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(3/31/03 8:18 pm) Reply
Worried for the little ~ A pic fanfic
Ok... I still don't know what's this about, but when I posted the pics of the TORN party, I found it sooooo funny, so I'm going to try it. I'm going to start the first ever "pic fanfic". A fanfic based on pics, right?.... Like the one I started on the pictures sections, but better.
I don't have time to ask Vadas to correct my english, and I'm really shamed that she always has to do it (my english goes worst each day). So if I make any errors (that for sure I'm going to), please excuse me, or edit the post and change it. I trust on you!
WARNINGS: This is whatever... but probably slash... Oh, com'on Saura, who do you want to deceive?... Is slash for sure!. !…well… is not *that* sure… I DON'T KNOW, RIGHT?. Is *NOT* to start. Bad words also for sure. I speak worst than they. And is not complete...should be. Sometime. Maybe. The pics are not on composed on a timeline. Can be changed to the fic proposals. The quotes are real, and also came from the BagedInn.
AUTHOR NOTE: This is a work of fiction. I don't know them and I should never meet them *sight*. What my hot mind makes me write here comes from the darkness side of it. So don't blame me, right?
The pics came from the BagedInn site www.bagendinn.com/lilithtorn.htm so they are not mine. I beg for pardon if I make any "incorrect" use of them. Hope not, but "for if perhaps"
Edited by: Saura at: 4/1/03 9:43:04 pm
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Worried for the little ~ A pic fanfic
*Prologue ~
Quote:Peter Jackson from Dailynews.com “You can look into Elijah's eyes and you can see right down to his heart."
There’s something on Elijah’s eyes that is not good.
I can see it.
I can feel it.
There’s something hurting his soul.
Something is not working.
He is tired.
To death.
He needs to rest.
Rest from Events.
Rest from Fans.
Rest from pics and press.
Rest from being the center of all looks.
Rest from care what he does and when he does it.
Maybe even rest of me.
Who knows. Edited by: Saura at: 4/1/03 9:43:28 pm
Worried for the little ~ A pic fanficAN: I changed the title because it has no sense with what is comming out of the "darkness side of my brain" this doesn't mean that I would change it again, right? Sorry
Re: Worried for the little ~ A pic fanfic* Chapter 1 ~ A month before the Oscars ~
“I’m tired, right? I’m not going. I needed a break and Peter agreed, so there’s nothing you can say actually for make me going…” He says with a determinate tone to the other person at the other side of his mobil phone.
“But com’on, Elijah!. You can not do this… Is the Oscars! Is not a fan event!” the other says just starting the last part of plan: beg.
“No” he says again.
“It’s boring” You say kidding trying to imitate a tired and about to falling sleep Elijah.
“You shut up!” He whispers looking at you, sat at the other side of the table, with your coke and about to laugh. Then he turns to the phone conversation. Getting maddest at each word he says. “No. I am definitely not going. I don’t care if is not a fan event. I don’t care is the Oscars, and I couldn’t care less as if it should be a meeting with the President, right?. Peter agreed on not a single event more from now, and I’m not attending anything, right?. A.N.Y.T.H.I.N.G.”
“Is your last word?” the guy says.
“Yep. It is” Elijah sounds more than convinced now. “No more events from now. I’m on a break”
“Right then. Then I suppose you are not attending the TORN party either, right?”
“No. I’m not attending it either” he says tired. “Nor any other fucking event from now. I think I really deserve the rest. If you don’t agree… then maybe we are not on the same side, right?” he hangs down with a violent move of his finger, pressing the cancel button as if he is able to pass it through the keyboard.
“Wow” You say when Elijah gives you a sad look. “Saying no to a PR and to the Oscars must be a really grateful sensation, isn’t it?” Though he is trying to be serious, he can’t cover the begun of his funny laugh.
“Don’t be silly!” he said, punching you on the shoulder. “You knew I wasn’t going to the Oscars before now. I said I wasn’t going to go one single time more, and I’m a man that keeps promises, right?”
“Hey, mate, get calm” you beg, upping your arm to protect yourself, starting to laugh. “Is me, Dommie, right?. I’m at your side, sure!”
“Yeah, sure” he says with a doubt look on the eyes. He swallows a bit of his coke still with that look. Then smile to you.
It’s fine to see him smiling for a change. You don’t remember when was the last time he smiled. Sincerely. Not like now. Because even now, that smile is not the one you once knew. You have been worried for him for weeks… months actually. You know him. Better than yourself. And just looking into his eyes, you know something is eating him from inside. And you wonder what is it. So you ask.
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“I’m tired, that’s all” he says, trying to apparent calm. But starting a cigarette (second till the mobil phone rang) is not exactly a sign of calm, and you know it.
“Com’on…” you try. “That’s not all and I know… tell me. You can trust in me” you try to give him the courage to say whatever it is. Even that he is tired of you staying in his house. He smiles. A bit more. You don’t know what is thinking but that smiles makes you feel a bit calmer. Whatever it is, is not you. Which actually is pissing you off, because he *knows* you’ve been worrying about that.
“Really, Sblom. I’m tired. I need a break. Break with all this stuff. I can not stand it a day more. I need to be myself, just for some time…” he drinks a bit. And then face you again. “Did you see one of the latest pics of me?”.
“Yeah, I remember” you said drinking from your cup too. You hate that. You can feel his angriness actually because is starting to be yours too. And you hate being that connect with him, when you don’t know why the fuck he is that angry. “But on those pics you played the game, right?”
“Yes… but I’m tired of that” he adds after a while. “I’m tired of not being able to go and buy some CDs. I’m tired to be followed everywhere!”
“Hey, mate!” you cut him, just because you don’t want him to got more angry than he is. “They are making tons of pics of me too! And I bet mine are worst than yours!”
Elijah laugh out loud. He remembers that pic. You, making like if you were speaking to anyone at your mobil phone just for the photographers to let you in peace. But it didn’t worked. Elijah has never try on making he is speaking. That only would conduce the press to ask who would he be speaking to. And he is so afraid of what they say. A girlfriend… one of the cast… another contract for other movie… all kind of unimaginable reasons that make him shiver. Edited by: Saura at: 4/1/03 9:54:46 pm
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“Do you remember the pics they made when I was driving Hanna’s car?” he says now sad again. You simply nod.
You remember he came home terribly mad that day. Screaming, and about to punch whatever was put on his way. Why they simple couldn’t let him in peace! He was buying a car for his sister. And that was so fucking important that they all were about to have an accident!. The best picture for whatever magazine!. Com’on… Does his live really deserve that a photographer risk his own for making a front picture of him driving a mini?
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“What’s the fuck wrong in the world?” he asks you with a surprised look. “Can a famous person be himself for a while? Is so fucking important if I buy a CD or if I drive any car? Do our fans really need to have pics of us doing all the stuff in this life?”
“I’m sure that if they were able, they surely have wallpapers on their computers of you making a piss. I’m sure they will love to see your things… mmm… you naked on a wallpaper!” you said laughing, putting your mouth as if you were sending him the most hot and sexy kiss.
“Or you naked…” he winkles you an eye and smiles devilish.
“Hey!. They have actually!” you said.
And he laughs.
“Yeah, is true! They have! Oh, Sblomie… you are that cute all naked on computer’s wallpapers all around the world!” he imitates a teen girl tone. “I’m going to download it and set it as our wallpaper too!”
“You are a bastard” you said trying to sound serious, though you are not. You drink a bit more, and you find that your coke is about to end. You look at the cake you have, and the plate is already empty. He haven’t eat almost nothing of his own. “What’s up with you and food?” you ask, now really worried. You don’t remember the time when Elijah eat properly for last time. “You have a lovers quarrel or something?” you try sounding cheerful. Edited by: Saura at: 4/1/03 9:59:39 pm
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“Nah” he says, trying to give the serous tone out. “I’m not hungry. Want it?”
“No” you say almost immediately. “You eat it… now” Your tone is really serious now. You want him to eat. You need to see him eating. He catch the fork, pointing his tongue out to you, like a little child that don’t want to quarrel, but starts playing with the cake. He hasn’t eat a bite when a waitress come near your table with a coffeepot on her hand.
“Want a coffee?” she says looking at you both.
“No thank you, just the bill” he said immediately.
“I don’t want to sound like I’m curious” she says almost in a whisper “But I have heard your conversation about being taken pictures” Elijah rolls his eyes. You know he is thinking ‘not again, please let us in peace’. You sigh. Fucking curious people!. “I have saw a photographer rounding out there. I think he have taken some pictures of you here” she says. “I think you should know” and then leave you both alone.
“Go” you order him. And he simply nods, starting to get up, letting the cake almost complete, and with the saddest look you can remember on his eyes. You let some pounds on the desk and leave the local.
You walk to the car without a word. Elijah lifts another cigarette. You look at him. You want him to stop smoking that much, stop being worried and sad, and start again to be the Elijah you once met and loved. You know you are being follow. So you leave between you as much space as possible. Never got more close than necessary. Moral rule the suits order you to sign. You look at him. You are not going to say a word now about him smoking too much, eating very few... But time will came.
“You are not going to smoke inside the car” You can’t stand to say, pointing at his hand and looking at him angrily. He looks at you with a puppy face.
“Com’on, Dommie! I’ve just light it!. Don’t make me throw it out!”
“No. Keep that thing away of the car, right?” you are not going to hang over *that*.
“Ok, all right!” he concedes you, throwing the cigarette away when you both reach to the car.
“The suits are going to get mad when they know you are not going to the Oscars, you know?” you tell him.
“I know” he makes a weird grimace. “I don’t care”.
“Peter is not all powerful. He may can’t fight with the suits for your break”
“I don’t care” he repeats. His hand is on the co-pilot’s door, waiting for you to open the car. He is looking at you. With exactly the same sad look he put on his face when you were leaving the local. But there’s something new on that eyes of his… A furious determination, that you are not sure you want to know about. “I’m going to have the break even if I need to disappear from this planet, right?”
“I hope you don’t need to do that. I don’t want to lose you, right?” you say opening the car and sitting down.
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(4/22/03 1:58 am) Reply
Re: Worried for the little ~ A pic fanfic* Modeling ~
Quote:Elijah Wood From Time Out magazine: People have free will. They have a choice to lead the lives they have. There are people who are unlucky or born into challenging lives, but everyone has the choice and the power to move themselves out of a difficult position.
You are on the street. Is the day of the appearance of the photos you were made on that coffee-shop. You are mad. You have saw them and have read the comments about them. Bastards!. They don’t know what they are doing to you… to you both…
You are going to receive a call from the suits sooner than you expected. Not for the pics, but for the comments about them. You wonder if Elijah have saw them.
Loud heavy music is going out from somewhere fulfilling the air of the street. All the windows of the flat are closed, so inside wherever the music is, it must be on its highest volume. And the player must be a quite good machine, by the way…
You got yourself into the house and while getting closer to your door, you sigh. Is from your apartment where the music is being played. Oh, God. And is really loud!. So he have saw the pics. Shit!.
“Elijah!” you enter the apartment screaming, and blowing the door. You run to the CD player and stop it. Now you are feeling really mad. For the loud music. For the pics. For the comments. For yourself. For Elijah. For fucking *everything*… “Elijah!” you scream again. But nobody answers. “Elijah?” You enter his room, look for him on your own room and even in the bathroom. The apartment is really little, so there’s not a real place for him to hide. You pass through the living-room to check if he is on the kitchen with furious steps.
The small table that is near the sofa, is covered by papers. Elijah is so disorganized!. You got close to it, forgetting for a while you were looking for him. There are a few pics and magazines of him laying there. You take the first magazine, with his face on the cover.
“Oh, God Elijah” you whisper sadly looking at the pic. “What’s wrong with you?” Edited by: Saura at: 4/22/03 1:59:33 am
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“I’m going to go” his voice scares you and make you jump. He is sat on the floor, his back resting on the wall, close to the entrance door of the apartment. His face is the mirror of that pic on the cover of the magazine. But without hair. His hand supports his head, legs curled up. He looks terribly sad, completed depress. “Wherever, but far. I need to go, Dom. I can’t stand this more” a tear roll down his cheek. You sight. You didn’t know how much you hate seeing him like this… actually because is the first time he is crying for not an apparent reason, with a look on his eyes that shows you how much his should is damaged.
“Com’on mate” you touch his head, trying to calm him down. “It can’t be this unbearable…”
“It is!… just check the inside pics!” he withdraw the magazine from your hands with a violent move and starts passing pages till he find the one where he is pictured again.
“But Lij, you were modeling!” you try to understand. “What’s wrong with this pics?”
“I hate them!” he says. “Look at me! I’m sad and it’s beginning to be noticed in every picture! I can’t model… I can’t put a happy face!”
“But why?” you touch his shoulder to see if you can calm him. But you know is useless because he don’t want to get calm.
“I don’t know. I don’t want to do it. I can’t put a happy face if I’m not happy myself, right?” He starts crying.
“Hey!” you try with a puppy tone. “Where’s that great actor I have heard of?”
“That great actor is tired, Dom!. Tired of acting 24 hours a day!. I can’t act more… I’m always acting, doing what is waited from me!. Because this guy…” he points furiously to his pic on the magazine. “This guy is not me! Not me!”
“Calm, Elijah… Everything’s going to pass… I’m sure” You hug him. Let his face wet your shoulder.
“I need to disappear Dom. I need it. I really do”.
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“Then do it, Lijah” you can’t believe you really have say that. “Go. Don’t tell anybody where you have gone. Nor even me. Go, Lij” you get up and let the magazine again on the table. There are more pics. “I remember this day” you say catching one of the pics.
“Yes… When everything started” he said sadly. “Why can’t they let me alone for a while, ah? Don’t I deserve it?”
“Lij… you are famous… People love what you have done! You bring Frodo to live!. That’s quite important… And you must feel honored because the most difficult fans to deal with, love your work too!”
“I don’t mean the public, Dom… But the press and the crazy fans! Oh God… If only I need to deal with Tolkien’s fans, should be good… But…”
“They pay this apartment, right?” you try to convinced him. “Your pics, and my pics… and even Orli pics… All of us are dealing with this.”
“And how you stand it?” he screams. “I can’t!”
“God! Have you hear yourself?” you start screaming too. “Complaining like a little girl?!. Elijah, you were on this business for longer than us… Really I thought that if any of us could really deal with all this shit should be you! And you are the first to be broken by this?… I can’t believe it!”
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*author's note: SHIT! A&F not-allowed direct linking... ajjjjjjj...
I will try to arange it.. soooo sorry... I'm going to let the rest of the chapter for the time I arranged this last part... soooo soooory again!.
!…well… is not *that* sure… I DON'T KNOW, RIGHT?. Is *NOT* to start. Bad words also for sure. I speak worst than they. And is not complete...should be. Sometime. Maybe. The pics are not on composed on a timeline. Can be changed to the fic proposals. The quotes are real, and also came from the BagedInn.
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I LIKE IT Saura , HOPE YOU CONTINUE THE STORY .
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