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With apologies towitchwillow, who Ally and Douglas belong to, and who I trust to forgive me for any mistakes I made with their reactions.
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They'd all seen the film about ten times over in various combinations – all five of them together once at the cinema [Luke's third viewing and Ally's second] and maybe three more times in bits and pieces in Jenna's cosy cluttered living room. Ally and Douglas had, of course, been invited to the grand all-in-one weekend that Luke had arranged, and Walker himself had got in the habit of letting the DVD play in the background when he was too tired to know what he really wanted to watch, trusting the story to pull him in from whatever point he found with the forward button. On a wet Sunday afternoon Walker was inclined to think that there weren't a whole lot of places he'd rather be than watching it once more, wrapped around Luke and bantering with the others.
In all honesty the film was acting more as a focus for conversation than actually getting watched. Every few lines either Ally or Luke would end up lip synching with the dialogue until someone smacked them, or one of the ferrets would do something either adorable or painful, or Jenna would remember some gossip she'd heard about one of the actors, or Douglas would shush them all urgently to drink in a phrasing in the soundtrack to wax lyrical about, and then break into his own appreciation to try and stop Ally to teasing about the soap opera they'd woven around the characters the first time they'd all watched it at home to the accompaniment if a fair amount of red wine. The night had ended up in hysterics with them all sliding into and out of roles to make their cases and deciding that unless otherwise specified it was fair to assume that everyone was probably in love with Legolas.
Walker smiled from the safety of Luke's lap as the screen turned to the battlements of Rohan and Douglas slid onto the floor behind his sister and clamped his hand firmly over her mouth, Luke chuckling at her squeak of indignation. Walker caught Jenna's eye. As Aragon approached the cloaked figure Jenna mouthed 'Oh Legolas – how ever did you find me out?' and Walker timed his deadpan response as best he could to the sweeping gaze of the elf 'I sensed it. Using my hair.' And it was worth the sharp poke of fingers between his ribs and being dumped unceremoniously onto the floor for the laughter that filled the room.
weredonut who wanted a ficlet for this icon : With apologies to
witchwillow, who Ally and Douglas belong to, and who I trust to forgive me for any mistakes I made with their reactions. ***** ***** *****
They'd all seen the film about ten times over in various combinations – all five of them together once at the cinema [Luke's third viewing and Ally's second] and maybe three more times in bits and pieces in Jenna's cosy cluttered living room. Ally and Douglas had, of course, been invited to the grand all-in-one weekend that Luke had arranged, and Walker himself had got in the habit of letting the DVD play in the background when he was too tired to know what he really wanted to watch, trusting the story to pull him in from whatever point he found with the forward button. On a wet Sunday afternoon Walker was inclined to think that there weren't a whole lot of places he'd rather be than watching it once more, wrapped around Luke and bantering with the others.
In all honesty the film was acting more as a focus for conversation than actually getting watched. Every few lines either Ally or Luke would end up lip synching with the dialogue until someone smacked them, or one of the ferrets would do something either adorable or painful, or Jenna would remember some gossip she'd heard about one of the actors, or Douglas would shush them all urgently to drink in a phrasing in the soundtrack to wax lyrical about, and then break into his own appreciation to try and stop Ally to teasing about the soap opera they'd woven around the characters the first time they'd all watched it at home to the accompaniment if a fair amount of red wine. The night had ended up in hysterics with them all sliding into and out of roles to make their cases and deciding that unless otherwise specified it was fair to assume that everyone was probably in love with Legolas.
Walker smiled from the safety of Luke's lap as the screen turned to the battlements of Rohan and Douglas slid onto the floor behind his sister and clamped his hand firmly over her mouth, Luke chuckling at her squeak of indignation. Walker caught Jenna's eye. As Aragon approached the cloaked figure Jenna mouthed 'Oh Legolas – how ever did you find me out?' and Walker timed his deadpan response as best he could to the sweeping gaze of the elf 'I sensed it. Using my hair.' And it was worth the sharp poke of fingers between his ribs and being dumped unceremoniously onto the floor for the laughter that filled the room.
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