A/N: I can't promise longer chapters, but I'm hoping they'll be a bit more frequent.
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ORLANDOPOV
"Get them! All of them!" I sat up, smiling as Pippin launched himself at me. It was a more pleasant awakening than an alarm clock, I had to admit.
"Oh, no! What's this?" I played along.
"We're fearsome Hobbits! Stand down, Orcs!" Merry laughed heartily, and Boromir began to chuckle as they assaulted him with sticks.
"The Elf may look like a filthy Orc, but I don't!" Gimli protested, and I snorted.
"With your twisted features, you're more disgusting than even the most repulsive Yrch!" I swore, before rewinding in my head. Yrch meant Orc... I was now speaking Elvish on a normal basis.
"Legolas, put aside your rivalry and focus!" Gandalf scolded, tapping his staff on the ground.
"Murgh bek dun akk!" Gimli swore under his breath as the gray wizard strode away. I didn't even know Tolkien finished the Dwarven language! However, this wasn't exactly just a storybook anymore.
"Lyaa emel ae Yrch!" I hissed back, knowing full well that he wouldn't understand. Your mother is an Orc! How did I even know those words exactly? Elvish became easier on my tongue as filming continued, yet I wasn't as skilled in it as some others.
"Legolas, stop!" Vi- Aragorn ordered, shooting me a glare. I remained quiet, as did Gimli and Boromir. Frodo chattered with Sam, and Merry with Pippin.
The days passed rather uneventfully, and I wondered if that was in Lord of the Rings. Was that why there were time gaps in the pages? Eventually, I began noticing that my sleep was being cut off- yet when I woke, I felt refreshed, as if I'd only rested my eyes for a while. I struggled to recall Elven traits.
Elves are immortal beings that are not affected by disease, illness, fatigue, or old age. Dwarves are a common rival due to a spat with the Elven King Thranduil- my father, I guessed- and a Dwarven king. I didn't care enough to reflect upon Dwarvish history. John was a nice man, but I hated Gimli powerfully.
Eventually, I didn't sleep at all. Closing my eyes gave me enough energy to continue easily. Still, my thoughts lingered on what happened above. Where was Miranda? Was anyone there to take my place? Had time stopped? Had I even existed at all?
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I'm completely aware of when he met Miranda... I want to make a point here.
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Trapped
FanfictionOrlando Bloom says hello to his cast mates and dons the blonde wig. The stylist applies the makeup and pointed ears. They put in the bright blue contacts. They film the scenes, he removes the costume and sleeps. It's a normal routine. However, when...
