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Title: Unanswered Prayers
Author: [ profile] moit
Fandom: LotRiPS
Summary: For [ profile] shirebound. Orlando returns to the set of the Hobbit, but things are different.
Rating: G
Genre: song fic, angst
Warnings: implied slash, het
Word Count: 750
Beta: [ profile] naemi
Author's Note: This is based on Garth Brooks's Unanswered Prayers.

Just the other night a hometown football game
My wife and I ran into my old high school flame
And as I introduced them the past came back to me
And I couldn't help but think of the way things used to be

Orlando arrived on set and it felt like he’d stepped back in time thirteen years. It was weird, though, to arrive without Billy. The buildings and trailers looked so eerily similar Orlando half-expected to see Dom and Billy come tearing out across the lot, fighting with wooden swords. The make-up trailer looked exactly the same—same wig and prosthetic ears. Same decision to shave his hair into a Mohawk, only this time it was all different. The girl doing his hair was now a guy. His name was Greg instead of Tori. He’d asked Tori out nearly every day of principal shooting, but she never said yes.

She was the one that I'd wanted for all times
And each night I'd spend prayin' that God would make her mine
And if he'd only grant me this wish I wished back then
I'd never ask for anything again

There was also no Ian this time. Orlando figured he must be a big enough star by now to warrant having his makeup done alone. Trouble was that he just felt lonely. When Greg was done, Orlando tied on his bandana and went to his trailer. Also still the same. Pete had even gone so far as to ask if Orlando wanted the same one, to which he replied, “Sure,” while what he really wanted to say was, “Please, dear God, YES!” But as he stepped inside what had once been his second home, Orlando’s heart sank. Without Viggo’s photographs, Elijah’s mountains of empty coffee cups, and the magazine photos of airbrushed women Dom would pin up for him, it just felt . . . empty. No Sean sitting on the couch, waiting to run lines (neither Bean nor Astin), no Ian dropping by to say a gentle hello, no Billy griping about the lack of porridge, and no Liv telling Orlando how good he’d look in a Mohawk. With a heavy sigh, Orlando set to reclothing himself as Legolas.

Sometimes I thank God for unanswered prayers
Remember when you're talkin' to the man upstairs
That just because he doesn't answer doesn't mean he don't care
Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers

Unlike the first time he flew here, however, he knew exactly what to expect. What did manage to surprise him was Elijah standing on set in his Frodo costume. He turned, and a wide grin split across his face, showing off the famous gap between his teeth. Only people who knew Elijah knew that he was so self-conscious about his teeth he only showed them when he could help it. Orlando expected the familiar drop in his stomach at the sigh of Elijah turning that smile on him, but not even when Elijah launched himself at Orlando in a run-jump bone-crushing hug did Orlando’s heart so much as flutter.

She wasn't quite the angel that I remembered in my dreams
And I could tell that time had changed me
In her eyes too it seemed
We tried to talk about the old days
There wasn't much we could recall
I guess the Lord knows what he's doin' after all

Later that night, Orlando returned to his hotel room. Since he’d only be in the country for a couple weeks, there was no point in setting him up in a house. Still, Orlando felt a twinge of nostalgia for his rented beach house. He laid down on the bed and dialed his mobile. It was late, but he knew his wife would be awake, anticipating his call.

And as she walked away and I looked at my wife
And then and there I thanked the good Lord
For the gifts in my life

Miranda’s soft voice came over the line, and Orlando felt his heart melt.

Sometimes I thank God for unanswered prayers

Remember when you're talkin' to the man upstairs
That just because he may not answer doesn't mean he don't care
Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered

Some of God's greatest gifts are all too often unanswered . . .
Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers

Unanswered prayers, indeed.
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