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crack_van2005-12-31 11:48 pm
denyce.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2005-12-31 11:48 pm
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In Terms of Pool by Myska_x (PG-13)
Fandom: LOTRIPS
Pairing: Orlando/Elijah Dom observes
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myska_x
Author Website:NA
Why this must be read: Pool metaphors with Dom's loving insight/observations of friends and cast members--just an excellent fic.
In Terms of Pool
So when Orlando looked like he was about to get hit with Gandalf’s staff, Dom distracted him by asking him about Sky Diving. When Billy told Orlando, that he was afraid of heights and happy with it, thank you very much, and Orlando seemed to be about to start whining at him, Dom said he’d do it without thinking about it. He only realised what he’d got himself into when Orlando knocked on his door the next day, telling him that there was nothing better than falling four-hundred feet into a canyon at nine in the morning. But if a little heart attack was the price a good mate had to pay, to keep people from biting your friend’s head off, then so be it. Dom was nothing if not a good mate.
Pairing: Orlando/Elijah Dom observes
Author on LJ:
myska_xAuthor Website:NA
Why this must be read: Pool metaphors with Dom's loving insight/observations of friends and cast members--just an excellent fic.
In Terms of Pool
So when Orlando looked like he was about to get hit with Gandalf’s staff, Dom distracted him by asking him about Sky Diving. When Billy told Orlando, that he was afraid of heights and happy with it, thank you very much, and Orlando seemed to be about to start whining at him, Dom said he’d do it without thinking about it. He only realised what he’d got himself into when Orlando knocked on his door the next day, telling him that there was nothing better than falling four-hundred feet into a canyon at nine in the morning. But if a little heart attack was the price a good mate had to pay, to keep people from biting your friend’s head off, then so be it. Dom was nothing if not a good mate.