“Fuck! Peter’s going to kill me! You haven’t seen my ear, have you?”
Elijah began sifting through the pile of discarded clothing on the trailer’s floor, a look of utter concentration on his face. He hurled objects over his head, not caring where or whom they landed on.
“What?” Orlando ducked as one of his boots came flying in his direction. “And watch where you throw that!”
“My ear!” He pulled back the curls of his hobbit wig to reveal a plain, human ear covered in peeling glue.
“How many times is it now?”
“Four. I’m surprised no one’s figured it out yet,” Elijah said, voice flat. He was now down on all fours searching under the table. Orlando leaned back against the wall, arms crossed over his bare chest, watching the bobbing of Elijah’s backside as he crawled further into the small space.
“So, do you have any idea when it came off?” he asked lazily, not really caring what the answer would be. There were much more important things to think of, like the porcelain globes now backing toward him as Lij scooted out from under the table.
“I think–ow– ” He nursed the top of his head as he crawled out. “I think it was when you did that thing with your leg.”
Orlando pulled the shorter man to his feet and wrapped his arms around the slim waist. “I could repeat it if you want. Tonight? My place?” He buried his head in Elijah’s left shoulder blade and bit down softly into the smooth skin.
“Tonight . . . your place . . . the leg thing . . . mmm . . .”
Elijah pressed even closer to the elf as he tilted his head to the side to allow him more access to the heated skin. Orlando’s hands traveled up the nape of his neck and into the curls there when the other man started laughing.
“What’s so funny?” He tried to pull back but Orlando had collapsed against him for support. “What?”
Orlando brought his hand out of Elijah’s hair and thrust it into his face. Clutched in his palm was the crushed remnant of Frodo’s ear. He stared at the flesh-colored mound before breaking out in laughter himself. The two collapsed to the floor naked skin sliding over naked skin.
Before they knew what was happening, the trailer door swung open sending a blast of frigid air at the them. They turned to find Viggo and Sean Bean grinning at them, snowflakes swirling in the air around them.
“Do you mind?” Orlando grinned cheekily. “It’s bloody freezing!” The two men laughed and shut the door behind them, once again leaving the elf and hobbit alone. “Well, I guess they’ll all know soon enough.”
Elijah looked from the door to Orlando and let his head drop down to the ground. “Shit.”