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One Dance You'll Do Alone by Mirabile Dictu (R)
Fandom: LOTRIPS
Pairing: None (friendship remains within the fellowship 28 years into the future)
Author on LJ: NA
Author Website:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mirabile_dictu
Why this must be read:First, its by mirabile_dictu she hasn't been recommended multiple times without reason. Second, without a pairing and more gen (something I rarely ever read) it's still an extraordinary ride. The details, and humor is spot on. She weaves their continued fellowship with such loving care. Explores each character in depth with added layers; the entire story, plot, dialog, characterization seem to be written effortlessly, but are nothing short of astonishing, a highly enjoyable read.
"Yeah?" Viggo said, grabbing the phone from the wall and shoving the receiver between his ear and shoulder as he continued to beat eggs.
"What time's it there?" Sean's voice shook from static.
"Ahh, almost ten. In the morning. Why? What time is it there?"
"Too fuckin' early. Dom woke me; he's worried about Orli, who's in London with a bust ankle. Wanted me to take care of the boy."
"Orlando broke his ankle? How many bones does that make? Jesus." He poured the eggs into a skillet of sizzling butter and turned down the heat. "How'd Orli break it?"
"Dunno, forgot to ask. Wanker woke me up and I'm not at my best. Between the work, the altitude, and the time."
"And you thought of me."
"Course I did, Vig. Who else?"
There was a pause. Viggo listened patiently to the hissing distance and waited for Sean to speak again. He put two slices of bread into the toaster and then picked up his coffee mug.
At last Sean said, "Could you get out there? You're at the ranch, did I get that right? If Dom's worried . . ."
"Dom's a worrier, you know that," Viggo reassured him, but he was already looking at the calendar. "But it works; I'm leaving for LA tomorrow and then for London. I got a call from Henry's son and thought I'd fly out for him. He's with John."
"Rhys-Davies?" Viggo heard Sean sigh. "Not doing well, eh?"
"No, not at all according to Dom. So since I'm flying into Heathrow anyway --"
"Thanks, Vig. I'll be back in just over a week, and Dom might be back sooner, Monaghan, I mean, from Australia. Billy's in the middle of a play, and Ian's possibly in Vancouver. And Elijah. Well, can't very well ask him."
"Hm. I'll go. Thanks for letting me know, Sean. You'll be in London soon? I'll see you there. Stand you a pint."
"And a bag of crisps."
"And a bag of crisps." There was another pause; Sean's breathing seemed to fade out and then suddenly Viggo heard, " . . . me if you can."
"I'll call you!" he shouted, but the call had dropped. He hung up the phone, and the toast popped up.
One Dance You'll Do Alone
Pairing: None (friendship remains within the fellowship 28 years into the future)
Author on LJ: NA
Author Website:
mirabile_dictuWhy this must be read:First, its by mirabile_dictu she hasn't been recommended multiple times without reason. Second, without a pairing and more gen (something I rarely ever read) it's still an extraordinary ride. The details, and humor is spot on. She weaves their continued fellowship with such loving care. Explores each character in depth with added layers; the entire story, plot, dialog, characterization seem to be written effortlessly, but are nothing short of astonishing, a highly enjoyable read.
"Yeah?" Viggo said, grabbing the phone from the wall and shoving the receiver between his ear and shoulder as he continued to beat eggs.
"What time's it there?" Sean's voice shook from static.
"Ahh, almost ten. In the morning. Why? What time is it there?"
"Too fuckin' early. Dom woke me; he's worried about Orli, who's in London with a bust ankle. Wanted me to take care of the boy."
"Orlando broke his ankle? How many bones does that make? Jesus." He poured the eggs into a skillet of sizzling butter and turned down the heat. "How'd Orli break it?"
"Dunno, forgot to ask. Wanker woke me up and I'm not at my best. Between the work, the altitude, and the time."
"And you thought of me."
"Course I did, Vig. Who else?"
There was a pause. Viggo listened patiently to the hissing distance and waited for Sean to speak again. He put two slices of bread into the toaster and then picked up his coffee mug.
At last Sean said, "Could you get out there? You're at the ranch, did I get that right? If Dom's worried . . ."
"Dom's a worrier, you know that," Viggo reassured him, but he was already looking at the calendar. "But it works; I'm leaving for LA tomorrow and then for London. I got a call from Henry's son and thought I'd fly out for him. He's with John."
"Rhys-Davies?" Viggo heard Sean sigh. "Not doing well, eh?"
"No, not at all according to Dom. So since I'm flying into Heathrow anyway --"
"Thanks, Vig. I'll be back in just over a week, and Dom might be back sooner, Monaghan, I mean, from Australia. Billy's in the middle of a play, and Ian's possibly in Vancouver. And Elijah. Well, can't very well ask him."
"Hm. I'll go. Thanks for letting me know, Sean. You'll be in London soon? I'll see you there. Stand you a pint."
"And a bag of crisps."
"And a bag of crisps." There was another pause; Sean's breathing seemed to fade out and then suddenly Viggo heard, " . . . me if you can."
"I'll call you!" he shouted, but the call had dropped. He hung up the phone, and the toast popped up.
One Dance You'll Do Alone