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Title: Blind - 10/?
Author: [ profile] moit
Pairing: Domlijah
Fandom: Lord of the Rings RPF
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Drama
Warnings: Slash
Summary: After a horrific accident, Elijah is blinded. Dom is left to pick up the pieces of their broken life.
Word Count: 1,734
Previous Chapters here

After Elijah let his guard down, both literally and figuratively, the mood in the house was relaxed and easy-going. Josh no longer felt like an outsider, and Dom and Elijah's relationship regained its pre-accident ease. With the way the three of them were acting, it was almost as if the accident had never happened, save for Elijah's occasional use of the cane. Even that was starting to become a rare occurrence, unless he left the house. Going about his business in their rented bungalow had become almost second nature, and it eased Dom’s mind to see Elijah moving about effortlessly. Still, he couldn't hide his surprise when Elijah brought up his newest idea.

They were sitting on the beach behind the house enjoying a few beers together after Dom had all-but drowned Elijah's fair skin in sunscreen.

"I think maybe I should get a service dog." He narrowed his eyes behind his sunglasses in Dom's general direction. "Don't laugh."

"It's not funny," Dom said seriously. "Actually, I think it's a great idea."

Elijah's features relaxed, but he still looked guarded. "I've been thinking about this for a while now, and I think it would really help me. I would be able to go out in public without feeling threatened by the world at large."

Dom's stomach constricted at the last sentence. He hated that Elijah, his once daringly brave boyfriend, was now too frightened to walk into town for a gallon of milk. Hopefully a service dog could re-instill some of that courage in his mind.

"Josh was helping me research it the other day. There's actually an organization on the island that helps connect people with service dogs. It's pretty complicated. First, they interview me on the phone after doing a background check and all that, and if I'm qualified, I actually get to fill out an application. Once that's approved, they'll give us a home visit to determine if we have a suitable place to keep a service dog. Then, I'll be matched with a dog and I'll have to pay the required fees."

"That sounds like adopting a child," Dom said, shaking his head.

"Doesn't it?" Elijah lit a cigarette and blew out his breath. "I just hope we don't have the deck stacked against us from the beginning."

Dom made a face. "Why would we?"

"Well, we're actors, so we don't exactly have the most stable home life. We're also celebrities, and I've never heard of anyone famous with a service dog. Oh, and we're gay."

"What the hell does being homosexual have to do with it? Elijah, this is a dog, not a child. I highly doubt they'll be worried we're going to 'turn the dog gay.'" Dom made air quotations with his fingers, even though Elijah couldn't see him.

Elijah had to laugh at that. "I guess you're right. I'm just so stressed out about this already. It's a huge decision. What if they say no after the phone interview? What if I don't even get a phone interview? What if they just see my name on the paper and assume I'm doing this for publicity or something and deny my application straight away?"

"Elijah." Dom reach out and took the beer out of Elijah's hand so he could lace their fingers together. "You are over-thinking this entirely too much. Surely, you weren't even this worked up when you sent your audition tape to Pete?"

Elijah took another drag off his cigarette. "Yeah. You're right."

"Don't let this get you down. You were finally starting to come back to me--the man I fell in love with in New Zealand. Don't let one small 'maybe' bring you down."

"Maybe I do need counseling."

"I told you I'd go with you."

Elijah made a noncommittal noise. Dom stood up and nestled his beer in the sand so it wouldn't tip over. "Come on," he said, taking the cigarette out of Elijah’s hand and sticking it in the sand next to the beer bottle. He tugged at Elijah's hand to get him to stand up.

"Where are we going?"

"For a swim," Dom replied with a grin. "It is way too hot out here to lay on the beach and complain about our lives." He pulled at the smaller man until they were in the water where Elijah could feel his way around his surroundings.

"You're right," Elijah said, leaning back to wet his hair. "Much better idea."

"Come here," Dom said softly.

Elijah waded over to the sound of Dom's voice. His hands slid over the wet skin of Dom's chest and he sighed softly. Dom's arms wrapped around Elijah, spreading cool drops of water across his skin.

"I wish every day could be like this," Elijah whispered, resting his chin on Dom's shoulder.

"Why can't it?"

Elijah didn't answer, but Dom had a feeling he knew what Elijah was thinking. "Maybe we should call Billy and go back to New Zealand for a while after I wrap filming here."

"Yeah?" Elijah said, mulling over the idea.

"Why not? We can go surfing, hiking, frequent the Wellington pubs, take a trip back out to Te Anau. It will be just like old times."

"Even with--"

"Hush," Dom said, silencing him with a kiss. You can do anything you put your mind to. No more of this 'I'm blind so I can't' rubbish."

"I've never said that," Elijah replied, rubbing a smile into Dom's neck.

"You act like it sometimes." Dom brushed a quick kiss across Elijah's lips. He gently twisted himself out of Elijah's arms and ducked down under the waves.

"Where did you go?" Elijah called when Dom resurfaced.

"Come find me!" Dom called wickedly, splashing nosily under water again.

A game of hide and seek commenced quickly with Dom splashing and swimming around Elijah as the other man fought to use his remaining senses to track Dom down. Dom was careful to keep them within a safe swimming area, lest Elijah swim too far out to reach the shore.

Eventually they collapsed on the beach, tired and still laughing. Dom tipped his beer bottle against the one Elijah held. "Good game, mate."

"Says he who held the advantage the whole time," Elijah shot back, though he was smiling.

"Hey, you caught me several times."

"Goosing me in the ribs with your dick does not count."

"Not for you. That was a point for my team."

Elijah shook his head and took a long swallow of beer. "Next time I'm blindfolding you so I have the advantage."

"Bring it on, baby," Dom said, grinning wickedly.


Elijah insisted cooking dinner that night with only limited help from Dom. It was important to him not only that he regain his independence, but that he re-learn how to do simple tasks on his own. He couldn't reconcile hiring a cook just because Dom was going to be gone on a shoot.

They decided on something simple and easy: grilled chicken and rice with a fresh salad. Elijah would be able to practice relying on his remaining senses under Dom's watchful eye. Josh, on the other hand, opted to lounge just outside the kitchen on the porch. Since it was such a nice night, they had decided to leave the sliding glass door open. Josh's stay in Hawaii was unexpectedly extended when he landed a small part on LOST. It gave him an opportunity to build something with Matt, and allowed him a reason to stay on the island with Dom and Elijah longer.

"Smells like you're burning something!" Josh called through the open door.

For a moment, Elijah glanced in Dom's direction, but when Dom remained silent, he knew Josh was just trying to get a rise out of him. "No, that's just the smell of your brain frying!" he called back.

Josh chuckled. "Good to have you back, man."

Elijah ignored the comment. Both Josh and Dom had spoken encouragingly of Elijah's attitude change since he gave in and showed Dom his scars, but he still didn't like to talk about it. "Dom?"


"I just wanted to make sure you hadn't left," Elijah said, his voice slightly unsure.

"Trust yourself, Lij. You would have heard my footsteps if I left. And I told you I'm not going to interfere unless absolutely necessary. You can do this."

Elijah nodded and let out a breath. He reached for the handle of the pot and stirred the rice. He could hear it beginning to sizzle in the bottom of the pan, and knew it should be close to done. Praying that it wasn't still raw, the leaned farther over the stove and ran his fingertips over the dials until he found the correct one and switched it off.

Since the salad was done, all he had to do was finish the chicken. It smelled good, and since it didn't seem to be sticking to the pan anymore, he figured he could flip it. Biting his lip, he tucked the spatula under the first piece and flipped it over with painstakingly slow movements. It grew easier with the other pieces.

"Okay," Elijah said, stepping back from the heat of the stove. He turned back to Dom. "I'm really sorry if that ends up burnt."

"Does it smell burnt?" Dom asked.

Elijah turned back to the stove and inhaled deeply. "Not yet," he replied with a grin.

When Elijah deemed the chicken done, he moved it to a plate and set the Dom. Dom offered to help, but Elijah insisted he could, at the very least, set the table without help. Josh strolled in from the porch and they sat down to dinner together.

Elijah made a point to fiddle with his chicken long enough to let Josh and Dom dig in first. "Well?" he asked tentatively.

"It's not the worst chicken I've ever had," Josh offered. At the look on Elijah's face, he quit poking fun at his friend. "I'm kidding. It's actually really good. I'm impressed. I didn't know you could cook at all."

"Oh, fuck you," Elijah said, grinning.

"It is really good," Dom agreed.

Satisfied, Elijah sat back to enjoy his own meal. To his taste, the chicken was a little overdone, but it was nice sharing a meal together, especially one he'd cooked himself. It was more than time for his life to get back to normal.
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