Sunlight, Moonlight and the Cerulean Stone:

Legolas felt his control slipping. Rather than fight it, he gave one last kiss to the top of Viggo's head and allowed Orlando to return to his body.

Viggo mumbled something sleepily and slung his leg over Orlando's thigh, whispering softly in Spanish, "Mi ángel, pertenezco solamente a usted."

Orlando came to with a start, completely disoriented. "Bloody fuck, not again," he cursed. He felt someone snuggling into him and thought it must be Charlie at first. But then his thoughts became more cohesive and he realized that he was naked. Not only that but there was no way that the person he was holding was a girl. Orlando touched his hair and remembered that corn silk feeling, "Fuck no, it can't be."  Hesitantly he touched the face, fingers touching and remembering every memorized line. Then he touched the scar on Viggo's lip and was certain.

A soft whimper left Viggo's lips as his face was stroke gently, and he tilted he head upwards slightly, into the hand that touched him, "Love my angel. My Orli."

Orlando pulled his hand away quickly as if he were burned. "What did that bloody elf get me into now?" He eased his way out from under Viggo and searched for his clothes. Taking them into the living room, he cursed again, "Legolas, what the fuck is wrong with you? Don't we have enough trouble?" He thought about getting dressed, but decided he needed a drink first. Opening the liquor cabinet, he was somewhat touched to see that Viggo still had Oban there for him. But then he hardened his heart again for he didn't think he would survive again if things went wrong. Sitting there naked on Viggo's leather couch, he drank and watched the stars twinkle through the plate glass doors to the balcony.

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Orlando sprawled out, the bottle of Oban in his hand as he stared at the bedroom door where he knew Viggo was sleeping for he was snoring with this odd little whistle at the beginning and end of it, something had happened tonight but he wasn’t sure what it was. Glancing down to the necklace around his neck that was pulsating and glowing with power he knew what he had to do then. Closing his brown eyes, Orlando felt himself being drawn into the dreamscape where Legolas was standing in what looked to be a cavern but it was richly decorated in Mithril and onyx marble. Orlando glanced to Legolas to see him wearing the two toned jerkin he remembered, gray breeches and the boots which had the shapes of overlapping leaves around his calves. “You don’t have to explain it to me,” he said softly, grimly staring at the Elf.

“Orlando, please… I saw him across the room and I knew that I had to go to him. I am sorry that I took control without your permission, but I had to look in his eyes.” Legolas started as he walked over and took Orlando’s hand in his own meshing their fingers together, “To see if he was who I believed… but when I saw his eyes…” the Elven voice broke as though he were too overcome to continue.

Orlando’s voice was a low tenor and as he began to sing the realm of Mirkwood behind him vanished and became something completely different. The scene was New Zealand when Orlando had finally moved into the beach house with the Hobbits and there was a storm raging outside, thunder resonating through the dark skies, lightning illuminating the choppy waves of the sea. “I sit and watch the rain, and see my tears run down the windowpane…” Orlando leaned against the imaginary glass doors that ran the length of the deck. The windows on one long wall and ran his fingers down the glass hearing it slight squeak as the pads of his fingers made contact.

Legolas reached out for Orlando’s hand and twined their fingers together in friendship, support and love, “I sit and watch the sky…” the room around them shifted again, becoming the beautiful plains of Rohan; where Aragorn and Gimli were sleeping peacefully beside a roaring fire that Legolas was standing over keeping watch, “and I can hear it breathe a sigh…” he continued. Legolas’ voice was musical and light as he sang. As together both Legolas and Orlando glanced at the sleeping Aragorn.

With his fingers entwined with Legolas’, Orlando sighed deeply the scene around them swirling with images as it became a place where Orlando and Viggo had spent long nights just holding each other. It was their house in New Zealand and there was a fire in the stone fireplace crackling and popping lightly, “I think of him…” Viggo was holding Orlando in his arms before the fire on a white plush rug, both of them naked as he whispered words of love into his ear. “How we were…” his voice trailed off.

“And when I think of him, then I remember…” Legolas sang, the scene swirling with white light as it became Legolas running lightly atop the snow covered mountain of Caradhras, coming back to where Aragorn was caught in a snowdrift. Legolas pulled him free, then Aragorn embraced Legolas slightly and the Elf had a smile on his lips.

Together they stared over at the image of Viggo who meshed almost completely with his Aragorn counterpart, “Remember…” they sang together the harmonies almost perfect.

“In his eyes, I can see…” the world transmigrated to a scene where Orlando and Viggo were both in costume; Orlando was holding Viggo in his arms after he had wrested the palantir out of Pippin’s hands and fallen. Then the images swirled and shifted to become Viggo’s studio in New Zealand in a secluded part of the house dressed in cut off denim shorts; white tank and his face was smudged with blue acrylic, and he held a brush in his hand. Orlando was in the doorway watching silently, “Where my heart, longs to be…”

The innocent companionship between Aragorn and Legolas as they sat around a campfire with the rest of the Fellowship, Aragorn had an arm around Legolas’ shoulders and the Elf had his slender arm loosely at Aragorn’s waist. “In his eyes, I see a gentle glow…” Merry and Pippin were singing and the company was laughing, “And that’s where I’ll be safe I know…” Aragorn’s hand tightened slightly on the Elfin shoulder, “safe in his arms, close to his heart…” Legolas leaned his head upon Aragorn’s shoulder and rested almost in complete peace.

“But I don’t know quite where to start…” Orlando sang in response as the world changed and became one again Viggo’s studio, but this time it was different for it was covered in paintings. Ones of Orlando as Legolas; all of them blond haired blue eyed; the beauty that he was within, “By looking in his eyes,” he started, turning to look at Legolas with tears falling out of his chocolate gaze to cascade down his cheeks, “will I see beyond tomorrow?”

The elf shook his blond head and sang, “By looking in his eyes, will I see beyond the sorrow…” it had become a dark, chilled day where he was standing beside Arwen as they gazed at the bier that held their true love. Arwen broke into tears and turning to Legolas in her grief. Legolas held her loosely in his arms. The elf that was normally stoic stared at the beautifully carved alabaster marble grave that held the King of Men and his greatest love. A lone tear traced his pale cheek. “That I feel?”

Viggo stood between two canvases, one was Legolas standing on a hillside, his head turned towards the light, blue eyes staring into the distance as though looking for the enemy. The one that was just across from that was of Orlando laying on his back in the sunshine, but it was just a face shot, the inky curls resting around his shoulders as he gave his best ‘fuck me’ stare out of that canvas. “Will his eyes reveal to me, promises or lies?” it was obvious by the way Viggo was standing that he was torn between the two canvases.

Legolas and Viggo were in the bar dancing together in a swaying rhythm that ended up with Legolas stumbling and Viggo catching him in his strong embrace. They shared a heated exchange of glances as he sang, “But he can’t conceal from me… the love, in his eyes.”

“I know their every look…” flashes of Viggo’s sapphire eyes, happy, sad, anguished, tear streaked and full of pain. “His eyes.”

Viggo raised above Legolas speaking in impassioned Spanish, “they’re like an open book…” his eyes filled with passion and love, “his eyes.”

“But most of all the look that hypnotized me…” they sang together as the images shifted between the look of cherishment and love in Viggo’s gaze that Orlando simply melted as his knees turned to Jell-O. It had been a warm summer day and they had the day off from filming. Orlando’s memory was of Viggo staring at himself and Charlie as they were together for a mere moment in time dancing in the house by the beach.

Orlando wrenched himself away from Legolas’ embrace his voice tinged with sadness; “If I’m wise, I will walk away and gladly…” the images shifted to that of the night when he had destroyed the canvas that Viggo had painted. The one of Legolas naked in all his glory yet covered by his knee. The lust filled gaze that Viggo had for that canvas even though Orlando had ruined it.

“But sadly, I’m not wise…” the vision was that of Legolas sinking to his knees for they failed to support him and Viggo carrying him into the hotel room, towards the bedroom. “It’s hard to talk away the mem’ries that you prize.”  Legolas then turned towards Orlando and took both his hands in his own. “Love is worth forgiving for…” he pleaded, his voice still musical.

“Now I realize.” Orlando’s voice was throaty, as he turned towards Legolas, the haunting blue eyes that he started to realize what Legolas was trying to tell him.

The duo turned and saw that the images had ensconced around them had vanished and the two of them stood instead of in the dreamscape in the real world and there was Viggo still sleeping. Half on his stomach, his right leg bent reaching across the mattress for someone who was not there, “Everything worth living for is there… in his eyes.”

Legolas smiled and continued, “Love is worth forgiving for…”

“Now I realize.”

Orlando turned back to the Elf and smiled, as they both started to finish the song that reveled in their hearts with the perfect resonance of bells. “That everything worth living for is there in his eyes.”

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"Everything worth living for is there... In. His. Eyes." Legolas strode to Orlando and placed his hand upon his shoulder, "Orlando, tithen gwanur, you know what must be, the Valar have decreed it. Why do you hesitate?"

"Because it is you that he loves... not me," Orlando's voice was filled with remembered pain.

"No, Orlando, it is not. I have seen the vision in his eyes. It is of a young man with curly brown locks. He has healed, meleth nín and now it is time for you to do the same. Please bring us all peace, my heart.

"I cannot... it is still you he wants... you he loves..." he place a finger over Legolas' lips to keep him from saying anything for a moment, "If that is what he wants, then I will step aside... go to him," he finished, stepped back slightly. He opened his arms and closed his eyes as though waiting for him to take over.

Legolas stared at him sadly. Drawing upon his powers, he placed his hand upon Orlando's brow, "You will see what I see, A'maelamin. You will hear what I hear and you feel what I feel. I call upon the Valar to make it so." Legolas clasped him in his arms and their flesh melded into one, his eyes rolled back in his head and he sunk to the floor. When he opened his blue-rimmed brown eyes, he smiled.

The feelings of the meshing together and becoming one made Orlando blink, as he looked at the world as if through someone else's eyes. Then he realized he was, he was looking out through Legolas' eyes and feeling everything that the elf felt.

Viggo sat up in bed, "Mmm, Orli?" he inquired, looking around in confusion. He knew that Orlando had been in his bed and now was gone. A sharp pain knifed through him at the loss.

"I am here, beloved," Legolas crossed to him and sat by him on the soft mattress.

Viggo's arm reached out and snagged Orlando by his waist, "Mmm, bed got cold when you left... you alright?"

"Yes, I am fine, melethron nín. I have just been thinking," Legolas allowed a note of sadness to enter his voice.

Viggo blinked at Orlando's continued use of Elvish and sighed, "Is everything alright?" he asked, stroking his lover's back with his fingers idly. "You seem a little... I don't know... off."

"I allowed myself to be carried away last night, Viggo. I am frightened that you will not see me when we are together, that you can never love me as Orlando, not Legolas," facing away from the older man, Legolas smile a small satisfied grin.

Sighing deeply, Viggo ran his hand through his hair and kissed the nape of Orlando's neck, "I used to think so, but someone who loves you just as much as I do made me realize that Legolas is a part of you, and it was you, Orli, you that I fell in love with... You that I wanted to be with..." he whispered, nipping lightly in the same place he had kissed. He continued in Spanish, "Usted, que tiene mi corazón, mente, cuerpo y alma.  Para usted está el quién me amó antes de que incluso realizara cómo podría ir profundamente, tocado mi alma y hecho me entero de nuevo, usted, Orlando, me ayudó a vivir otra vez."

Legolas tried not to melt as Viggo kissed and nipped at his neck. The Spanish words were beautiful, though he knew not what they meant. He hoped that Orlando did. "Viggo, who was it who made you realize that you loved me and not Legolas. What is it about me that makes me special to you?"

Viggo chuckled, pressing his forehead against Orlando's nape, he said, "It was Henry. He called me a creep for hurting you the way I did... and he was right." His voice was soft as he let go of his young lover and sat there for a moment, "What do I love about you? I love your energy, the way you make me feel inside, all the little things... the way you say things, even when you are angry and calling me a bloody wanker. Which I was, by the way. But I love the way you call me 'Luv,' the way you can make my heart pound from across the room with just a smile."

Legolas turned to look at him with his oddly toned eyes blazing, "What if you could truly choose between us, would you want the graceful Elven prince or just plain clumsy Orlando Bloom? Could you truly walk away from that opportunity?" His eyes searched Viggo's with unnatural intensity.

"I miss my clumsy, accident prone Orli. I love him, have loved him, ever since I first looked at him on the set... The Elven prince that I fell in love with was merely the depths of Orlando's talent," Viggo gazed into those eyes, willing him to believe.

Legolas grasped his shoulders and pulled him close as he pressed his lips to Viggo's tenderly. He raised a hand to stroke his hair softly. "You are a good man, Viggo Mortensen, I am glad that I have come to know you."

As Orlando kissed him, Viggo felt something different within that kiss. The words that flowed from his sweet lips made him pause, as he lay his head against the hand that stroked his hair, "What... are you going somewhere?"

Legolas attempted to laugh lightly, "Who knows where the Valar will lead us, Viggo." He threw himself upon the older man and kissed him heatedly, "Viggo do for me the things that I love. Show me how it was before the sorrow."

"Before the sorrow? You mean before I made you leave me," he whispered as he was kissed. His tongue plunged into Orlando's mouth as he held the younger man to his body and fell backwards onto the bed, feeling the warmth of the bed beneath him.

Legolas moaned as Viggo ravaged his mouth, "Yes, Viggo, before I left. Make me feel that way again. I need to feel that fire again." Warmth pooled into his groin and his erection grew painfully hard.

Orlando groaned within as he felt all that Legolas was feeling, he longed for hands to touch himself with. How could he stand this all these months? No wonder he feels he must burst out sometimes.

"I had something I wanted to ask you even as I chased you away, but it will keep," Viggo whispered against Orlando's mouth. He reached into the drawer next to the bed, "You remember what I told you about the pancakes?" he asked, as he licked Orlando's jaw line to his ear.

"About flipping them and covering me with syrup?" Legolas smiled and then quivered when Viggo reached his ear.

Viggo purred, "Yes." He flipped Orlando onto his stomach on the bed, snapping his wrists around the bedpost with a pair of black, fur-lined handcuffs. He smirked as he nipped at Orlando's nape, "I had pancakes this morning and I saved my syrup. I can't eat them anymore without thinking about you," he whispered. He opened a small jar of syrup and trail some down Orlando's spine and let it pool at the base of it.

Legolas thrashed as he was shackled to the bed, this type of play was foreign to him and scared him. The syrup dripping down his spine splashed slightly as he moved.

"Shhh, do not move or you'll get the sheets sticky," Viggo said, his voice husky and seductive. "I would rather be sticky with something else," he murmured as his tongue slid against the base of Orlando's spine, lapping up the syrup with gentle flicks of his tongue.

Viggo's husky voice gentled Legolas and he lay still against the soft mattress for a moment. Then Viggo's tongue laving his spine caused him to move restlessly, grinding his erection into the bed. "Ohhh, it feels so good. Please don't stop," Legolas moaned. Within, Orlando felt each lick and his spirit quivered, remember that day with the pancakes and syrup. They had been so happy then.

Viggo's soft tongue slid slowly up Orlando's spine, lapping, licking and nibbling the syrup off the younger man's back as he moved upwards. His hands caressed the young man's thighs sliding upwards to his ribs, making Legolas squirm. He nipped at the space between Orlando's shoulder blades, "I love you, only you. Hmmm... I think I need more syrup," he growled as he grinned wickedly and reached for the jar.

The nibbling was driving Legolas crazy with desire. When he felt Viggo's strong hands on his thighs, he shook with need. Within, Orlando groaned. Trying to fight the feeling, he thought of the words between Legolas and Viggo before the lovemaking began. Can I trust Viggo again? Is he really finished with his obsession for the Elf?

Opening the jar, Viggo dipped his fingers inside and brushed Orlando's curls from his neck with his free hand. He painted designs lovingly on his lover with the sticky substance before setting the jar aside once more. "You remind me of a canvas, one that I would paint on forever... for spread beneath me, trembling, quivering, you set me aflame."

Orlando caught his breath at the beautiful words. His heart started opening again. Legolas moaned breathlessly as the fingers of the man he loved painted upon him, "You make me burn Viggo." Legolas strained at his bonds, and his muscled arms flexed as he struggled to free himself.

"If you want to be let out, you have to ask," Viggo whispered, leaning down and blowing gently on the syrup he had spread. "Though I don’t' think you truly want to be let out, do you, Orli?" he asked in that decadent voice, as he ignored the syrup he had spread and bit delicately at the back of Orlando's left knee, spreading a little syrup there after he nibbled.

Orlando cried within, "I want to be let out Viggo, but I am afraid. I am afraid to trust again." Legolas cried out at the feelings that Viggo was bringing upon him. He thrust his hips into the bed and whimpered.

"Shh, sweetling... I'm here," he said whispering as he trailed his tongue along Orlando's skin and took the syrup off, tasting and teasing at the same time as his right hand slid all the way up and he touched Orlando's lower lip. "Wet it for me?"

Legolas licked at the sweet fingers, sucking on them like they were candy. Liquid heat raced through his chest and down to his loins. The taste was driving Orlando wild as well; he burned with need and confusion. Suddenly he saw the beautiful elf before him pleading with him, "Love is worth forgiving for!" Orlando thrust his spirit through the stone. His eyes rolled up and he quivered in reaction. Within him, Legolas smiled in relief.

Not even aware of the change within his younger lover, Viggo nipped at the nape of his neck, tasting both his beloved and the syrup as he smirked.  "I love you, Orlando... with all my heart. I'm sorry I was such a wanker," he whispered, as he trailed that finger that his lover had wet and made him shiver in pleasure as he did so and gently ran it around the rosebud that was nestled between his soft cheeks, running his tongue along Orlando's spine with a smile.

Orlando smiled into the pillow, then gasped at the finger at his opening. "Je taime, mi amore"

"Usted es mi sol, mi luna, mi cielo del starlit, yo no es entero con usted.  Usted me demostró no solamente como cuál debía vivir, usted demostró me sobre amor, y confianza, y yo rompió eso, pero ahora que sé cuál es que he hecho...  Le pido a que me perdone, porque cortaría mi propio corazón para tomarlo todo detrás," Viggo whispered, as he slowly slid his finger inside Orlando's opening, nibbling his way down his lover's back as he passed under his hand and licked at the spot that would send him to see stars.

Orlando smiled in ecstasy at his lover's impassioned words, "I forgive it all, Viggo. You are everything to me and I can't live without..." His words changed into a howl as he was impaled with Viggo's finger. The tongue upon his sweet spot sent him over the edge and he came upon the pillow in great heaving convulsions.

Happy that he had given joy to Orlando, Viggo slid his finger out and moved up his body, releasing Orlando from the cuffs and heading to the bathroom to find a washcloth and wet it, intending to wipe up the syrup that lingered on Orlando's skin. But when he came back into the bedroom he found Orlando curled into a ball, his skin flushed and his face hidden. "Orli?" Viggo asked tossing the washcloth on the end table. He lay down next to his lover and pressed his chest against the younger man's back. "What's wrong?"

His voice was muffled as he spoke from the soft pillow, "I am sorry to disappoint you, Viggo. I tried to hold out, but it had been so long... I feel like a 12 year old having a bloody wet dream." His words ended on a wail as Orlando gave in to the emotions that had been buffeting him for months.

Not thinking quite clearly, Viggo spoke in Spanish having spent most of his childhood in Argentina, "Usted podría nunca decepcionarme, si cualquier cosa yo es preguntándole si le decepcioné haciendo todo que era que lo hice cuando usted me confiaba en con su corazón." Orlando cried harder, not being in any state to translate the Spanish and his confusion fueled his emotions. Viggo realized immediately and translated, "You could never disappoint me, if anything I should be asking you if I disappointed you by doing all that it was that I did when you trusted me with your heart."

Orlando's body was quaking with sobs, "I forgive you, Viggo... I just can't seem to stop. Please hold me... and talk me down. Please."

Viggo wrapped his strong arms around Orlando and held him close. "I'm sorry, Orli. I didn't mean to drive you away... and I... I wanted to tell you something before you left me. But when you left, I couldn't say it. I thought you might take it as though I would do anything to get you back, and at that point, I think I would have... But now that you're here, in my arms..." he said as he gently stroked Orlando's arm with his fingertips, "I'd ask you now, if you would let me."

Orlando's sobs had quieted as he tried to follow Viggo's disjointed words. He twisted within Viggo's arms to face him. "You can ask me anything, Vig. I will try to answer if I can," he said shakily, his brown and blue eyes bright from his shed tears.

Tracing Orlando's beloved face with his fingertips, Viggo smiled, I a second, I have something else I need to ask you first..." He stared into the eyes that he remembered as being brown and were now two different colors entirely. "What's with your eyes? They seem blue somehow... did you start wearing contacts when you got your nipple ring?"

Orlando thudded to a brief standstill and then began beating unnaturally fast. He quickly closed his eyes, "Can I tell you that later, Vig? I am not up to explaining that at this moment." Orlando sighed, "I would like to hear your other question first."

Viggo nuzzled Orlando's neck, just below his chin and smiled against his Adam's Apple. "Alright, give me a minute, okay?" he asked, waiting for Orlando's answer before he would move.

Orlando looked confused, "Okay, I will wait forever if you need it. Nothing is more important than you right now."

Sliding from the bed, Viggo padded naked over to his dresser and opened it up. He cursed at the jumble of clothes and prayed to whomever was listening that he hadn't left it in Norway at his uncle's farm. Checking through his socks and boxers, he finally found what he was looking for. He walked around the bed and sat with his back against the headboard, concealing it in his hand. He patted the bed next to him on his left side with his free hand. "Come here, let me hold you while I do this..." he said softly, leaning against the pillows and leaving a large space for Orlando to curl into his side. Orlando raised himself up and snuggled against Viggo's side, his left hand stroking his lover's muscular chest.

Viggo caught Orlando's hand in his own and whispered, "I love you, Orlando Bloom. I'm sorry I was so stupid and drove you away, but now that I have you back, I don't want to lose you to my stupidity... there are places... that will make this legal, but I don't need a piece of paper to know that I love you and that my heart and soul belong to you." He kissed Orlando's forehead and slid a ring that was Celtic in design, sterling silver with beautiful etchings around the band over his finger. "Will you stay with me forever?"

Orlando was stunned, he had no idea that this was what Viggo had in mind. He loved Viggo with all his heart and binding himself to him would be so sweet. But there were so many things that Viggo did not know, including the fact that he really hadn't really spent the night with Orlando. He glanced at the ring on his finger and his heart ached at the thought of ever removing it. "Viggo? Before I answer your question, I guess I really need to answer your first question. Would you come into the bathroom with me please?"

Viggo quirked a brow questioningly, but nodded. He rose from the bed and headed into the bathroom following behind Orlando. He was completely confused at this point, but he trusted Orlando and would do a lot more than this if that is what it took. A random thought was that Orlando would tear the ring off his finger and throw it in the toilet when they arrived, but he pushed that thought out of his mind. "What's wrong?"

"I just have something I need to show you. Then I need to tell you some things." He padded down the hallway, silent and graceful. He positioned himself in front of the mirror. "Viggo, would you come in and look at me in the mirror, please?" The last word quavered as if tears might be ready to start falling again.

Viggo moved in behind Orlando and wrapped his arms around his naked lover's waist and nibbled at his earlobe, "What did you need to show me love?" He fingered the ring that pierced his nipple, "I've seen this," he said softly.

Orlando quivered as Viggo played with the ring. "No that's not it. You need to look in the mirror to understand," he said sadly.

Viggo slowly raised his green eyes and glanced in the mirror, hearing the sadness in Orlando's voice. What he saw made his heart skip a beat in his chest, as he stammered, "What.... what's going on?"

"Viggo, this is Legolas, the Prince of Mirkwood. He has been sharing my life for the last few months," Orlando watched Viggo's eyes in the mirror, fearing that he was about to be rejected.

Legolas smiled and bowed to Viggo. Mischievously he blew a kiss to him.

Viggo blinked and rubbed at his eyes, "Legolas.... then.... what... what you said was true? About Lord of the Rings being real?" he asked, as he blushed at the kiss blown at him.

"Apparently there is another dimension and he crossed it by the will of the Valar. At least that's what Charlie thinks."

Viggo plopped on the edge of the toilet and sighed, "So... you've been sharing your body with the spirit of an Elven Prince. That's why you didn't know who I was tonight at the party... and all the things you weren't sure of, the drink at the bar."

Orlando touched his shoulder comfortingly, "Yes Viggo, and up until about 1 minute before I blew my wad on your sheets, it was Legolas who was with you."

"You mean to tell me that when I was confessing my feelings and pouring my heart out... I didn't do that with you?" Viggo was horrified.

"Legolas made it so I shared his senses. I was being a little stubborn about forgiving you, Vig. I am sorry. I heard it all, it was beautiful." Orlando blushed.

"No... don't be," Viggo said as he looked up at Orlando with tear filled eyes, "It's me.... I should be the one who is sorry, for everything I put you through." He pulled the younger actor into his lap and cradled him, "I love you, for who you are, and it bloody took me long enough to figure that out."

"So you still want me?  A freak with multi-colored eyes? And I warn you keeping up with Legolas when he escapes almost has Elijah in tears," Orlando looked into his eyes with hope.

"You are not a freak, and I love you, Orlando, for better, for worse, with or without the Elven Prince of Mirkwood sharing your body. Though I'm not sure I can keep up with him, I'll damned well try, only because I don't want to see anything happen to you."

Orlando whooped and kissed him passionately, almost knocking them off the toilet seat. "I love you too Viggo Mortensen."

Viggo groaned as Orlando pushed his back against the edge of the toilet lid, but his fingers plunged into Orlando's locks and held him that much tighter.

"I have to give you an answer to your question, Viggo. And I don't want to do it balancing on a toilet seat," Orlando hopped off boisterously and held his hand out to Viggo.

Viggo barely opened his eyes as Orlando bounced off and took the offered hand gently in his own, entwining their fingers together.

"Are you ok Viggo? You don't look right, love," Orlando's voice was shaky with fear.

"Yeah, just hit my back on the lid," Viggo said as he rose to his feet and looked down just slightly at his beloved.

Orlando spun Viggo around so he could look at his back. "Are you sure it is ok? Does it hurt when I touch it?" Orlando gently ran his hands over Viggo's muscled back.

Viggo groaned quietly as it was touched, "yeah, hurts a bit... it'll be fine... probably just bruised it," he said as he shivered at Orlando's touch.

Orlando looked up and in the corner of his eye he could see Legolas gesturing to him. "Viggo, Legolas wants to know if it is okay with you if he comes out?"

Viggo barely nodded, as he leaned on the counter in the bathroom for support, his head between his outstretched arms as he took deep breaths.

Orlando's eyes rolled back and he slid to his knees as Legolas took his place. Shakily he stood up and looked at Viggo. "May I touch you Viggo Mortensen?" he asked gravely.

"Yeah," he whispered through clenched teeth, for the pain was spreading all down his spine. It didn't feel like he had broken anything, but it was a dull throbbing pain.

The elf moved his hands softly over Viggo's back, using his spirit to search out the injury. "Is it here, Viggo?" he asked as he rested both of his hands in a spot about 6 inches below his shoulder blades.

Viggo barely managed to contain the growl of pain that threatened to leave his throat as he nodded, panting more as he hung his head further. "Yes..."

Legolas reached out further with his spirit, pouring himself out into healing the injured area. Viggo's back glowed a clear blue as the elf worked upon him.

Viggo started to smile as the pain was alleviated and he looked over his shoulder to see his back glowing, "Yeah, that's better."

"I am glad Viggo and so is Orlando," Legolas gestured to the mirror.

Viggo glanced into the mirror and saw the ghostly shape of his beloved. "This is a little strange even for me," he said as he shook his head slightly to clear it. "You know that.... don't you? Both of you?"

"Aye I do, but it will not be much longer. I feel my spirit is stretching itself too thin. I have tried to do too much. I will not be bothering you much longer." Legolas looked weary, but at peace.

"I never wanted you to think that you were a bother to me, Legolas... but I do worry about both of you... is there a way... I don't know..." he sighed running a hand through his hair.

"I do not know Viggo, I think the Valar sent me to bring you back together. That is done. I wish to hug Orlando though one last time. Can we go to your deck? My strength will be stronger under the stars."

"My deck?" he asked, curious then it dawned on him. "Yeah sure, it's this way," he said as he left the bathroom and handed him a pair of boxers, drawing a pair on himself. "Might want to put those on, don't want to possibly give the neighbors a good show." he said as he walked through the room and opened the door to the balcony

Legolas looked down upon himself and blushed, "Yes that would be best." He followed Viggo out onto the deck. The stars were fading from the sky as the sun was about to rise.

Viggo stood on the deck, resting his arms on the edge of the rail as he looked at his newest lover. "You know, that if it wasn't for you, we wouldn't have gotten back together," he said to Legolas softly, "it was because of you that I had the chance to tell Orlando how I really felt and I have to thank you for that."

"I was glad to do that for Orlando is my spirit brother. The Valar have given me a chance to help him and to rest in the arms of one who was so much like my beloved. I am content," Legolas embraced Viggo swiftly and then strode to the edge of the deck. Raising his arms it seemed he pulled the starlight from the skies into himself as he glowed blue.

Suddenly Orlando was standing there in front of the Prince of Mirkwood who was dressed again in his coronation outfit. "Vanimle sila tiri, Seron vell" Orlando said to Legolas clasping his hands in his own.

Legolas replied, "Lle naa vanima, melethron nín. I shall miss you." He hugged Orlando to him tightly and then turned and went to Viggo and clasped him to his chest, "Lissenen ar’ maska’lalaith tenna’ lye omentuva, A'maelamin.

As the elf embraced him Viggo tenderly traced the edge of his ear with a finger, "I will miss you too, Legolas... but thank you for healing my Orli."

Legolas quivered and sighed, "You make me wish that I could stay, Viggo." Then he pulled himself out of Viggo's grasp. He moved to Orlando, "I must go now, Dear One the stars await me."

Orlando looked into his eyes with shock, "No you are supposed to stay, you are my spirit brother. I cannot go on without you Legolas."

"Orlando, my strength is gone. I drained my power by bringing myself here physically and by sharing my senses with you. Healing Viggo took all I have left. I have done what I was brought here to do. Now it is time for me to rest in the arms of the Valar," a tear fell to Legolas cheek.

Orlando grasped the Elf and pulled him into his arms, "I will not allow it, you fuckin' Valar. This isn't right! You bloody well cannot allow this after all he has done for us." He reached his spirit out in his anger and pulled Legolas within himself and then fell to the deck in a faint.

Viggo watched in sorrow and then in horror, gasping as Orlando cursed the Gods that brought them back together. He rushed forward and caught his beloved in his arms, "Shit..." he muttered as he picked up his lover and carried him into the bedroom. He laid him gently on the bed, then rushed into the bathroom and picked up a clean washcloth and wet it with cool water. Wringing it out, he ran back to the bed and knelt at the side of Orlando, gently dabbing his face, "Come on, don't fucking do this to me... come back."

Orlando fluttered his eyes and then said "Viggo what happened?"

"You cursed the Valar and pulled Legolas back inside you, then you... well... fainted," Viggo said softly, setting the washcloth aside. "How do you feel?"

"Like road kill actually," Orlando opened his eyes to look at his lover with eyes that were as blue as the Caribbean ocean in summertime.

Viggo blinked at the cerulean blue eyes, "Well, he's still in there, cause your eyes, Orli are as blue as a summer sky."

Orlando felt his body start to shake and the room was filled with blue lights. They swirled above him and then poured into the necklace that he wore. The stone shattered with the incredible force, vaporizing it not leaving any pieces remaining.

Viggo jumped as the lights appeared, unsure of what was going on. As they poured into the necklace that Orlando wore, he reached out as though to touch it, but it shattered into a million tiny shards that all vanished before he could, He flinched and covered his eyes. "Orli?" he inquired, as he let his hand drop and looked at his lover to make sure he wasn't hurt and then gathering his courage pulled the young man into his embrace.

"I am ok, Viggo." Orlando embraced him back, "Just hungry, do you have any sausages?"

"Sausages?" Viggo asked looking at him in shock, "what do you mean sausages? The last time I asked.... oh never mind..." he finished. Taking His lover by the hand he led him into the kitchen.

A'maelamin (El) = beloved

Je taime, mi amore (Fr) = I adore you, my love

Lissenen ar’ maska’lalaith tenna’ lye omentuva, A'maelamin (El)  = Sweet water and light laughter till next we meet, beloved

Lle naa vanima, melethron nín (El) = You  are beautiful, my love.

Meleth Nín (El) = my love

melethron nín (El) = my lover

mi ángel, pertenezco solamente a usted (Sp) = my angel, I belong only to you

Tithen Gwanur (El) = Little brother

Usted es mi sol, mi luna, mi cielo del starlit, yo no es entero con usted.  Usted me demostró no solamente como cuál debía vivir, usted demostró me           sobre           amor, y confianza, y yo rompió eso, pero ahora que sé cuál es que he hecho... Le pido a que me perdone, porque cortaría mi propio           corazón para tomarlo todo detrás (Sp) = You are my sun, my moon, my starlit sky, I am not whole with you. Not only did you show me what           it was like to live, you showed me about love, and trust, and I broke that, but now that I know what it is that I have done... I beg you to           forgive me, for I would cut out my own heart to take it all back

Usted, que tiene mi corazón, mente, cuerpo y alma.  Para usted está el quién me amó antes de que incluso realizara cómo podría ir profundamente,       tocado mi alma y hecho me entero de nuevo, usted, Orlando, me ayudó a vivir otra vez (Sp) = You, who have my heart, mind, body and           soul. For you are the one who loved me before I even realized how deeply it could go, touched my soul and made me whole once again, you,           Orlando, helped me to live again