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Flying With Eagles	By : Zar Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 10191 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Orlando Bloom. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Flying with Eagles
Author: Zar
Email: zarakan@hotmail.com
LJ: http://www.livejournal.com/users/squishypiglet/
Warnings: This is slash. Don't like it? Don't read it!
Pairings: Viggorli with special guest Eric Bana.
Disclaimer: This is not true, despite all my wishes.
Summary: What does Orlando have that no one else does? Well, other than Viggo...

Chapter 22

There is only one advantage to Orlando’s limp – since he has a crutch no one thinks twice of the old man who has an arm wrapped around his. All we got at most, was a look from a woman while we were crossing the bridge to get to “Some Like it Hot”, but I think she was more in awe of my god’s beauty than she was of our physical contact.

It took a while to get there since we spent a lot of our time stopping to admire the view and sneak in a few kisses along the way. The afternoon is bright, echoing our mood and Orlando takes the time to stop and play with an over-excited puppy and owner we meet along the way.

“Hello, puppy!” is my god’s gleeful greeting as he bends awkwardly to pat the dog on the head. He’s really going to hurt his back if he goes on like this, so I lead him over to a bench along the water’s edge, one of those ‘scenic viewpoints’ and the dog happily follows his whistle.

I nod apologetically to its owner who doesn’t seem to mind at all and only seems to blush. She must be enamoured with my prince.

“What’s your dog’s name?” Orlando asks, twisting his body to play with the yapping dog on the floor. The whole point of his sitting on the bench was so that he wouldn’t be putting pressure on his back, but it seems he goes out of his way to cause himself pain. Rolling my eyes at the woman, I hoist the dog up onto the seat beside him. That should be less painful for him now.

The owner, whom I am guessing to be in her early twenties peeks at me before answering, “Aragorn.”

It is hard stifling a laugh, but the young lady hears me anyway and turns red.

“Sorry,” I quickly apologise, “but that is a rather…ambitious name for such a tiny dog.”

“Oh, he’s going to be a giant when he’s fully grown. I just hope he will be as brave and strong as the real Aragorn, so he will always protect me. I’ve always wanted to be Arwen, but I haven’t met my ranger…yet. Nor found the perfect wig in the right shade of brown.”

Her tone seems to suggest something more, but Orlando doesn’t react to her flirting, so I don’t either. If he doesn’t want to respond to her advances, I am not about to complain!

“So…” Orlando comments, poking the black dog gently on the nose, “what kind of name is Aracorn, anyway? Is it like, Gaelic or something? A-ra-chhhhorrrrrrn…sounds a little Scottish, with a harsh ‘ch’ like in ‘loch’…”

Oh, my beautiful Orlando. He’s so eager to please and is now looking up in confusion when the lady laughs. I am trying to hold back my chuckling as well but it’s hard when he aims his bewilderment at me, but the woman flicks back her blonde hair and quickly explains.

“No, no, it’s Ara-Gorn. You’ve heard the story, surely. Aragorn, one of the Dunedain? The rightful king of Gondor?”

“Oh right,” my prince nods, though I have a feeling he has no idea what she just talked about by the look on his face, “so remind me, which country is Gondor near again? I am not very good at history or geography…”

Oh my god…better get him out of this before the pout sets in.

“Orlando, muffin, the book? ‘Lord of the Rings’? The fictional book…”

Ahh, there it is. I could almost hear the click in his brain as it all fit together and he smoothly adds on,

“Of course. How could I forget? ‘Lord of the Things’. Right. Great book. But we have to go now…”

Right. Good idea. He’s embarrassed and wants to leave. I can take a hint. Let’s get out of here now.

“Well, sorry Ms…”

“Bosworth, but please, call me, Kate.”

She offers a big smile and her hand, which is when I get my first good look at her and notice her unusual eye colour. Wow…she has different coloured pupils – that’s really cool. I wonder if they’re real…actually, what they would look like photographed? I would love to see her eyes photographed in black and white film to see if the difference is still noticeable there. I wonder…perhaps if we did it in sepia –

There is a not-so-subtle little cough from behind us, and Orlando heaves himself up from the bench, gently swinging Aragorn down to the ground.

“Great to have met you and Aragorn…”

Kate smiles at him and picks up her squirming puppy before dimpling sweetly in my direction.

“Maybe I’ll see you around again some time, Mr…”

“People just call me Viggo. Titles make me uncomfortable.”

She’s flushing again, but still keeping a good grip on her dog. The poor animal must be uncomfortable, the way she’s clutching him to her chest.

“Viggo…that sounds like a ranger’s name to me.”

A ranger? Me? She’s got to be kidding.

“No, I am as far from being a ranger as possible – I am Danish.” That was so lame, but she laughs anyway so I continue, “Though interestingly, ‘Vig’ is Scandinavian element for ‘war’.”

“Oh? Then maybe you were Aragorn in a past life.”

At this point, my god has his arm wrapped around mine again and gives it a squeeze. Poor thing, he must be so embarrassed, not understanding what we’re talking about. I should be more considerate to his feelings. Damn, I am insensitive, no wonder I am divorced.

Giving Kate a last wave, we leave her standing staring after us as we finally reach the café.

“Two coffees, please, Mandy. You know how we like them!” I call cheerfully as we take a seat at Orlando’s regular table.

My beautiful god is refusing to look at me by keeping his head down and I can’t see his eyes thanks to that thrice-damned cap. Poor Orlando must still be upset about looking stupid in front of Kate. It’s not his fault though, not everyone has read ‘Lord of the Rings’, he can’t be expected to know everything.

I pat his hand comfortingly but I have to admit I am startled as he pulls it away.

“Orlando?”

There is no response, so I reach out and take his hand, this time refusing to let go.

“Lemme go.”

What’s happening now? I think there’s something more than just the ‘where is Gondor near again’ question.

“Is there something wrong, muffin?”

“So now I am ‘muffin’, again?”

Eh?

“What are you talking about, Orlando?”

There is a pause before he defiantly looks up at me.

“You could have asked for her number, you know. I wouldn’t have stopped you. We never said we were exclusive.”

This is absurd.

“What is going on?”

He presses his lips together and closes his eyes.
am nam not stupid, Viggo. You know I’ve been in some pretty horrific relationships, but Eric has taught me to stand up for myself.”

What has Mr Leopard-man got to do with anything??

“Okay…” I cautiously venture, “so what are you standing up for?”

“For this!” He gestures outside the café and I don’t know what he’s trying to tell me, but he continues on hurriedly, “the flirting! I am not going to take it. I know we haven’t agreed to ‘go out’ or anyth – ”

“Stop. Orlando, sto
M
My prince takes a deep breath and pauses for a moment.

“What?” he sulks.

“Theas bas been no flirting. There was only one person out there and it was Kate trying to hit on you!”

Uh-oh…there’s sarcastic laughter now.

“Trying to hit on me? Viggo, don’t try to push it on me now. She was all over you, and I saw the way you two flirted. ‘Dump the poor little lame boy on the bench out of the way so I can talk to the pretty girl’” he mocks.

“I didn’t dump you! I was worried you were going to hurt your back playing with Aragorn. Orlando…”

“Then explain the staring into her eyes.”

“Staring into…? Oh my god, Orlando, you’ve got it all wrong. There was no ‘staring into’ business. Did you see her eyes?”

I wait for him to shake his head sulkily before squeezing his hand. “She had really unusual and special eyes – they were different coloured, and I was wondering what they would look like on film. If they would turn out different.”

There is silence, but I can tell Orlando is starting to believe me.

“You weren’t…flirting with her?”

“Of course not! Besides, though you don’t think we’ve ‘agreed’ on it, this relationship we have here is serious to me…and it’s definitely going to be exclusive on my part.”

“Mine too,” he adds quietly.

“Then we’re agreed. We’re not going to see other people.”

I say that calmly enough, but inside, my heart is doing somersaults. It seems too easy to a p a perfect god like himself interested in only one man – let alone me being that lucky bastard.

“Does this mean we’re dating?”

What a question.

“To me, Orlando, we’ve been dating since you first came up to me quoting Oscar Wilde back to me.”

“Since then?”

“Yep. I knew we would end up together.”

Finally, I’ve said something right as he beams at me and casually pulls the cap away from his face. Viggo scores two. Good job, old boy, good job.

“Wait a second.”

Now what…?

“Viggo, you don’t think my eyes are special and unique?” he playfully quips, “I’ve never seen you stare at me like that before!”

I chuckle before bringing his hand in mine, up to my lips for a kiss.

“Oh muffin, you have the most beautiful chocolate eyes in the w. At. At first glimpse, you’d think they were your typical brown eyes…but when you smile, they twinkle and I swear I see flecks of hazel in them…such an extraordinary and unique combination, made by god for only one person. You manage to make the typical and common colour so striking because you have an extra something – the extra spark, extra…oomph that no one else has. There is nothing else in the world that particular shade and blend – it’s all yours, and yours alone. My gorgeous, irreplaceable Orlando.”

He’s staring at me now with those amazing eyes, slightly wider than usual and his mouth a little open before he gulps audibly.

You see, Orlando, I wasn’t lying earlier. I really wasn’t flirting with Kate.

You’ve only just caught a glimpse of flirting a la Viggo.

And we’ve only just begun.

TBC...

SUPER LONG CHAPTER BECAUSE I LOVE FLUFF! Haha...

Sorry you guys, I took the weekend off because I needed to help translate a press release for my aunt into English and it took all of my time. But it's all done now and Eagles is back in action! *Grins*

I find the idea of Kate being interested in Viggo and not Orli soooo amusing. Hehe...come on, I don't think Kate and Orli look good together at all! But that's just me ranting, hehe...

This one wasn't so bad, was it? Rather sappy and cuddly, but I think they both deserve it after the horrible 'talks' they had earlier, so I let my sappy muse roam free. You see what happens?? *Locks her back up*
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