Fic Title: Making Mountains Out of Molehills
Author's Name: Lostiawen
Email: changeling@planetx.org

Rating: NC-17 
Pairing: VM/OB
Genre: RPS

Website: http://www.planetx.org/~changeling

Archive: Viggorously, Mirrormere, More Than Mates, CIB, Aniron,
Lirimaer, my site.  All others please ask, I'll surely say yes.

Feedback: Yes, please.

Summary: Sometimes the smallest things can set off a 
major chain of events.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, none of
this really happened.  The author is not associated
with or is implying anything about the sexual
preferences or the lives of the people depicted within.

Warnings: sap, fluff, sappy/fluffy smut.

Author's Notes: Okay, the weirdest things hit me
for plotbunnies.  I was trying to figure out what
to do with the slashy bunnies hopping around from
the Wellington and L.A. ROTK premieres, and then I
saw the iFilm junket with the mole.

Orli was just *so* adorable after he saw the little guy
that I got bit by a PWP bunny...which grew into this
full blown fic.  I also decided that the occasional 
change was good, so this fic is a lot more softcore than my usual.

Anyway, this got rattled off quickly, and I'm as
sick as a dog right now, so many pardons if it
ain't the most coherent thing in the world.

Many thanks to Elizabeth for her suggestions,
and many, many thanks to the mole, because if he hadn't
poked his little nose out in the first place, this
fic would have never been written. :)

Posted Dec. 13th, 2003

***

Viggo closed his eyes, happy to finally have a chance to rest.
The premiere at Wellington was stupendous, as was the afterparty,
but they still had a number of other ones to attend, and he needed
to get some sleep while he could.

As he was nodding off, Orli's voice suddenly jolted him awake.
"I tell you, man, there was a *mole* poking its nose out of the ground 
while we were doing the junket," Orli was bouncing in his seat 
across the aisle as he chatted with Dominic, his voice bubbling 
over with excitement.

"You're kidding, mate," Dom replied.

"No, man.  It was really sweet, he just kept wiggling
his nose at me..." Orli said, his eyes lighting up as
he detailed the mole's antics.

Viggo smiled, feeling his heart swell as he watched 
Orli babble.  The warm fuzziness within him was soon
replaced by an ache as remembered how he used to
watch Orli talk excitedly about Legolas during
their days off in New Zealand; watched his
eyes sparkle with enthusiasm and his skin glow
in the sun as he spouted on about the newest
ideas he had for his character.  Unfortunately,
the operative word was had.  They had agreed
from the start to never carry their relationship
beyond New Zealand.  It was the best, cleanest
thing to do, considering their divergent careers
and life paths.

Or was it?  Viggo still remembered the awkwardness
he felt at Cannes.  He still remembered the feel
of Orli's smooth skin against his, remembered the slide
of their damp bodies against each other after a long
night of making love.  Memories that were 
branded into his mind and just wouldn't let go
until he threw himself into his photography and
his exhibits.

Liv nudged Viggo, interrupting his thoughts.
"He hasn't laughed like that in a long time."

Viggo frowned.  "He was pretty exuberant during
the premiere."

"You haven't been checking the magazines lately,
have you?"

Viggo shook his head.  It had just gotten too
painful to see photos of Orli everywhere, so he
had cut himself off from the popular media.

Liv said, "He hasn't really looked happy since
he saw you in L.A. last year."

Viggo shook his head, "You're imagining things, Liv."

Liv was about to reply when Orlando said loudly, "And
I take back anything I said about the girly shriek, Billy,
Liv just fucking raised the roof."

"I did not!" Liv retorted.

"Did too!" Orli said, sticking his tongue out at her.  "I
half expected you to pick up your skirts and dance on
the chair.  I can just see it now..." Orli's voice 
rose to a ridiculous falsetto. "'Eek! A mole!  Save
me, Orli!  Oh no, what shall I do?'"

"Asshole," Liv yelled.  She suddenly darted out
of her seat and jumped on top of Orli, peppering
his chest with girly slaps.  "You take that back," she said,
pouting.

Orli retaliated by tickling her, causing her to
squeal.  "See?  Louder than Billy," Orlando said to Dominic.
Liv whacked him harder.

Viggo turned away, trying to ignore the sounds
of Orli and Liv play fighting.  He was interrupted
again by the sound of someone settling down
next to him.  He reluctantly peeled his eyes open, 
cocking an eyebrow as he noticed Dom in Liv's seat.

Dom said, "Liv almost kicked me while she was flailing around.
Thought it'd be safer here."

Viggo nodded.  He heard another shrill cry from Liv, and
laughed as he saw that she was sprawled out on Dom's
recently vacated seat, screeching as Orli tickled her
mercilessly.

Dom was watching Viggo carefully, and Viggo said,
"What is it?"

"Well..." Dom said, his brows knitting, "It's about Orli."

"What about it?"

"Vig, his life has been hell since we wrapped."

Viggo replied mildly, "He's just feeling stressed from
being busy."

"And I know the two of you agreed to keep your relationship casual,
but we all know that our elf wears his heart on his sleeve."  He
paused and then stared Viggo in the eye. "Vig, you need to get 
your head out of your arse!  This is the last
chance we'll be together...do something before it's too
late."

Viggo bristled.  He was about to growl at Dom when John boomed
out, "Children, could you please keep it down? Some of us are 
*trying* to get some sleep before the premiere." 

Liv and Orli immediately stopped.  She said meekly, "Sorry, John,"
before she got up.

Dom rose from Liv's seat and said, "Think about it, Viggo."
As Liv settled back down, Viggo looked over at Orli, and
found himself drowning in his wide, expressive eyes once again.

Orli beamed at him, his eyes crinkling delightfully at the
corners, and Viggo felt his heart skip.  Then the old
hesitations plagued his mind...issues of age, of divergent
careers, of unwanted publicity.

He smiled at Orlando, but it was one of his automatic ones,
and he tried to tell himself that the dimming in Orli's
face was merely the shadows and jetlag.

His thoughts still a blend of confusion and uncertainty, he 
settled down to an uneasy sleep.

Orli's mellow voice woke him up again; Viggo opened his eyes
slowly and saw that the cabin had been darkened.  Orli was on
the airplane's phone with someone.  "Yes...Burbank Airport
you say?  Will she even be allowed out there?  Yes...all right...
yes, I'll be sure to smile this time.  Yes, I promise.  All right? 
Bye."  Orli hung up with a loud sigh, and Viggo noticed with alarm
that lines had etched themselves into the formerly smooth face.

"Robin?" he whispered, trying not to wake Liv up.

Orli nodded tiredly.  Viggo gestured over to the area near the 
bathrooms,
which was far enough away from the passengers so that they
could talk quietly.

They both carefully climbed out of their seats and walked over,
trying to be as quiet as possible.  When they reached the
bathrooms, Orli put his head against Viggo's chest and
let out a long sigh.  Viggo wrapped his arms around Orli, hugging him, 
but
he resisted the urge to bury his nose in the long curls.

"What has Robin schemed up this time?" Viggo asked in a hushed
voice.

"She worked things out so that Kate will be there to
greet me on the tarmac of Burbank Airport before I go
on Leno.  I'm supposed to give her an enthusiastic greeting 
and a photographer will capture it all.  After all, I still 
need to appear to be a happy, heterosexual lad," he grimaced.  He 
looked at
Viggo, and his eyes were shimmering with hurt, "It used
to be so easy in New Zealand, Vig.  No one gave a toss
who I was shagging.  I wish we...I mean, I, could have
that again."

Viggo ignored the slip, cupping Orli's face in his hand instead
and tilting it up.  He caressed the satiny cheek, alarmed at how
Orli seemed to have aged ten years in the last ten minutes.
Orli pressed his face into Viggo's palm, his eyelashes fluttering.
He let out a breathy sigh, and his eyes suddenly opened and 
met Viggo's, the chocolate brown depths vulnerable and pleading,
the emotion in them sending Viggo's thoughts whirling...
his thoughts darted to memories of olive skin shining in the New 
Zealand sunlight, of hot, fevered kisses and slow, lazy
afternoons; of camping out and cold nights spent laughing and talking;
and the one memory he had tried to bury...the look in Orli's
eyes after he had nearly drowned in the river.  The same
look that Orli was giving him now.

The old doubts started flitting through his mind, but then
he heard Dom's words and Viggo cast them aside.  He
took a deep breath, trying to make his tongue work.

"Vig?  Something the matter?"

He whispered hoarsely, "We could have that..."
He cursed as the words caught in his throat, 
refusing to be voiced.

Orli's eyes grew to the size of dinner plates.  "W-what?"

Viggo saw the hopefulness in Orli's gaze and he
swallowed.  Steadying himself he said, "We could have
that and more, if you can forgive me."

The expression on Orli's face was eager, and he
found the courage to finish.  "I don't want to let you 
slip by again, Orli.  I want you to be in my life.  I love you, 
Orlando Bloom; will you take me back?"

Orli threw his arms around Viggo.  "Yes!  Oh God, yes!"
he exclaimed before he pressed their lips together.

Viggo moaned as he felt Orli opening for him.  Delighted in
the slick feel of their tongues meeting.  He thoroughly explored
Orli's willing mouth, reacquainting himself with every nuance,
every little taste and texture.  He heard Orli whimpering against
his lips, and felt the slim body pressing against him, grinding
their achingly hard crotches against each other.

Viggo tore their lips apart. "We can't do anything here,"
he panted.

Orli bit his lip.  "Bugger.  You're right."  He kissed Viggo
chastely.  "I've waited this long, I can stand a few
hours more."

"Henry's with Exene this month," Viggo said casually.

Orlando grinned.  "Are you hinting at something, old man?"

"Not at all.  Except that you're going to have to hit the
drugstore first."

"I can do that," Orli said, his face splitting into a megawatt
smile.

***
Viggo was pacing anxiously.  He and Orli had left in separate cars
at different times to confuse the press.  He knew that L.A. traffic
could get bad sometimes, but he was impatient.

He breathed a sigh of relief as he heard Orli's car pulling
into his driveway.  He flung the door open and was rewarded
by his enthusiastic lover tackling him.

He broke his fall as they went tumbling down together,
taking the brunt of the impact to avoid hurting Orli's back.
He laughed as the slim form squirmed on top of him, giggling.

Orli then kicked the door shut with his foot and kissed Viggo
heartily, cupping his face in his hands.  Viggo moaned
as he felt Orli's thumbs stroking his temples, the
familiar motion causing his body to heat up.

He wrapped his legs around Orli's, trying to press the
slim body as closely as possible to his as their tongues
wrapped around each other.  He sucked gently on Orli's
tongue, feeling himself melt inside at Orlando's answering
whimper.

Reluctantly, he pulled back from Orli's sweet lips 
and whispered, "Bed."

Orli grinned cheekily and pulled out a small paper bag
from his pocket.  "Got everything here."  He rolled off
of Viggo and helped him to his feet.

Hand in hand, the two lovers went into Viggo's bedroom.
Once they reached their goal, Orli tossed the paper 
bag onto the bed, and beamed as it landed in the correct spot.

His expression wobbled when Viggo cupped a hand against his 
cheek again.  "I missed you so damn much, angel," Viggo purred
as he stroked the skin with his thumb.  Orlando's face lit up 
at the familiar endearment.  He kissed the rough palm and grabbed the 
hem
of Viggo's t-shirt.  

Viggo allowed Orli to pull the garment over his
head, inhaling sharply as Orli pressed himself against
his bare back.  "Mmmm, and I missed this," Orli said, nibbling
gently on Viggo's neck.  He tasted his way across
Viggo's shoulder blade, pausing to trace his tongue
along the elvish tattoo.

Viggo's breath hitched as the hot, wet strokes lovingly
mapped the lettering that connected them.  Each touch
of Orli's hands on him was setting his skin on fire,
and he arched back as he felt Orli's hands reaching
around to caress his chest. 

"And I missed this," Orli murmured as his hands came up to 
pinch the already furling nipples, causing Viggo to gasp out loud.  

Orli's tongue snaked out, lashing over Viggo's sensitized
skin.  He convulsed, his body trembling as Orli assaulted
his senses.  His brain was still fuzzy as Orli spun him
around.

"And...I missed you most of all," he said throatily
before he captured Viggo's lips.  Viggo's brain
completely short-circuited as Orli's tongue plundered
his mouth.  It wasn't until he was pushed gently
backward onto the bed that he realized that Orli had
already unzipped his jeans and had pulled them down
to his knees along with his briefs.

He laughed gently as Orli finished undressing him.  He reached
up to return the favor, but Orli stopped him, tearing
off his clothes quickly before he flopped down
naked beside Viggo on the bed.

Viggo whistled in appreciation.  He hadn't seen
Orli naked or shirtless since New Zealand, and his
already hard cock twitched as he raked his
eyes over the sculpted muscles.

Grinning cheekily, Orli flexed and stretched.
"Do these meet with your approval, m'sieur?" he
husked in a heavy French accent.

Viggo chuckled and traced his finger along the underside
of Orli's erection, smirking as Orli whimpered softly.  
"I think I need to see your muscles in action before I 
can give you my exact opinion," he said, reaching
for the paper bag.

Orli smiled as Viggo pulled out a condom and tore the
wrapper.  He felt impatient as he sat up on his knees
so that Viggo could roll the latex barrier onto him,
but he controlled himself, knowing that Viggo hadn't been 
with another man since their break up.  After the condom
was applied, Orli retrieved the lube and coated two of 
his fingers with it.

Viggo spread his legs eagerly, thirsting for Orli's
touch.  He moaned as Orli eased a finger into
him, working it in slowly.

"Orli," he hissed.  "I want you now."

"It's been a while, luv," Orli said, sliding his
finger over Viggo's sweet spot.  "You're incredibly
tight."

Viggo cried out and arched up stiffly.  His cobalt
blue eyes blazed with lust, as he said thickly, 
"No, I've waited long enough.  Now."

Orli licked his lips, unable to resist Viggo's demands. He 
reached for the lube and applied some to his cock before he
positioned himself carefully at Viggo's entrance, groaning
as the firm hips pushed down in response.

"Fuck me, Orli," Viggo rasped in his illegal voice. 

Orli immediately slid in, causing both of them to
hiss in pleasure.  Viggo squirmed as he felt Orli's
length sinking into him, the heat scorching him
inside.  Orli paused when he was fully sheathed, 
panting heavily.

"Christ...you feel so good," Orli whispered, his
tongue flickering out to lick Viggo's parted 
lips.

"I love you," Viggo said, caressing Orli's face.

"Love you, too," Orli breathed, pulling back
and sliding into Viggo with long, gliding strokes.
The two of them gasped, savoring each slow thrust,
each liquid slide.

The languid rhythm continued, and time seemed to stop
as they moved together, hands caressing and
dancing over shiny, sweat-glistened flesh; breaths mingling
as they mutually cried out; losing a bit of themselves
as they joined, dissolving and melding their consciousness
into one being.

Eventually, Orli's thrusts sped up, and he reached
down to grab Viggo's erection.  He changed the angle 
slightly, rubbing against the sensitive gland.

Viggo gasped as his blood turned to molten lava.
"Orli..." he cried out, "Oh God..."

"That's it," Orli cooed, his hand starting to blur
on Viggo's shaft.  Viggo felt Orli jabbing him deeply,
and he moaned as each stroke unraveled him inside.  
His hard flesh throbbed in Orli's hand and he writhed underneath 
the slim body, bucking urgently as he approached orgasm.

"Orli," Viggo breathed, his body completely taut as he
teetered on the precipice.  Sensing that Viggo was close,
Orli gave his swollen cock an urgent tug, flicking a thumb 
over the head.  "Come for me," he purred.

At the throaty prompt, Viggo cried out, his senses exploding
as he climaxed.  He arched off the bed, spurting hotly
over Orli's hand.  

Orli's pace grew ragged, and with a final thrust, he threw
his head back, lips parting as he screamed, "Viggo!"
Viggo groaned, feeling Orli's cock twitch within him 
as his lover found his release.

Orlando's body tensed and then went completely slack.
He dizzily pulled out and disposed of the condom before
he crawled back into bed and snuggled beside Viggo.

Viggo poked inside of the bag and frowned when he
didn't see any wet-naps.  Shrugging, he grabbed some tissues
from the box on the nightstand and cleaned them both off.

"Mmm," Orli said. "That was fantastic."

Viggo buried his nose in the damp curls and kissed the top
of Orli's head.  "It was, but don't get too comfy; we still have to
go to the premiere tonight."

"Fuck," Orli groused.  "Too much effort to get cleaned up
and dressed.  Can't we go naked?"

"I think Bob Shaye will get really upset," Viggo replied.

Orli sighed.  "Oh well."  He kissed Viggo's nose.  "Wash
my back?"

"You know what that will lead to."

Orli grinned cheekily.  "As long as we get up now, we'll have time."

Viggo jumped out of bed.  "All right, then.  Come on, elf boy,"
he said, holding out his hand.

"Lead the way, smelly human," Orli said, laughing.

****

Viggo smiled broadly as the flashbulbs popped around them.
He felt completely elated and it took a massive amount
of self-control for him to not grope Orli in front of the fans.

He saw Dominic in the distance and waved to him.  To his
dismay, Orli got dragged off at this point to do another interview.
He was still feeling Orli's absence when Dominic walked up to him 
and said happily,  "I see that you two have
settled things."  

Viggo hugged him and said, "Dom, thanks for telling me what 
a dumbass I was being."

"No problem, Vig.  But...another little bit of advice?"

"Hmm?"

"You and Orli are all over each other.  The kisses you've
been trading aren't going to fool anyone.  Robin's going
to have Orli's arse in a sling."

Viggo grumped, "She can go fuck herself.  All she's done
is made Orli's life miserable."

Dom's eyes glinted with mischief.  "You want to really tweak
her?"

Viggo said cautiously, "Orli and I aren't ready to come
out yet.  We just got back together."

"This won't blow your cover."

Viggo said, "All right, what is it, Dom?"

Dom said, "Trust me.  If this is done right,
the lasses out there will be squealing about it for ages. 
However, I *will* need to borrow the elf for my nefarious plan to
work."  He grinned evilly.

"Go for it, assuming that Orli's okay with the idea."

"Cool.  See you in a bit, Vig."

Viggo nodded.  As another reporter grabbed his attention,
he noticed Dom whispering something in Orli's ear.  When
he saw Orli's megawatt smile, he tried to control himself from
beaming in turn.

Viggo wished he had his camera at this point.  Whatever Dom
was planning must be very, very good.

THE END