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crack_van2005-11-12 09:24 am
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The Poem of the Air by Jocondite (PG-13)
Fandom: LOTRIPS
Pairings: Dom/Billy, Elijah/Orlando, Viggo/Orlando
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jocondite
Author Website: N/A
Why this must be read: Set during filming, this story, told from Billy's point of view, describes a manic roadtrip with a detour to fondue. It's all sunburn and sweet dreams until the snow starts falling and the underlying tensions begin to shadow the gleeful frivolity. Billy's got a knack for reading his comrades, from ditzy Orlando to mad bastard Viggo, but somehow he's got Dom all wrong. There's some deft juggling of humour and friction here, and a tender scene to finish.
Dom stretches, knocking Elijah’s head off his shoulder and alerting the car to his regained consciousness. He leans back further onto Billy, all beatific calm, despite the fact that Elijah has just clouted him. “The fondue shall come to pass, Bill. I have foreseen it.”
Billy cannot help groaning loudly.
In the driver’s seat, Viggo twitches. Billy watches with trepidation.
Slowing down until he car is barely moving, Viggo turns around to look at Dom. “What’s this, perian?”
“I have had a holy vision,” Dom announces insouciantly. Elijah starts to giggle uncontrollably next to him
“A vision,” Dom continues, still utterly straight-faced, although his eyes are goddamn glinting, “of future glory and magnificence awaiting us. Fondue, my brothers of the snowboard. Cheesy goodness that it is our fucking duty to seek out and gorge upon.”
The car pulls over.
“It is a sacred quest,” Viggo proclaims, eyes gleaming fanatically, face solemn and set.
Elijah and Orli pledge their allegiance.
Billy puts his face in his hands. If he didn’t love these men like brothers, then he’d be seriously pissed off right now.
The Poem of the Air
Pairings: Dom/Billy, Elijah/Orlando, Viggo/Orlando
Author on LJ:
joconditeAuthor Website: N/A
Why this must be read: Set during filming, this story, told from Billy's point of view, describes a manic roadtrip with a detour to fondue. It's all sunburn and sweet dreams until the snow starts falling and the underlying tensions begin to shadow the gleeful frivolity. Billy's got a knack for reading his comrades, from ditzy Orlando to mad bastard Viggo, but somehow he's got Dom all wrong. There's some deft juggling of humour and friction here, and a tender scene to finish.
Dom stretches, knocking Elijah’s head off his shoulder and alerting the car to his regained consciousness. He leans back further onto Billy, all beatific calm, despite the fact that Elijah has just clouted him. “The fondue shall come to pass, Bill. I have foreseen it.”
Billy cannot help groaning loudly.
In the driver’s seat, Viggo twitches. Billy watches with trepidation.
Slowing down until he car is barely moving, Viggo turns around to look at Dom. “What’s this, perian?”
“I have had a holy vision,” Dom announces insouciantly. Elijah starts to giggle uncontrollably next to him
“A vision,” Dom continues, still utterly straight-faced, although his eyes are goddamn glinting, “of future glory and magnificence awaiting us. Fondue, my brothers of the snowboard. Cheesy goodness that it is our fucking duty to seek out and gorge upon.”
The car pulls over.
“It is a sacred quest,” Viggo proclaims, eyes gleaming fanatically, face solemn and set.
Elijah and Orli pledge their allegiance.
Billy puts his face in his hands. If he didn’t love these men like brothers, then he’d be seriously pissed off right now.
The Poem of the Air
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I'll leave the rec up with an eta in case it's just a temporary thing.
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Ahem. *attepmts to calm self* This is la_joconde; I renamed my journal after an unfortunate accessing by a RL friend. It's
...Again, thank you, and now I am blithering like an idiot. You lovely person, you.
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