A DomLijah Story
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I have made every effort to present the background of this story in accordance with known details about filming, and in accordance with the rumors which I personally consider reliable. This should not be taken to mean that anything in this story is accurate or true.
Pursuit of Happiness
Chapter 1 Part 2
Billy stood in the doorway, shocked by what he had just seen,
indecision leaving him immobile and useless to his best friend.
They had always, from the first moment, been able to share
everything, but now he had nothing to say. No mad jokes, no dry
sarcasm had a place in this situation. Nor was it any time for
reason, or even sympathy. Arrested, paralyzed by the untenable
situation, he thought back on how it all began.
|    Rated: |
|Series: NC-17 or E|
RPS; slightly AU
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Elijah ate quietly, his eyes mostly fixed on his plate, wishing he hadn't come. He was aware that the young waitress was vying for his attention, and knew he should be flattered. It didn't help, though, that Dom and Billy kept teasing him about it. If Orlando had come, probably her attention would be on him instead, and he'd be spared this teasing. Orlando's easygoing presence was missed. While he seemed to prefer Billy's company, he was gentle with Elijah's feelings, frequently blunting the point of the other man's baiting.
"Do ya think maybe she should sit in his lap, Dom?" Billy queried. "Give the lad a taste of what she has to offer? I think he's missing the point."
The girl's blush went unnoticed by Elijah. That's what he was to these guys - a boy. Inexperienced and an easy target for their jokes. Sean laid a hand on his knee under the table in silent support, and Elijah's blush deepened. It was certainly no help to realize that his discomfort was so obvious.
"I know," Dom put in enthusiastically. "He's gay. Prefers blokes, he does. Give me a kiss, Lighe!"
"Are ye not handy with the lasses, Elijah?" Billy wondered as Elijah's cheeks reddened. "It's in the song."
"What song is that?" Dom asked.
"You know - Yankee Doodle. 'Mind the music and the step and with the girls be handy,'" Billy sang.
"I hadn't heard that one. Is it true for all Yankees?"
"Well, maybe it's only for Yankee Doodles. Are ye a 'doodle', 'Lijah?"
"I'm rather proud of being a Yankee Doodle," Elijah said stiffly, trying to ride out the ribbing.
"Hey Sandy," Billy addressed the girl by the name she had given when she brought their water and menus. "Give the lad a kiss. Let him know what he's missing."
"Leave the boy alone," Sandy replied as she arranged plates on the table.
It was too much. Again with the 'boy'! They thought he was too young, too immature! He stood abruptly, his chair falling over behind him. Purposefully, he marched around the table, grabbed the surprised girl and kissed her. He made it a good, Hollywood kiss, as he'd learned with Christina. Then, holding her at arms' length, he asked roughly, "Will you go to a movie with me on Thursday?"
The girl smiled sweetly at him. "I'd love to," she said.
"I'll pick you up here at seven, then," he said. Mechanically, he returned to his place and righted his chair, then picked up the folder he had left there with his papers, and without another word, stalked out of the restaurant.
Sean was livid. "Now look what you've done!" he cried. "I talk him into coming out with you and you drive him off! What's with you?"
Dom and Billy looked at each other. As though having reached a telepathic conclusion, they turned then and looked at Sean. "Just takin' the piss," Dom shrugged.
"I don't know what it is you're doing," Sean returned angrily, "but you're setting us up for a very unpleasant year if you can't get along with him!" He got up hastily and hurried after Elijah, not bothering to right his own chair.
He drove Elijah back to the hotel in silence, struggling to think of something to say.
Elijah's silence was filled with thoughts of the other hobbits. He'd somehow gotten off on the wrong foot with Billy from the start, but he thought he'd done better with Dom.
He'd been in the costume department, looking over all the variations of Frodo's clothes, when another short young man had come in. He'd suspected immediately who it was, since Dominic Monaghan was due to arrive today. Assuming that Billy's hostility was unique, he'd extended the warm welcome that he gave everyone. Flashing a bright and happy smile, he offered his hand. Dom had grinned back and enveloped his palm between two strong, long-fingered hands and shaken it warmly. "Glad to meet you, Elijah," he'd said, softly slurring the 'j' and adding a hint of an 'r' on the end. Elijah had immediately liked the crook-jawed face with the piercing eyes. And the strong warmth of his hands.
"I want to go home," he sighed as he and Sean walked through the hotel lobby.
"Elijah!" Sean turned questioningly to his young friend.
"Oh, I wouldn't really. I'll make it. But, I've never, never, not been able to make friends on a set."