Part 5. Done. Yay.
Okay, let's see. '' is thoughts, "" is speech, () is translations of elvish, italics are Orome's letter in this part, um, I don't think I'm forgetting anything....
I don't own anything LOTR related, except for the books, and a Legolas action figure, and LOTR cards, both Topps and tcg types, and Merribell, and Aragorn's son Boromir, and.....
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"Good. You're right. Legolas did die because he loved you. Are you ready for your next quest?"
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Aragorn took a deep breath, before nodding. He was ready for his next quest. Besides, the sooner he finished, the sooner he could finally die, and in his afterlife, he could be reunited with Legolas, Arwen, Merribell, and Boromir. Orome smiled, nodding his head.
"Yes, you are ready. For your next quest, you must take on a new name. You will be Viggo Mortenson, my tolthoneth. You will audition to play the role of Aragorn in the movies being made from your books. I will make sure you get that part. In New Zealand, where the movies are being filmed, you must find my callon, and give him a message. I will tell you what that message is when you arrive in New Zealand. Understood?"
Aragorn frowned shaking his head slightly, confusion written on his face.
"No, no, I don't understand. You want me to be a tolthoneth, roughly translated that's a summon giver? As for giving the message to your callon; Orome, Legolas is dead, I can't give him any messages unless I die too. What do you mean...and Viggo? Viggo?"
Orome simply laughed.
"My tolthoneth will be my messenger, and my callon is not Legolas, not exactly....well, that's all I'll say. As for Viggo, can't I have some fun in my life? It's been very long, and seeing as how you are one out of the two people who still truly believe in me, I need to torment you as much as possible."
"Your logic makes no sense."
"Don't argue my logic. Do you know what you must do now?"
Aragorn nodded slowly.
"I think so. I need to audition for the role of Aragorn, as Viggo Mortenson. I will then receive that role and travel to New Zealand to film the movies based on my books. When I arrive in New Zealand, you will give me a message to give to your callon...how will I know who is your callon?"
"You'll know who my callon is. Trust me, you'll know. It may take you a while to believe, but you'll know. Now, since you know what you must do, I'll be off now. Good luck...Viggo!"
Aragorn winced at his new name as Orome vanished. The god never believed in any fancy appearances or disappearances, he was just there one minute and gone the next. You could never tell when he was going to show up, or where.
"I hate your names Orome. First it was J.R.R. Tolkien* when I told you that I was bored and was having no luck with my quest, and now it's Viggo Mortenson? Where do you get these names?"
After shouting at the forest for about ten minutes, with no result, he gave up, curling up in Legolas' bed for one last night of sleep in Mirkwood before heading off to play the part of Viggo. The only dreams that haunted him were pleasant memories of times with Legolas.
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A while later
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Aragorn stepped off the plane and looked around. A young man sat off to the side, idly twirling a card that read Viggo Mortenson in his hands. He seemed lost in thought. Aragorn's mind identified him as Orlando Bloom, he was told that the young actor would be waiting for him. He approached Orlando, reaching out to tap his shoulder, when Orlando's eyes unfocused and he grabbed Aragorn's hand before it reached him.
"Ha! I did it! Elijah laughed when I said I could have the reflexes of an elf, but I did it!"
Orlando's triumphant smile soon had Aragorn smiling too.
"I'm assuming you're Viggo Mortenson, right?"
"Yes, I am. You are Orlando Bloom, aren't you?"
Orlando nodded as he stood.
"Come on then, we need to get your stuff and get out of here before Christoph gets mad at me for missing too much of my lessons. Oh, and I was told to give this to you."
Orlando handed Aragorn an envelope before heading into the masses of people. Aragorn followed, doing his best to not lose the cheerful young man. After picking up his luggage, the two took a taxi to the set of Lord of the Rings, where Orlando showed Aragorn his trailer, then ran off, saying he had to get back to his lessons.
Inside his trailer, Aragorn set his stuff down. The trailer was small, but much better then what he used to have to deal with when he traveled as a ranger. He found his mind drifting back to Orlando.
'So that's who's going to play Legolas. He was a good pick, his face resembles Legolas', and he has a natural grace in his movements that can't be learned. I wonder what he'll look like in costume...'
Aragorn's thoughts trailed off as his attention turned to the envelope Orlando had given him. Opening it up, he found a message inside.
Aragorn, or should I call you Viggo?,
If you could see me at this moment, I'd be smiling a very evil grin. You have never been in a movie before, you have no idea of the amount of torture you will go through to memorize your lines and to get everything right. I have no doubt that you will succeed, but you will find it quite difficult. It will be amusing watching you.
Once again, I can not hold back my smile. I should not go off like this though, for the purpose of this note is to tell you what you must tell my callon when you learn who he is.
"I (Orome) believe in second chances for all, especially for you. Although I can do nothing to bring back the elves, I wish to try to bring back your happiness. There is such things as second chances in love that has spanned centuries, if there is a god involved. Enjoy the rest of your life, my dear callon, for you deserve it, in my eyes."
Understood? Good.
Now, if you wish to know how to make sure you are talking to my callon, he has been informed that my tolthoneth will be searching for him. You are to ask him "Car le tirad i tolthoneth o Orome?" (Do you see the messenger of Orome?) He will respond with "Im car, na le tirad i callon o Orome."(I do, if you see the hero of Orome.) If he does not respond with that, he is not my callon, but if you do not ask the question word for word, he will not believe you to be my tolthoneth.
Orome
Aragorn folded the letter and slid it back into the envelope, setting it on his bed. He quickly unpacked; having very few things, then headed out to explore. Walking around, he admired the many sets that had been created, pausing for a long time to stare hungrily at Rivendell. The artists who had worked to design this fair place were able to do it credit, the replica was almost identical to the Rivendell of old. Sure, there were some differences, but not enough for Aragorn to truly care about. The humans climbing all over it, putting the finishing touches on the fair city, detracted from its aura. In Middle-Earth, elves would have been climbing these walls to fix it up, not humans. With a sigh, he turned away.
"Keep your sword up! One, two three, and swing, you need to move your feet more Orlando! How can you expect to make this seem real if you don't move your feet?"
Aragorn turned his head to the voice. A short walk took him to a practice field, where Orlando was sparring with another man. The man was exasperated, he thought Orlando was hopeless. To Aragorn's amusement, however, as he watched the two, he noticed that Orlando wasn't clumsy because he was hopeless. In fact, it appeared that he was trying to hold back from doing his best.
"May I try?"
His question startled both Orlando and his teacher, they stopped sparring and stared at him. The teacher was the first to speak.
"Why?"
Aragorn had an answer ready.
"I need to practice too, and it might do Orlando some good to try sparring against someone else for a change."
With a smile, Christoph gestured towards a rack of swords.
"If you think you can help him any, go right ahead, be my guest!"
Aragorn chose a sword similar in heft to Anduil. He took a few practice swings with it before turning to Orlando.
"Ready?"
At the young man's nod, Aragorn swung, starting the match. Orlando brought his twin daggers up to block, clumsily stopping the sword. Aragorn drew back, and the two circled each other. Orlando struck out several times, each time blocked by Aragorn. After about ten minutes, Christoph soon grew tired. It was obvious that Viggo was the more skilled, and that he was holding back for Orlando's sake. He left. Aragorn noticed and stopped Orlando.
"He's gone. You don't have to hold back anymore."
"Hold back? Whatever do you mean?"
Orlando's face was clearly puzzled while his voice dripped innocence. Aragorn wondered if Orlando truly had been holding back, or if he really was a clumsy swordsman, when he remembered someone. Legolas. Legolas always made a face just like Orlando's when he was pretending to be confused. Inwardly, Aragorn was amazed at the similarities between Legolas and Orlando.
"You know what I mean, Orlando. You're holding back. I want to fight someone who knows what they are doing, and shows it."
Orlando's smile still oozed innocence, but the twin blades swinging towards Aragorn from both sides were anything but innocence. With a laugh, Aragorn blocked one while twisting out of the way of the other.
"Much better!"
When Christoph returned an hour later, he was startled to see the two fighting with amazing skill. He wasn't too shocked about Viggo's skill increase, after all, he had been holding back, but Orlando! Orlando was fighting like a professional! His movements were not clumsy and slow, but graceful and swift.
"Stop! Stop this at once!"
The two pulled away from each other, lowering their weapons and breathing heavily. Christoph scowled as he inspected the weapons.
"How did you improve so fast? Tell me!"
Aragorn quickly answered for Orlando, seeing the younger man at a loss of what to say.
"I simply gave him some pointers and encouraged him instead of yelling at him all the time. Maybe you should try it, it does work."
Firmly grasping Orlando's arm, Aragorn led him away. When they were a safe distance away from the sparing area, Orlando thanked Aragorn for getting him out of his lessons, they had never been so boring. Apparently, Christoph wasn't Orlando's normal teacher, Bob Anderson, but rather one who liked excuses to yell at people. As Aragorn listened to Orlando talk, he couldn't help but feel that same pull that he had always felt around Legolas. He marked it up as another weird coincidence.
"So, do you want to or not?"
Aragorn was brought out of his comparisons between Legolas and Orlando by the question.
"I'm sorry, want to what?"
With a chuckle, Orlando asked his question again.
"Do you want to go out to dinner with a bunch of the rest of the cast? We're going to this great place not far from here..."
"I'd love to."
The two hurried off to join the rest of the dinner group, not wanting to be late. Inwardly, Aragorn smiled. This quest already seemed more enjoyable then the last two.
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*Yes, I made Aragorn be J.R.R. Tolkien, simply because he's the only one who would really be able to write about Middle-Earth, and the fellowship, and all that other fun stuff.
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