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The Archer's Paradox by Empress Wu (PG-13)
Fandom: LOTRIPS
Pairing: Orlando/Viggo
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empress_wu
Author Website: LJ memories
Why this must be read: This is a lovely, funny study of Orlando's time in New Zealand as he grows in confidence in archery, acting and himself. Based around a set of spare and strangely apt archery instructions, the story progresses in light-hearted but thoughtful layers and reveals a likeable and un-nitwit-like Orlando. There are wonderful cameos from various cast and crew members, and a sweet romance that sneaks up on you.
Every day as he drove along the coast road to the firing range, Orlando tried to figure Legolas out. The truth was, Leggy was everything Orlando was not. Leggy was an elf of few words, and fewer adverbs. Words flew out of Orlando's mouth like bees from a hive, swarming in all directions. Orlando winced as he remembered Dom's impression of Orlando ordering a drink at a bar - "Basically, essentially, actually, honestly, obviously, I just sort of want a beer, y'know?" Dominic was a complete bitch, of course, but his barbs were always perfectly aimed. Leggy wouldn't lose his cool in the face of such provocation. Leggy moved through the world with cat-like grace and self-assurance; Orlando could capsize in a puddle, walked into trees and tripped over his own feet. Orlando wasn't that sure that he actually liked Leggy. He was too perfect, too untouchable, the sort of person who got duffed over behind the bike sheds for being teacher's pet. He was beginning to get an inferiority complex to his character, and he wasn't even real.
"Relax," said Jan, gently tapping Orlando's fingers where he held the bow in a death-like grip. "The bow is a part of you, you are not going to drop it."
"Breathe," said Bob, before launching into a two handed attack with a broadsword that backed Orlando into a corner.
"This may hurt a little," said his physio, as he corkscrewed an elbow into the small of Orlando's back.
"Time for lunch," said Liv, and Orlando was so grateful to see her, he kissed her soundly on the lips until she pushed him away, laughing.
The Archer's Paradox
Pairing: Orlando/Viggo
Author on LJ:
empress_wuAuthor Website: LJ memories
Why this must be read: This is a lovely, funny study of Orlando's time in New Zealand as he grows in confidence in archery, acting and himself. Based around a set of spare and strangely apt archery instructions, the story progresses in light-hearted but thoughtful layers and reveals a likeable and un-nitwit-like Orlando. There are wonderful cameos from various cast and crew members, and a sweet romance that sneaks up on you.
Every day as he drove along the coast road to the firing range, Orlando tried to figure Legolas out. The truth was, Leggy was everything Orlando was not. Leggy was an elf of few words, and fewer adverbs. Words flew out of Orlando's mouth like bees from a hive, swarming in all directions. Orlando winced as he remembered Dom's impression of Orlando ordering a drink at a bar - "Basically, essentially, actually, honestly, obviously, I just sort of want a beer, y'know?" Dominic was a complete bitch, of course, but his barbs were always perfectly aimed. Leggy wouldn't lose his cool in the face of such provocation. Leggy moved through the world with cat-like grace and self-assurance; Orlando could capsize in a puddle, walked into trees and tripped over his own feet. Orlando wasn't that sure that he actually liked Leggy. He was too perfect, too untouchable, the sort of person who got duffed over behind the bike sheds for being teacher's pet. He was beginning to get an inferiority complex to his character, and he wasn't even real.
"Relax," said Jan, gently tapping Orlando's fingers where he held the bow in a death-like grip. "The bow is a part of you, you are not going to drop it."
"Breathe," said Bob, before launching into a two handed attack with a broadsword that backed Orlando into a corner.
"This may hurt a little," said his physio, as he corkscrewed an elbow into the small of Orlando's back.
"Time for lunch," said Liv, and Orlando was so grateful to see her, he kissed her soundly on the lips until she pushed him away, laughing.
The Archer's Paradox