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The Musician	By : Faline Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 2170 -:- 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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Chapter 5 - Elven Looks

The drive was considerably short. Traffic had lightened over their meal and both were looking forward to the latest movie from Russell Crowe and Claire Danes. The subject of the name Claire brought up many a bad and good memory from each of the vehicle's riders. It seemed though that Hannah's were the least depressed.

"I know a girl named Claire. She's my cousin's best friend. Never have I ever met such a strange girl." Orlando looked over at Hannah, who was smiling out the window, caught in some memory.

"How's that?" She looked back at him, the smile fading slightly.

"She is overbearing and spirited. She seems to care only for herself, and yet that couldn't be farther from the truth. Her love of the world is what makes her so jaded and so cruel to those who harm it."

"So, she's close to you then?"

Hannah nodded. "Yes, she's like a sister to me. My cousin as well. They're both my family now."

There was a sadness in Hannah's eyes which puzzled Orlando. He hadn't seen a darkness like this come over someone in a long time. And even then, the person had only been acting. That hadn't been real, but this was. Something was deeply troubling his date. "You don't have any other family?" He watched her smile completely fall now, and immediately regretted his ill-timed question.

"No, they're . . . gone. Only Anna and Claire are here now." She was being evasive, that much was obvious, and Orlando decided that it would be best to leave it at that. He saw that they were approaching their street and slowed accordingly. They didn't speak very much until they had exited the car, and then, only conversational chatter.

At the ticket booth, Hannah shivered unconsciously and Orlando thought she might be coming down with something. He leaned in close to her ear. He could smell her conditioner at this close range. "Are you cold?"

She shook her head. "No, I just don't like the way that people stare."

Orlando raised his gaze and it flickered around the crowd. A circle had been made around ther ofr of on-lookers and he groaned inwardly. He had hoped to avoid the fans and the cold with his scarf and hat, but it hadn't worked. One brave soul snapped a photo before he could pull Hannah inside the building.

As their eyes adjusted to the dim lights of the theatre, they both shed their heavy outer clothing. Orlando watched with an eagle's eye as the long black coat that Hannah had been wearing slid from her thin shoulders, and into her waiting palms. He chuckled low in his throat, but she couldn't hear him. She was too busy looking at the lin the the concession stand and also at the bathroom.

She was deciding something, and Orli could only guest that it was refreshments, or the potty. He reached out to her with his long arm and took her coat. "I'll get us drinks and some popped corn. Do you want any special soda?"

She looked at him surprised, taken back a little by the fact that he could seemingly read her mind. "Umm, no, not really. Anything is fine." He nodded and made his way to the food stand.

Hannah watched him go.

They didn't make men like that in Georgia. They didn't make men so tall and thin or so frail looking. Orlando looked like a strong wind might blow him over, and yet he had a strength lying just under the surface that belied weakness. Shaking her head, Hannah walked quickly to the bathroom to empty her bladder.

He was waiting for her when she came out, two cups of 'pop' and a bag of popcorn wedged between his chest and his arm. She giggled when she saw the goofy grin plastered on his face. "Let me get that for you." She slid her fingers in between his arm and the bag, lifting the popcorn out of its cradle. He smiled in thanks and they both turned to head for the theatre.

There were many long, boring previews at the beginning of the movie. The only high light came when Ewan McGregor's newest movie flashed across the silver screen and Orlando gave a whoop. "I know him."

Hannah regarded him with humor. "I know."

He gave her an odd look, before remembering that she had in fact seen Black Hawk Down. "Oh, right." He laughed lightly before they both turned to the screen once again and the whirl of the movie sweep them away.

It was an odd piece. The movie, Flora Plumb, was about a deformed circus performer who falls in love with a beautiful, young trapeze artist. But, the trapeze artist loves someone else, and the fabled tale of the Hunchback of Notre Dame is rewritten and played beautifully by a good cast. The movie was special to Hannah though, which was why she purposefully held Orlando back at tnd ond of the film.

"Just wait. There's something special I want to show you."

As the credits drifted on, the moaning sounds of a soulful violin drifted through the sound system. It was the main theme of the movie and Hannah was air stringing it to perfection. Orlando looked at the woman at his side to the screen, where the music credits were being displayed. Hannah Markham flashed on under violin soloist. "That's you?" His exclamation filled the near empty theatre and those who still remained all of a sudden became very interested in the short woman and the tall man.

There was a smile on her lips and a sparkle in her eyes as she nodded. Again Orlando's hand came down, but this time it was hwn twn that she placed in his tender care. He pulled her up gently from the seat. "You, Miss Markham, never cease to amaze me. You can lose your instrument, and find another within twelve hours. Then, you can sit through a movie knowing every single note on the score without so much as flinching a finger. And not to mention your extreme regard for young, foolish girls."

"I wouldn't call the triplets foolish. Just young and excited. You are, Mr. Bloom, a movie star after all. Us musicians don't meet too many of your kind unless we are able to travel far and sleep on planes."

"Touché, but still. You handled them marvelously."

She accepted the compliment with a nod of her head. "Well, that's all good and fine, but I think we should be going. There's a line at the door." Orlando's gaze fell to the exit. Five or six people were all waiting for them. He silently groaned at his obvious misfortune before pulling Hannah closer to his side and plastering a smile on his face.

It ended up being a group of LOTR fanatics who had seen the pair during the movie and had plenty of questions. Orlando answered as many about the movie as possible and signed every single one of their movie stubs. When they started to dig around for other things for his to sign, he held up his hands in defeat. "I would love to stay and chat. It has been a real pleasure talking to you, but I must be on my way. Please excuse me."

The group made a path for them and Hannah followed, smirking. He had been very uncomfortable at the center of all that attention and seemed to breathing a lot easier now that they were free of the impromptu prison.

"Why are you smirking?"

"I don't think I've seen someone that uncomfortable since we glued my English teacher to her chair in high school, and she had to take of her pants to get up."

He glanced at her, and his mood immediately lightened. It was like a strange infection. When he was her, Orlando felt much happier than he had in a year or two. Certainly since he had ended his last relationship. With Claire.

The thought of Claire also brought up the thought of Christmas dinner. The plot that he had been forming in his head since Sam's phone call fell to pieces at his feet as he looked at Hannah, walking next to him in the cold. Could he really take her to meet his family? She was kind and she was certainly smart, but what if she had a hidden hitch, like Claire? Could he trust her? She glanced at him and smiled.

He kept walking, but smiled back, his thoughts briefly allayed. She seemed to be very kind, tru trustworthy, and above all, very normal. This was a great relie him him. "Where would you like to go now?"

She paused along the sidewalk, perfectly under a street lamp. The light shining down on her head was cause enough for Orlando to suck in his breath. Her hair appeared to be fine woven, light as gold and silky smooth. He stilled his hand even as it reached out to caress the strands.

"Hmm, I don't know. I could go for a cup of coffee, if that's okay with you?" She looked up semi-hopefully and he nodded, just hoping to get out out of the framing light. The temptation at that moment was almost too great. She smiled, and looked up and down the street, picking out a café open. He followed her light steps, falling in next to her. Their hands brushed against each other, and in an act of pure sweetness, he grasped her fingers in his own. She smiled up at him.

They walked silently down the snow-covered street. The white stuff was yet falling, creating an almost surreal feeling to the place for Hannah; she had never expected to find an experience like this playing for the Symphony.

The walk was short and they were soon removing their coats and scarves once more. Orlando chose a seat in the back for the sheer purpose of privacy. Hannah didn't seem to mind, and after placing and receiving their orders, they were quite comfortable.

Many thoughts weighed on Hannah's mind. Tomorrow was Christmas, and while she loved spending the holiday alone year after year, she was sick of the monotony of the situation. She had thought that perhaps she should ask Orlando to spend the day with her. That was if he didn't have other arrangements. Knowing that the strength to ask him a question like that was not with her, she was merely placated to sit and sip her coffee.

"Hannah? What are you doing tomorrow?"

The sentence had come out of left field. Orlando hadn't even been thinking of the next day's arrangement, and here he had actually spoken what he was wondering aloud. Perhaps he'd have to invest in those crazy pills after all.

She looked over the rim of her cup with slightly widened eyes. He had stunned her. Slowly, deliberately, she lowered her cup and sighed, fiddling with the glass handle. "I was actually going to ask you the same thing."

They both laughed uneasily, each unsure of where to go from there.

"Well, you go first. You're taller."

Orlando's eyes danced with mirth. "All right. I was going to ask, if you didn't have anything else planned, if you would like to come with me and attend my family dinner tomorrow night. Completely as friends, of course, and if you're not doing anything else."

She shook her head in amazement. Were they really that in tune to each other's feeling already? This was a new thought and a big step for her. She had known him for all of three days. It wasn't normal to meet a guy's family after three days.

But then again, what else did she have to do? And what did she have to lose by saying yes?

Orlando watched the silent battle wage in her head, and silently hoped she would say yes.

"Well, I don't have anything else planned, so I guess that would be a really great idea. I'd love to come and meet your family Orlando."

His grin was contagious as he swept her hand up and kissed her palm. "Thank you so much Hannah. You have no idea how much this mean to me. Without you, I'd be forced to wash dishes and clear the table. And let me tell you, I'm horrible at house work."

"No problem Orlando. It will be my pleasure."

smilsmiled at each other in mutual happiness. One was getting a place to spend Christmas at and people to celebrate with. The other was getting one step closer to finding someone who could see beyond the fake Elven Looks.
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