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The Amateur Naturalist by Mirabile_dictu (NC-17)
Fandom: LOTRIPS
Pairing: Dominic centric with various of the fellowship
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mirabile_dictu
Author Website:NA
Why this must be read: mirabile_dictu has her own fabulous niche in the lotrips fandom, she writes excellent future fics, The Amateur Naturalist is no exception. The extensive detail is lush. The love depth and flaws of her characters is nothing short of brilliant. The Amateur Naturalist, is a roller coaster ride of the heart, and a four dimensional look into and at the characters, so go and enjoy this long luscious read.
They stayed nearly a month, mostly in the same hotel he was living out of but traveling a bit to visit old friends not seen in decades. Dom plunged himself into the problem of finding an architect to design the house and a landscaper to help with his vision of the property and contractors to organize the project.
"You really are mad," Elijah confirmed one night as they sat in the hotel bar drinking very old port and smoking the Cuban cigars he'd brought with him. "I mean, the idea is brilliant, it really is, but Dom, the work --"
"I know, I know," he said, smiling around his cigar.
Billy put his arm around Dom's shoulder and kissed his cheek. "How many years has he talked about this?" he asked Elijah without taking his eyes off Dom. "It'll be perfect, I know."
"And we'll retire here and live happily ever after?" Elijah asked a bit skeptically.
"Well, I will," Dom said. "And you and everybody else will come to visit, so I'll never be alone."
"Again" was the unspoken word; he'll never be alone again. Billy flushed and dropped his arm, but Elijah reached over and squeezed Dom's hand where it curled around his glass. "I'll come lots," he promised, his eyes still as wide and sincere as when he was a boy.
"I know, Doodle," Dom said softly, and released his grip on the port to link fingers with Elijah. "I'll build you and Bill the most beautiful home ever. I have so many ideas; I've been keeping them in my journal ever since we left."
"We'll come," Billy said at last, and Dom didn't miss the look of gratitude Elijah flashed at him. "Maybe spend the winters here, surf all year."
"Lovely, Bills," Dom said, and he meant it with all his heart.
Elijah released Dom's hand to raise his glass. "To our future home," he said softly. Billy raised his as well and the two of them looked at Dom, who scratched his neck before raising his own glass. They clinked the port and drank.
"Such a word," Billy mused a few days later, back out on the property. The day was kinder than on his last visit, and although it was still windy, the sky was clear. Dom paced out the dimensions of the house and showed Billy where his and Ali's rooms would be.
"What word?" Elijah shouted from where his rooms would eventually be built.
"Home," Dom answered. He'd known instantly. Such an evocative word. Something he longed for with all his battered heart. He and Billy exchanged glances and this time Billy didn't blush or look away. He nodded firmly.
"T'is an amazing thing you're doin'," he told Dom.
Elijah bounded over, splashing mud. "It's fantastic," he said, shading his eyes to look west over the thousands of miles of ocean. "You're a genius, Dominic Monaghan, and I love you."
"Love you, too," Dom said easily, and Elijah came to him for a hug and a kiss.
"God, I'll miss this," he sighed, and Dom held him tighter. He would, too. They saw each other several times a year, but this was the first extended period they'd spent together in some time. Dom had been amazed at how simple it was to fall back into the old behaviours, and knew he would be devastated when they finally returned to their real lives.
But at least they'd share this, and the project would give him reason to stay in closer touch with them. He turned his head when he felt Billy at his back sliding his arms around both of them. "Fantastic," he echoed. "Seriously, Dom. We should have done this years ago."
They should have, it was true. But better late than never, Dom told himself, and tried to memorize the feeling of his friends around him, to warm him in the long empty months ahead. And not only would Billy and Elijah be here periodically to inspect the progress and finally to spend time here, but the others would come, too: Viggo and Henry, Sean and his family, Sean Bean, Orli with whomever he was married to at the time, Brett, Pete and Fran, Ian, and maybe even John.
Dom could see it all in his mind's eye: a big house always full of friends who'd become family. He'd be in the kitchen cooking whilst Viggo told stories and Billy sang and played guitar and Elijah laughed and Orlando danced. It was a lovely thing, Billy was right, and Dom would midwife it into being, no matter how long it took.
He cried when they left, waving vigorously as they drove away, Elijah twisted backwards in his seat to wave back, crying as well. Before climbing into the driver's seat, Billy stared into Dom's eyes, holding him by the elbows so firmly that Dom wondered if he'd be bruised, then wrapping his arms around Dom. "Fuck," Billy choked. "Please, Dom."
"I'll be right here, Bill," Dom reassured him, stroking his back, tucking his face into Billy's neck so he could smell the familiar aftershave and shampoo scents that rose up from him. "You've got my mobile, you've got my email, you've got my promise. I'll wait right here, no matter how long it takes."
Billy hadn't said anything more, but he kissed Dom passionately, tasting Dom's mouth and lips, sucking on his tongue, and then kissing his face. "I will come back," he said as he climbed into the yellow Land Rover. "You fucking well better be here."
The Amateur Naturalist
{{{Huge apolgises for the end of the month recs, I should have passed, but I couldn't say no, was to excited to rec...either way I hope you enjoy the coming recs}}}
Pairing: Dominic centric with various of the fellowship
Author on LJ:
mirabile_dictuAuthor Website:NA
Why this must be read: mirabile_dictu has her own fabulous niche in the lotrips fandom, she writes excellent future fics, The Amateur Naturalist is no exception. The extensive detail is lush. The love depth and flaws of her characters is nothing short of brilliant. The Amateur Naturalist, is a roller coaster ride of the heart, and a four dimensional look into and at the characters, so go and enjoy this long luscious read.
They stayed nearly a month, mostly in the same hotel he was living out of but traveling a bit to visit old friends not seen in decades. Dom plunged himself into the problem of finding an architect to design the house and a landscaper to help with his vision of the property and contractors to organize the project.
"You really are mad," Elijah confirmed one night as they sat in the hotel bar drinking very old port and smoking the Cuban cigars he'd brought with him. "I mean, the idea is brilliant, it really is, but Dom, the work --"
"I know, I know," he said, smiling around his cigar.
Billy put his arm around Dom's shoulder and kissed his cheek. "How many years has he talked about this?" he asked Elijah without taking his eyes off Dom. "It'll be perfect, I know."
"And we'll retire here and live happily ever after?" Elijah asked a bit skeptically.
"Well, I will," Dom said. "And you and everybody else will come to visit, so I'll never be alone."
"Again" was the unspoken word; he'll never be alone again. Billy flushed and dropped his arm, but Elijah reached over and squeezed Dom's hand where it curled around his glass. "I'll come lots," he promised, his eyes still as wide and sincere as when he was a boy.
"I know, Doodle," Dom said softly, and released his grip on the port to link fingers with Elijah. "I'll build you and Bill the most beautiful home ever. I have so many ideas; I've been keeping them in my journal ever since we left."
"We'll come," Billy said at last, and Dom didn't miss the look of gratitude Elijah flashed at him. "Maybe spend the winters here, surf all year."
"Lovely, Bills," Dom said, and he meant it with all his heart.
Elijah released Dom's hand to raise his glass. "To our future home," he said softly. Billy raised his as well and the two of them looked at Dom, who scratched his neck before raising his own glass. They clinked the port and drank.
"Such a word," Billy mused a few days later, back out on the property. The day was kinder than on his last visit, and although it was still windy, the sky was clear. Dom paced out the dimensions of the house and showed Billy where his and Ali's rooms would be.
"What word?" Elijah shouted from where his rooms would eventually be built.
"Home," Dom answered. He'd known instantly. Such an evocative word. Something he longed for with all his battered heart. He and Billy exchanged glances and this time Billy didn't blush or look away. He nodded firmly.
"T'is an amazing thing you're doin'," he told Dom.
Elijah bounded over, splashing mud. "It's fantastic," he said, shading his eyes to look west over the thousands of miles of ocean. "You're a genius, Dominic Monaghan, and I love you."
"Love you, too," Dom said easily, and Elijah came to him for a hug and a kiss.
"God, I'll miss this," he sighed, and Dom held him tighter. He would, too. They saw each other several times a year, but this was the first extended period they'd spent together in some time. Dom had been amazed at how simple it was to fall back into the old behaviours, and knew he would be devastated when they finally returned to their real lives.
But at least they'd share this, and the project would give him reason to stay in closer touch with them. He turned his head when he felt Billy at his back sliding his arms around both of them. "Fantastic," he echoed. "Seriously, Dom. We should have done this years ago."
They should have, it was true. But better late than never, Dom told himself, and tried to memorize the feeling of his friends around him, to warm him in the long empty months ahead. And not only would Billy and Elijah be here periodically to inspect the progress and finally to spend time here, but the others would come, too: Viggo and Henry, Sean and his family, Sean Bean, Orli with whomever he was married to at the time, Brett, Pete and Fran, Ian, and maybe even John.
Dom could see it all in his mind's eye: a big house always full of friends who'd become family. He'd be in the kitchen cooking whilst Viggo told stories and Billy sang and played guitar and Elijah laughed and Orlando danced. It was a lovely thing, Billy was right, and Dom would midwife it into being, no matter how long it took.
He cried when they left, waving vigorously as they drove away, Elijah twisted backwards in his seat to wave back, crying as well. Before climbing into the driver's seat, Billy stared into Dom's eyes, holding him by the elbows so firmly that Dom wondered if he'd be bruised, then wrapping his arms around Dom. "Fuck," Billy choked. "Please, Dom."
"I'll be right here, Bill," Dom reassured him, stroking his back, tucking his face into Billy's neck so he could smell the familiar aftershave and shampoo scents that rose up from him. "You've got my mobile, you've got my email, you've got my promise. I'll wait right here, no matter how long it takes."
Billy hadn't said anything more, but he kissed Dom passionately, tasting Dom's mouth and lips, sucking on his tongue, and then kissing his face. "I will come back," he said as he climbed into the yellow Land Rover. "You fucking well better be here."
The Amateur Naturalist
{{{Huge apolgises for the end of the month recs, I should have passed, but I couldn't say no, was to excited to rec...either way I hope you enjoy the coming recs}}}