."

After a moment, Orlando felt a light touch on his cheek. His face was 
turned slightly, and hard lips pressed against his in a searing kiss. Orlando 
entwined his arms around what he guessed was Legolas' neck.

"Don't we need light?" he whispered against the other's mouth.

Legolas laughed softly, and that sound made Orlando shiver, though not 
with fear. "I do not," he replied.

Legolas' hands moved gently, caressingly, down Orlando's body until he 
came to the button and zip of his jeans. Then, he stopped.

"What's wrong?" Orlando asked, feeling a little frustrated. "How do you 
unfasten these clothes?" Legolas muttered, more to himself than Orlando.

"I can show you," Orlando suggested. Legolas ignored him. He struggled 
for a bit with Orlando's jeans, and then there was a very faint pop.

"Hey!" Orlando cried. "Those were my best jeans!"

Legolas glanced up at Orlando, and a pale light seemed to be coming from 
his face, lighting up the night. "You want this." It wasn't a question. 
Orlando nodded.

Legolas returned his attention to the jeans. He found the zip easier to 
undo, and soon had the jeans off Orlando. Then, he removed the T-shirt. 
Luckily, it had no fastenings.

For a moment, the elf prince and the actor just stared at each other, their 
looks intense. Then one of them moved, and they were holding each other 
tightly.

"Aren't you going to take off your own clothes?" Orlando whispered.

Legolas laughed again. He gently moved Orlando away from him, and 
removed his own clothes, laying them on the ground. Then, he took the 
actor into his arms again. "Better?" Orlando nodded against his shoulder. 
"Good." Legolas brushed his lips against Orlando's forehead. Then, he 
pushed Orlando backwards onto the ground and knelt by him.

Legolas lightly ran his tongue over Orlando's nipple, and then bit slightly. 
Orlando gasped, and his arms tightened around Legolas, his nails digging 
into the elf's skin. Legolas slowly kissed his way down the man's body, 
teasing him. Orlando gasped as he felt his penis grow hard. "Take me 
now, Legolas!" he cried. "Please!"

Legolas looked up from where he knelt between Orlando's legs, smiling 
faintly. He lowered his head, and licked Orlando's penis. Then, he stroked 
it carefully.

Orlando gasped, and his whole body bucked. "Please!" he gasped. Did that 
weak, pleading voice really belong to him?

Again, Legolas smiled. It was a wicked grin, full of humour and desire. He 
placed his mouth around Orlando's penis. Orlando cried out as the orgasm 
ripped through him, and he ejaculated into Legolas' mouth. Then he lay 
there, spent.

Legolas crawled up to Orlando's head, and kissed him lightly on the 
mouth. The man kissed back, hard. Legolas carefully lifted the actor into 
his arms, and cradled him protectively.

Orlando rested his head against Legolas' chest, listening as the elf 
whispered to him in elfish. He didn't understand what the prince was 
saying, but it was nice to listen to. Legolas stroked Orlando's hair, and 
kissed him again. Then, he gently pushed him down onto the ground on 
his front.

"What... are you doing?" Orlando asked, his voice shaking a little.

Legolas ignored the question. He felt his own penis grow hard. He placed 
his hands on Orlando's back, and thrust into him. Orlando cried out at the 
sudden pain. He clawed at the mud. Legolas thrust again and again, and a 
wave of intense pleasure washed over Orlando, weakening him. He 
gasped, and slumped down, tears streaming down his face.

Legolas collapsed on top of Orlando, and gently withdrew from him. 
Then, he drew the man into his arms. Seeing the tears on Orlando's face, 
the elf prince stopped.

"Did I hurt you?" Legolas asked, concerned.

Orlando shook his head, and clung tightly to Legolas. Within moments, he 
was asleep.

Legolas dropped his chin onto Orlando's head, and slept too.

* * *

The next morning found Legolas and Orlando walking briskly over the 
mountains. Orlando was holding his jeans up with one hand. They had 
managed to find the button in the light of day, but Orlando had no needle 
and thread to sew it back on, so he had put it into his pocket. Of course, 
that meant that his jeans were now falling down.

-Though that may be good if it would get Leegolas' attention,- Orlando 
thought to himself. That morning, the elf had acted coolly towards him, 
barely speaking to him at all.

"Hey, Legolas!" Orlando called. "Could you slow down a little?" Legolas 
turned round. "I would have thought that you would want to get to Mali's 
house as quickly as possible," he answered.

Mali! Orlando had forgotten that Legolas' world was not his own. Was 
that why Legolas was acting so cold towards him? Because they were 
going to be separated soon? Or was it because he was regretting what had 
happened between them yesterday?

-I'm going to get his attention one way or  another,- Orlando decided. He 
dropped to the ground, and stayed there.

Legolas turned round, and walked back to Orlando. "Get up," he ordered 
coldly.

Orlando shook his head stubbornly. "I don't think so," he replied.

Orlando never saw the punch that knocked him onto his back. Legolas 
stood over him, his right fist clenched. "Up!"

Orlando realised that Legolas wanted to hit him again. Somehow, he had 
managed to push the elf prince too far, and now Legolas was furious. 
When Orlando didn't move, Legolas grabbed him by the shoulders and 
dragged him to his feet. He pulled his fist back. Seemingly in slow motion, 
Orlando's hand came up, and grabbed Legolas' wrist before the punch 
could connect. He pushed the elf's arm away. "What are you DOING?" he 
demanded.

Instead of answering, Legolas kneed Orlando in the chest. The man 
gasped, and released his arm. Legolas hit him in the face again, and then 
kicked his leg.

Orlando dropped to his knees, chin on his chest, struggling not to cry. 
Fearfully, he waited for Legolas to hurt him again.

For a few moments, nothing happened. Then, Orlando felt hands on his 
shoulders. He stiffened, but Legolas only crushed him into his arms.

"Oh, Orlando," the elf sighed. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't be taking my anger 
and frustrations out on you. Are you hurt very badly?" Gentle, cool fingers 
traced the bruises on Orlando's face.

As Legolas' fingertips moved across his mouth, Orlando kissed them. The 
elf froze, and then kissed Orlando softly. He held the man desperately, and 
then lowered his head to Orlando's ear.

"An elf can die of a broken heart."

* * *

Mali was actually very young. But she seemed to know what Legolas and 
Orlando wanted. The moment she saw the man and the elf, she told them 
to come into her house.

"Can you open a gateway between Middle Earth and Orlando's world?" 
Legolas asked immediately.

"Of course," Mali answered. She looked carefully at Orlando. "If that's 
what you really want, that is."

"Of course it is!" Legolas said. Orlando nodded without much enthusiasm, 
what Legolas had told him still fresh in his mind.

Mali raised her hands, and concentrated. A portal appeared in the middle 
of the room. She opened her eyes, and looked at Orlando again. "Step 
through." Orlando hesitated, glancing back at Legolas. Then, he stepped 
through the portal.

* * *

A couple of days later, Orlando was jogging through the woods, hoping 
that the portal would open again. He was missing Legolas a lot, and 
wanted to be with him. He'd become depressed without the company of 
the one he loved more than anything else, and he knew he would not miss 
his own world. After about four hours, Orlando's shoulders sagged, and he 
felt a failure. He should never have come back. He should have stayed 
with Legolas, following his heart. Defeated, Orlando started to turn away.

-Is this what you really want? Would you giive up everything for the one 
you love?-

Orlando looked around. "Yes!" he cried.

The forest changed, much quicker than it had the first time. Suddenly, 
Orlando felt a sense of foreboding. Following his instincts, he ran.

"Legolas!" he yelled.

Orlando eventually came to a clearing. He saw a familiar blond-haired 
figure lying propped up against a tree, and he ran to it.

Legolas was pale and shaking. Dropping to his knees beside him, Orlando 
knew that he was dying. The man took the elf into his arms, and kissed 
him repeatedly, sobbing.

"Legolas!" he wept. "Oh, Legolas. I'm so sorry. I should never have left. 
Please don't leave me, Legolas! I love you!" He crushed the elf to his 
chest, weeping bitterly.

Legolas' eyes flickered open. "Orlando?" he whispered, amazed.

Orlando nodded. "Don't leave me, Legolas," he repeated, his voice broken. 
Legolas touched his cheek, then took his hand and kissed it. "I won't," he 
assured the other in a stronger voice.

Orlando stared at him, then began to cry again, though softer now. Legolas 
stroked his hand. "Orlando, I love you too."

* * *

Phew! This fan fiction story is finally finished!