Stampede Of Two

Wrote something. *grins proudly*. Yes, that's right, I wrote something that could actually be finished without the need for medication.

Title: Stampede of Two
Fandom: Lotrips
Pairing: david wenham/elijah wood
Rating: PG
Summary: "And then there was a hand at the small of his back, reassuring him."
Notes: Response to the working_blue 008 challenge to use the line in the summary.
Disclaimer: Not mine.

Dave sat at the end of the rackety pier, feet drifting back and forth in the cool water making silent ripples. The air was still, but gentle and unoppressive, soft and caressing and settled. He thought of the idyllic, of how strange it was to actually be somewhere like this, with ridiculously green grass, an assortment of fairly leisurely occupied insects, the occasional bubble of happy conversation making its way across the garden and over the water.

The peace didn't shatter, so much as it got firmly wedged out of shape. He turned to look back up to the patio, where it would appear Orlando and Dominic had started an overly enthusiastic stampede in his general direction.

He felt a moment of panic, and thought how only Orlando and Dominic could create a stampede consisting of only two people and yet still truly deserve that title.

And then there was a hand at the small of his back, reassuring him. Dave tilted his head back, and looked up into twinkling blue eyes. It was a bit disorientating, like looking at a cut-out, as if someone had poked two holes in this figure to allow the shocking-blue of the sky to show through where least expected. He beamed complacently up at Elijah, and leaned into the caress.

He looked back down the pier, to the fast approaching stampede no longer overly concerned. They were three-quarters of the way down the garden now, lolloping ungainly like unsure colts. He leaned back into the caress, and smiled at their antics.

And then there was a hand at the small of his back, firmly pressing, and he felt his weight shift inexorably forward. He twisted to look up at Elijah, eyes still twinkling as he fell.

He grimaced with betrayal as the cold water hit.

Bastard.