Discovery
by
Bluespirit

Fandom: Lord of the Rings RPS
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: PG
Summary: Viggo experiences a moment of clarity.
Word count: 375
Series: Discovery

Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. The author is not making any claims as to the real life sexualities or preferences of the people portrayed here. This is purely for entertainment, not profit.

It all happened so fast - the rapidly approaching headlamps, the squeal of brakes and that cloying, sickly smell of burning rubber. Then…time slowed and Viggo watched, frozen, as the car swerved towards him, its wide-eyed driver fighting the wheel. He heard rather than felt the solid impact of the hood as it clipped his leg and he was tossed upwards, arcing high into the obsidian night above.

He was surrounded by stars, thousands and thousands of them, and it was as if he was seeing them for the very first time, each tiny pinpoint of light shining just that little bit brighter than ever before. He'd always thought that the stars seemed so constant, an unchanging certainty that had shone out for millions of years. But that was wrong - some were already dead, decayed and dark with their final rays only now just reaching this solar system. A momentary illumination, a reflection of something already long gone.

Just like this life - so transitory and with no guarantee that there'd be a tomorrow, another day to do all those things still left undone. He hadn't lived enough, wasn't ready for his light to fade yet - there were things he still had to do.

One very important thing that he had to do….

Viggo landed with a harsh groan of abused flesh and exhaled air. The grass verge was more forgiving than the hard asphalt would have been but it still hurt - or it would do when the shock wore off. For now he was content to just lie back, arms flung wide as he stared up to the stars.

The stars stared back.

Viggo smiled.

He was alive…and he loved Orlando.

His smile grew broader, despite the ache now making itself known in his leg and the insistent throbbing of his head.

He loved Orlando and it was time to tell him. Time to set aside all the self-analysis and carefully constructed reasons for not doing this - for not taking the chance, the *risk*. Time to go to him and kiss away that look of aching longing ever present in those beautiful dark eyes.

Yes, he was alive and it was time to finally start living.

The end