Title: The Moose, the Tree, and the Irish Writer
Author: Sairalinde
Type: HET Fan Fic
Pairing: Viggo/OFC
Rating: R
Beta: Glorfindel
Disclaimer: This never happened…this is total fiction…Viggo is a real person but I
make no claims on him other than he is ready made for writing a romance story
about. Artist/Actor/Poet all that jazz perfect fodder for a romance story, saved me
a lot of time making up a character is all. The female character is a figment of my
deranged imagination from reading far too many cheesy romance novels.
Peripheral characters of Sean Bean and Orlando Bloom are also not mine
obviously and do NOT have a relationship as far as I know. This was written in
fun that's all. All other characters are fictitious.
Feedback: Yes please send to sairalinde@hornofgondor.com
Archiving: Yes but ask first please.
Summary/Notes:Viggo meets an Irish writer in a most unusual way. Love story.

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[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9] [Chapter 10] [Chapter 11] [Chapter 12]

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Chapter 2

She came out a few minutes later and Viggo introduced her.

Bob said, "Took a look at your Jeep before I came back. It's pretty bad, but I think Dave and I can fix it for you good as new...or at least pretty near to it."

"Thanks, here is my insurance card, they said they would cover it." She said
handing it to him.

"Ok, it may take a while though, we will probably have to order parts and things, and of course wait on the claim adjuster. You going to be staying here with Viggo?" Bob asked. Viggo looked a little shocked and then both men looked at Tabby.

"Uh...well I thought perhaps a hotel in town." She said looking at Viggo.

Bob laughed. "Never been here before have you, hon?"

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"There is no hotel in town, and the B&B is booked up through January. The next town with a hotel is three hours away in Pocatello." He said solemnly.

"Oh...well I uh...I don't want to impose on Viggo...is there not anywhere renting a house or a room around here?" She asked.

"Nope not this time of year, we get a lot of folks here in the fall and winter from places where there is no snow." Bob said shaking his head.

"You wouldn't be imposing, the house has two guest rooms, and you are welcome to stay here as long as you like, Tabby." Viggo said hoping he didn't sound desperate for her to stay. He hadn't thought about it before Bob mentioned it but he really did want Tabby to stay with him. If only for a week or two while her car
is being fixed.

"Well...I...What do you think Bob? You know Viggo obviously better than I do...do you think I am safe here...I only met him today." She said smiling.

Bob laughed and said "I have known him a little over a year now. Viggo is a little odd but I think he has had his shots…he's harmless."

Tabby laughed. "Alright, I guess I will need to get the rest of my things out of the Jeep then."

Viggo ran back into the house and grabbed his keys. "Come on I will drive you out to get them."

After they had transferred all of Tabby's bags from the wrecked Jeep to Viggo's Land Rover they headed back to the house.

"So do you want first or second floor?" Viggo asked.

"Which would you pick if you were me?" She asked.

He thought for a second and said "Second floor."

"Then second floor it is. By the way thank you." She said as she got out of the car.

Viggo just smiled and shook his head...how was he going to explain her to Sean when he arrives next week and is staying in his favorite room?

After he got Tabby settled into her room and she was unpacking he drove back out to see if Bob was making any progress with her Jeep.

"Man Viggo it's a wonder she didn't kill her pretty little self." Bob said shaking his head.

"She had her seat belt on and the air bag deployed...I am surprised it didn't hurt her though she is so small." Viggo admitted.

"Yeah, so you know who she is don't you?" Bob asked.

"What do you mean, she is a writer...of what I have no clue." Viggo answered wondering what Bob was getting at.

"She hasn't told you what she writes?" Bob asked.

"What aren't you telling me, Bob?" Viggo asked settling his hands on his hips and looking at the burly man in front of him.

"I recognized her from a photo I seen of her...lots actually. Then when you introduced her I knew. She is Kate's favorite author, Viggo. She writes them romance novels." Bob said shaking his head.

"Romance novels?" Viggo asked then he thought about what she said about "fluff" and felt bad. She was too embarrassed to tell him what she wrote.

"Yep I got a whole box of them in the truck that I was going to take by Meg's this afternoon for Kate. They buy them and then all the ladies in town read them and pass them around. I swear I spend more time delivering the damn things than they do reading them. Seems Kate can read one in a couple days." Bob complained.

"You ever read one?" Viggo asked.

"Lord no, but Kate tells me about them. The one's Tabby writes are pretty funny…Kate's always laughing as she reads them!" Bob said indignantly like it wouldn't be manly to read or something. Viggo nearly laughed.

"You want one so you can see what she writes about?" Bob asked waggling his eyebrows at Viggo.

Viggo finally did laugh then and said, "You're serious aren't you?"

"As a heart attack." Bob said pulling a rather large box out of the passenger side of the tow truck.

"Shit...she wrote all of those?" Viggo asked.

"No some of them are other authors but O'Shea is Kate's favorite and there are a lot of them. I have to admit I like her cover art a hell of a lot more than the others with half dressed men at least hers are always tasteful looking." Bob said rummaging through the box.

"Here it is...this one Kate and Sally have both read about a dozen times I think...damn thing is nearly falling apart. Here ya' go." Bob said handing it to Viggo.

Viggo turned it over in his hands, the cover was a bit faded and had horses on it. Hmm, horses, the title was "Untamed Heart" not a bad title for that kind of book, then he flipped it to the back cover where a photo of Tabby was smiling back at him. Oh she looked lovely in a pretty white lace dress and all those coppery curls everywhere.

"That's why I recognized her, Kate forever has these things in her face and all I see is that photo smiling at me. Though Viggo I have to say ever since Kate started reading those things...well uh...well..." He stammered and Viggo smiled at him and then laughed.

"Love life got better huh?" Viggo said laughing.

"In a major way...every time she reads one of those books I can't wait for the weekends when the kids go to grandma's." Bob said smiling.

Viggo grinned. "Hey Bob...make sure you take your time fixing her Jeep."

Bob cracked up laughing and just shook his head.

Viggo stuck the book in his waistband of his jeans and pulled his sweatshirt down over it. He would give it a read later when Tabby wasn't around...see just what kind of "fluff" was floating around in that pretty head of hers. The more he thought about her the more intrigued he was and the more he wanted her. He had felt the physical pull toward her since he first saw her in the Jeep.

Those eyes, one look and his world went completely off its axis. He wanted time to explore these feelings he was having. He wasn't sure if it was purely physical...but he knew he wanted her from the moment he met her. Then again he hadn't had sex in a really, really long time...could be that too.

Once he returned to the house Viggo ran up the steps two at a time. "Tabby!" he called but got no answer.

Then he got to her room the door was open and she was lying on the bed, she had taken a shower and her hair was wrapped up in a towel. She had a blue bathrobe on and was just lying there across the center of the bed.

"Tabby?" Viggo crossed the room to the bed and stood beside it looking down at her. Her eyes fluttered open and her cheeks turned pink.

"Oh I am sorry...I fell asleep." She said trying to sit up. "Ugh I am starting to feel that tree now."

Viggo helped her sit up and squatted down beside the bed so he was eye level with her.

"Do you have a headache or anything?" Viggo asked concerned.

"Nope, just sore all over like I worked out too much or something." She said rolling her head side to side.

"Why don't you just lay back and get some rest...I will wake you before dinner how's that sound?" Viggo asked rubbing the back of her hand with his thumb.

She smiled at him.

"Ok."

He laid her back on the bed and pulled the quilt over her. She looked so lovely lying there. She was so tiny she almost looked like a little girl. Then he remembered a bit of Gaelic he had picked up over the years and said, "Codladh sámh." (Sleep well.)

Viggo left the room and closed the door softly behind him...then he grabbed the book out of his waistband and settled down into a chair. He had planned to paint and take photos today but plans were meant to be changed; just like rules were made to be broken right?

The book that Bob had given him had been a collection of three short stories all of which had horses as main themes. He had read two of them before two o'clock in the afternoon. She was a good writer with a great sense of humor and good Lord her sex scenes in the book had him hard and sifting in his seat as he read them. No wonder Bob's sex life had perked up when Kate began reading these. Even
without the sex and romance though it was damn good writing, not fluff. One of the stories was a murder mystery and kept Viggo guessing until the end, that doesn't happen to him often.

The other was a bit more obvious, and was more or less just a love story but was well written and had just enough angst to make it all the more interesting.

He definitely loved the way her mind worked. He heard her stirring around her room and put the book inside the chest on his desk. He didn't want her to know he knew, he wanted her to trust him enough to tell him what kind of writer she was without worrying he would judge her. He had looked inside the book and saw a list of her books there were over twenty of them and of those fifteen had spent
more than a few weeks on the New York Times Best Seller List. The one he had started reading had spent 22 weeks at number one. He was quite impressed...why should she be embarrassed about it?

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