Orlando didn't really know why he was punishing himself like this, but he was. And as he stepped into the red carpet right behind the cast of the film he found himself muttering under his breath and maybe they weren't the nicest things to say but he couldn't help himself because it was somewhat annoying he'd been passed up for one of the best movie rolls of the decade for someone who was nothing but a git.
It was okay though, he could handle it. He could be a consummate fucking professional as it was required for another movie he'd been given the opportunity at and his agent kept telling him the best possible thing he could do was get his name out there and this was the biggest premiere of the season so here he was. And if it was a movie he'd gotten passed up for then that was okay, because he was a proessional and he wouldn't throw a hissy fit because people were talking about how it could be the big break for all the young actors involved and one of the highest grossing movies of the year.
"You can do this Bloom, it's okay," he murmured, dragging his fingers through his hair and sighing softly as he walked further down the red carpet, getting notice only from some lower end reporters who were just mesmerized by any pretty face that walked on by.
He bumped into someone and turned, looking into the bluest eyes he'd ever seen in his life. "I'm so sorry," he said, although the words felt heavy on his tongue and he didn't even know if the words had even managed to leave his lips at a volume humans could hear properly.
"It's fine," the younger blue-eyed man responded and it took Orlando a moment to realize who he had just bumped into. "Elijah Wood," he held out his hand to Orlando.
"Orlando Bloom," he held out his hand and shook Elijah's. "It's very nice to meet you," he said in the politest tone he could manage.
"Why does that name sound familiar?" Elijah asked, rhetorically as tough he were talking to himself and not Orlando. "Oh," his voice was almost disappointed as realization dawned in his eyes. "Oh you're the one who..."
It was okay though, he could handle it. He could be a consummate fucking professional as it was required for another movie he'd been given the opportunity at and his agent kept telling him the best possible thing he could do was get his name out there and this was the biggest premiere of the season so here he was. And if it was a movie he'd gotten passed up for then that was okay, because he was a proessional and he wouldn't throw a hissy fit because people were talking about how it could be the big break for all the young actors involved and one of the highest grossing movies of the year.
"You can do this Bloom, it's okay," he murmured, dragging his fingers through his hair and sighing softly as he walked further down the red carpet, getting notice only from some lower end reporters who were just mesmerized by any pretty face that walked on by.
He bumped into someone and turned, looking into the bluest eyes he'd ever seen in his life. "I'm so sorry," he said, although the words felt heavy on his tongue and he didn't even know if the words had even managed to leave his lips at a volume humans could hear properly.
"It's fine," the younger blue-eyed man responded and it took Orlando a moment to realize who he had just bumped into. "Elijah Wood," he held out his hand to Orlando.
"Orlando Bloom," he held out his hand and shook Elijah's. "It's very nice to meet you," he said in the politest tone he could manage.
"Why does that name sound familiar?" Elijah asked, rhetorically as tough he were talking to himself and not Orlando. "Oh," his voice was almost disappointed as realization dawned in his eyes. "Oh you're the one who..."
