Megan had stocked the fridge and now she was wandering a bit forlornly about the small house. Ever since Orli's phone call the morning before, she had realized how lonely she felt without him. Checking the plants if they needed watering, she decided to take a shower before turning in for the night with a good book. Stepping into the big shower, she let her get soaked with the warm water and soon she was relaxed and leaning against the cool tiles and closed her eyes.

It had been a tiring day at university and she had had to dash to the tailor afterwards in the pouring rain to pick up a dress she wanted to wear to a premiere in two days time and from then on, her day had turned infinitely sour. Just as she had boarded her small Morris Minor, the engine had died on her and she had to take the tube. Normally a small feat but with the huge box from the tailor and no umbrella it had been a gruesome experience. On her way back, she had also stopped by the grocery shop and of course Orli's favourite soy milk was out and so she had to make a detour to Sainsbury's to buy the milk. When she had returned home she had been wet to the bone, the box of her dress was slowly dissolving and she had been genuinely miffed to say the least.

Now it seemed that all her troubles seemed to be washed away into the sewer. Sighing contentedly, she tilted her head back and let the warm water pelt her skin. Suddenly she felt firm hands grab her hips and a hard, familiar body pressed itself against her back. She would have recognized that body anywhere.

"Orli ..." Megan whispered and smiled while she reached behind her to touch the wonderful skin of the man she loved.

"You seem surprised, love," Orlando chuckled beside her ear and let his chin rest on her right shoulder while his hands moved over her body to the front and gently cupped her breasts with them.

"I thought you wanted to come home tomorrow morning?" Megan's voice caught in her throat when Orlando started to rub and caress her breasts with one hand while the other moved tantalizingly slow over her tummy and further down to the small nest between her thighs.

"Could catch an earlier flight, Meggie," Orli breathed and ground his hips into her soft backside making them both moan. "I missed you so much, my love ..." he whispered while one hand caressed and squeezed her breast while his other hand slowly but surely aroused her. Megan moaned softly and reached her arms up to cradle Orli's head, her fingers curling into his locks.

Slipping his fingers expertly into her warm wet core, grinding himself into her backside they both moaned when the silky muscles inside her squeezed his fingers. It still amazed him that she reacted almost immediately to his touch and he loved it, loved her. Megan came with little whimpers, music to his ears as he ground into her soft backside again, making him almost reach his own climax.

"Missed me?" Orli asked, licking her earlobe while both his hands came to rest onto her breasts and crushing her whole body to his chest.

"Ye-es," Megan moaned into his mouth, when he kissed her deeply. Ending his ministrations, he turned her gently around for a deeper kiss. Megan closed her eyes as her hands roamed over the plains of his chest, her small hands finding her target without error and Orlando groaned loudly when she started to squeeze the whole length of him.

"Oh God, Megan," he grunted and his hands cupped her bottom as he lifted her up and rested her back against the smooth shower wall. He wanted her, now, but he restrained himself, waiting for the moment where he could plunge into her. Her legs came around his waist, drawing him nearer.

"I love you, Orli," Megan whispered, a soft smile curving her lips as she felt him shudder against her. "Welcome home!"

With this, Orlando plunged forward and deeply into her. After a few thrusts he knew he was close and biting into her neck not too gently, one hand slipped between their joined bodies and found her nub immediately. They both came and gasped when passionate shivers wrecked their bodies and they slumped back against the wall.

"I love you, Megan," Orlando panted softly.

They stood like this for long moments, Orli nibbling on her shoulder and the curve of her neck while Megan's tongue led a lazy trail around his earlobe, making him shudder. Holding her with one hand, he raised the other to his mouth and sucked his small finger, working the ring there off.

When Megan looked at him a bit confused, he wiggled his eyebrows at her and lifted her left hand off his shoulder. Kissing the knuckles, he started to lick her ring finger, then drawing it into his mouth while his tongue slipped the ring over the digit. Growing impatient when his tongue couldn't work it further down, Orli took out her finger and slipped the ring further down till it settled where it was supposed to be.

"Orli?" Megan asked in confusion when her gaze fell upon her ringed finger. Slowly, Orlando hugged her closer, both gasping when their still joined bodies sent shivers down their spines.

"Megan," Orli started and kissed her nose reassuringly, giving her a full-dimpled smile. "I know I should do this differently, with a nice dinner and roses and all. Not in the shower ... while ummm... but," he heaved a big sigh. "Will you marry me?"

Meg could feel her heart leaping into her throat and drumming wildly while her brain tried to register what he had just asked her. All she could do was stare at him open mouthed and she was sure she was drooling.

"Meg?" Orli asked in confusion, a hint of fear lacing his voice.

Wordlessly, Megan draw him nearer, her arms circling his neck as she kissed him deeply, sensuously and he breathed a sigh of relief into her warm yielding mouth.

"Yes, I would love to marry you, Orlando Bloom."

It was late at night, when Orlando woke up. But it wasn't a dream that had disturbed his night's sleep but a thunderstorm that was raging outside. He silently slipped out of the bed and crossed the few steps to the windowseat. Watching Megan as flashes of light illuminated her still form on the bed, he smiled gently.

Thinking about how lucky he was, he remembered the past year. They had moved in together after his sister had found this beautiful little house and together they had started to make it into their home. While Megan had insisted to have a windowseat and an actual working fireplace in their bed room which took up almost the complete second floor, he had put his foot down to have the bathroom reworked and had installed not only a tub that was big enough for two but also a floor to ceiling shower that was easily accessible as it was encased by glass doors. Megan had doubted his sanity when he had shown her the plans the architect had come up with but once it had been finished and they had christened the shower, she had to agree with his thinking.

The complete ground floor had been reworked as well, the extension at the back in the garden had been remodelled into a guestroom with en suite bathroom which had been put to good use by several hobbits and a wizard in the past year already. To have a bigger livingroom, a wintergarden that doubled up as dining room had been added to the kitchen in front. This house had been the first real home since he had started filming LOTR almost three years ago and the colouring as well as the furniture and decor very much reflected his and Megan's personality and tastes. They complimented each other and almost all rooms showed the colour yellow in all its facets, from a light pale yellow to the deep russets of an almost orangey sunset.

Turning his face to the raging thunderstorm outside, a loud crack of thunder let him flinch momentarily and when he heard soft stirrings from the bed he watched as Megan stretched lazily.

"Orli?" she asked softly and Orli replied with a soft, "Over here, love."

Seeing her smile the woman stood up, her slender body momentarily highlighted like a beautiful ivory statue in the light of a flash before she wrapped a sarong around her body. Moving over to him, Orlando reached out to untie the knot with which she had secured the wrap around. Drawing her closer, he drew her near so that she was kneeling on the windowseat between his propped up legs.

"Had a nightmare again?" Meg asked while she put soft kisses on his beloved face and Orlando shook his head.

"No, the thunderstorm woke me up and I have been watching you sleep ever since," he replied softly, nibbling on her shoulder while he worked the sarong off her body and turned her enough so that she would rest against his chest.

After she had settled herself, their hands entwined, Megan sighed contentedly.

"Do you want to tell me what the Elvish means?" she asked after a while and Orli buried his nose in her hair.

"What if I won't?" he asked with a chuckle.

"Then I can't marry you," Meg retorted and giggled when he hugged her closer in warning.

"You better marry me, Megan Schofield, or I will tell everyone what a lose, heartless woman you are the next time a journalist asks me about my love life," Orli said and tickled her ribs.

"Oh you would, wouldn't you?" Megan asked, and turning her head to look at him. "Oh well then I think I have to make an honest man out of you, right?"

"I expect nothing less, my love," Orli retorted. "You know my mum would hunt you down if you wouldn't, as well as the hobbits and a wizard..."

"Next you will be sending the ghost of Boromir after me, and Strider, too?" Meg asked and caressed the tattoo on the inside of his right arm.

"But of course," he grinned and hugged her close. "How about going to New Zealand and getting married there?"

"I would love that, and I know that Lij and Billy would love that too. They both complained that they hadn't have the time recently to do a good surf."

"But no surfing during the ceremony, those two would have the nerve to turn up with their boards and wet suits," Orli said, his voice barely containing laughter at the image. "So when will the wedding be, Mrs. soon to be Orlando Bloom?"

"Very soon!"

New Zealand, Wellington, two months later

Billy and Elijah watched the happy newly weds as they opened the first dance of the reception. Almost all the fellowship had it made it to the wedding, only John Rhys-Davies and Sean Astin missing. Christine was having their second child, and if they were correct she was already in labour as Sean had phoned right in the middle of the wedding ceremony to inform Billy that he was driving Christine to the hospital.

The call had elicited a roar of laughter and well wishes before the wedding could proceed but neither Orli nor Megan had minded, though Billy had to suffer some good-natured ribbing for not switching his cell phone off like the others had done. Now Billy was swaying gently to the music, beer in hand and grinning from ear to ear.

"Yae kno' I always knew the lass and the elf would make it," he said and grinned when Orli and Megan brushed past them, waltzing away.

"Well I wouldn't have bet on it, Billy," Lij commented. "Though I'm glad it turned out the way it did. Sometimes I really had the urge to bash their stubborn heads together. They are so right for each other that it is almost sickening."

"Aye, sick ... but inna good way," Billy grinned. "So this is the first bachelor of the fellowship getting married, what do yae think who gets married next?"

Elijah couldn't reply as bride and groom announced that the bouquet would be tossed. But both men got their answer when Billy out of reflex caught the bouquet and sheepishly held it up while his friends laughed.

THE END