Orlando Bloom

The Knight and The Butterfly 3/?

Title: The Knight and The Butterfly 3/?
Author: Patricia M. Kellogg
Fandom: Real people: Orlando Bloom 
Claim: RP: Orlando Bloom 
Pairing: OB, OFC 
Word Count: 631
Rating: G right now 
Beta'd: None for this chapter
General information and disclaimer: This is actually the first fic I wrote. I got another one up before I got this one posted. 
Author’s note: Don’t own OB but a girl can dream, right? Thanks to cdaqtcherry and artemisiii for getting me back on this fic!!!
Summary: Trisha has an unexpected surprise waiting for her, but she never thought that her on-line friend was who he really was.


 

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Previously....


 

She rounded the corner and went to the master suite at the end of the hall and abruptly went inside. “Trisha, wake up! Wake up now!” Michelle bounced on the bed like a kid on Christmas morning, trying to wake up her parents. 

Irritated, Trisha rolled over and moaned,”Leave me alone! I’m having a good dream!” Michelle talked as she pulled the dark blue sheets and chocolate brown comforter off the bed, “I would suggest that you get your butt out of bed and get dressed. There is a surprise for you in the kitchen and you need to look nice. It’s probably a lot better than your dream.” She tried not to let on what was going on, but tried to express that it was important. 

“Right, because trying to look pretty is number one priority when I get interrupted while having probably the best dream ever!” Trisha replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. 

“Just hurry. He’s been waiting.” Michelle said as she closed the door behind her and went back to keep her daughter’s guest entertained. 

“He?” Frustrated, she started getting ready. She was in and out of the shower in a flash. Who in the world could he be?

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After she got out of the shower, she ran to her closet to find something to wear. After a few minutes, she decided on a baby pink three-quarter length sleeve sweater with a lavender camisole and dark blue jeans. She laid the outfit on her bed and went to the bathroom to fix her hair. Not knowing what to do with it, she just straighten it and parted it on the side where a small piece could fall in her face. Once she finished her hair and putting her contacts in, she went back to her room to finish the ensemble. After adding her simple sliver Candie's butterfly necklace, her matching butterfly earrings, a couple of thin bangles, and her lavender Converse, she put on some eyeliner, mascara and some lip gloss, she declared herself ready.


 

She quietly opened her bed room door and shut it behind her. She went down the hall and peeked around the corner. She could clearly see and hear her mom and her mystery guest, but they could not see her. Yet, all she could see of her mystery guest was the back of his head. She knew that the dark curly hair look familiar but she just couldn't put her finger on it. She noticed he had an British accent. While trying to figure out who he was, she had taken a step forward and was now visible to her mother.


 

There you are.” Michelle stated, causing the man that was sitting across from her to turn in his chair to see her. “Hi, Trisha. How are you?” He stated simply.


 

Trisha was speechless. She couldn't get her mouth to work. Not only that she was speechless, she was getting light headed from seeing her celebrity crush sitting in her kitchen. “ O..Orlando?” was all she could get out before she fainted.


 

Both Orlando and Michelle rushed over to see if she was okay. He got on his knees and put her head in his lap. After a few moments, Trisha started to come around. She was a little disoriented when she first woke up. As her vision cleared, she noticed who held her head. It was Orlando Bloom, and with the morning sun shining in the window, he had that golden glow around his head. “Trisha, are you okay?” he quietly said with a genuine look of concern on his face.


 

Umm, yeah.” she replied as she tried to sit up. He put his hand in the middle of her back to guide her up. Once Michelle and Orlando had got her to the kitchen and drinking a cup of warm tea, Trisha finally got the nerve to speak,”What are you doing here? I thought you were shooting in the Caribbean? Wait! How do you know my name and why are you here?”


 

Okay, let me see if I can tackle all of your questions. First, I came to surprise you and I guess I did. Yes, I am shooting in the Caribbean but we all got evacuated because of some bad weather and Gore gave us two weeks off so the storm can blow over and so they can get some other things done. And lastly does 'Britknight' ring any bells?”


 

Oh, my, god! That was you?” She asked, wide eyed. “Yes, that was me, butterflyprincess.” He smiled.


 

Well, I think that I'll leave you two alone to talk. Trisha,” Michelle stopped and kissed the top of her head,” Please be more careful. I'll talk to you later. Bye, Orlando. It was very nice to meet you.” With that, she grabbed her overnight bag and her purse and walked out the front door, leaving them sitting at her kitchen table, just staring at one another.

 
Orlando Bloom

Concerning My Camp Rock Fic

Hey Guys, 

For those of you who read  my Camp Rock Fic, Camp Rock: Behind the Scenes and Beyond, It will no longer be posted here! However, it will be posted on my new Jonas Brothers Themed Journal!!!

My screen name for it is jbcupcakeswirl

I have also started a community for all of my friends who write Jonas Brothers and Camp Rock fan Fiction

It's called jobro_journal

I just started both of these, right now there are only 2 stories on there now, My fic and my friend cdaqtcherry 's fic, Different! Her story is really good!!!!!!

So, I'll see ya on the flip side!!!

Much Love,
OBsGirl1984
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The Knight and The Butterfly 2/?

Ok here's chapter 2 Still looking for comments

Title: The Knight and The Butterfly 2/?
Author: Patricia M. Kellogg
Fandom: Real people: Orlando Bloom
Claim: RP: Orlando Bloom
Pairing: OB, OFC
Word Count: 502
Rating: G right now
Betad: luna_dea_82
General information and disclaimer: This is actually the first fic I wrote. I got another one up before I got this one posted.
Author’s note: Don’t own OB but a girl can dream, right?
Summary: Trisha has an unexpected surprise waiting for her, but she never thought that her online friend was who he really was.


Chapter 2

Recap

After a moment or two, a realization hit her. “Oh, my God! It’s you!”
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A/N: Still in an omniscient POV 

As he went to open his mouth to respond, she started a little panicked,” You’re not who I think you are?”

He let out a sigh of relief that Michelle wasn’t screaming. “Yes, that would be me.” He stuck out his hand to show a gesture that he was a normal guy underneath all of the celebrity. Michelle took his hand and he gave a firm, but gentle shake. This helped her to calm down.

He sat waiting for her to respond, and after a moment, she acted as if it never happened, and she didn’t freak out when she found out who he was. “Well, it’s very nice to meet you. Would you like a cup of coffee or hot tea? Trisha doesn’t coffee, but she keeps plenty on hand for when she has guests. Plus, she keeps many different kinds of tea stocked. She’s more of a tea person.”

“I would love a cup of tea,” he said as he gave Michelle one of his famous soft smiles.

“Well let’s head to the kitchen and get some water brewing.”

After sitting and talking for a while, Michelle realized something. “Oh, my gosh. Here I am running my mouth and I’m not the one you came to see.”

“Oh, that’s all right. I have enjoyed the time we have spent together. I can see where Trisha gets her sweet spirit,” he replied.

“Well,” Michelle blushed as she started to rise from her seat at the small kitchen table. He quickly got to his feet to help her with her chair. “Oh, now there’s a thing we don’t see very much any more, a man with genuine manners.” After he thanked her, Michelle started to head out of the room, “I’ll be right back. I’m going to wake up Lazybones.”

She rounded the corner and went to the master suite at the end of the hall and abruptly went inside. “Trisha, wake up! Wake up now!” Michelle bounced on the bed like a kid on Christmas morning, trying to wake up her parents.

Irritated, Trisha rolled over and moaned,”Leave me alone! I’m having a good dream!”

Michelle talked as she pulled the dark blue sheets and chocolate brown comforter off the bed, “I would suggest that you get your butt out of bed and get dressed. There is a surprise for you in the kitchen and you need to look nice. It’s probably a lot better than your dream.” She tried not to let on what was going on, but tried to express that it was important.

“Right, because trying to look pretty is number one priority when I get interrupted while having probably the best dream ever!” Trisha replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Just hurry. He’s been waiting.” Michelle said as she closed the door behind her and went back to keep her daughter’s guest entertained.

“He?” Frustrated, she started getting ready. She was in and out of the shower in a flash. Who in the world could he be?
Orlando Bloom

The Knight and The Butterfly 1/?

Ok here we go Chapter one

Title: The Knight and The Butterfly 1/?
Author: Patricia M. Kellogg
Fandom: Real people: Orlando Bloom
Claim: RP: Orlando Bloom
Pairing: OB, OFC
Prompt:
Word Count: 469
Rating: G right now
Betad: luna_dea_82
General information and disclaimer: This is actually the first fic I wrote. I got another one up before I got this one posted. Don’t own OB but a girl can dream, right?
Summary: Trisha has an unexpected surprise waiting for her, but she never thought that her online friend was who he really was.


It was the day after Thanksgiving when he arrived. He had caught an early flight into the Atlanta airport and he had rented a car to drive to her house.

After an hour and a half, he pulled into her driveway. He was confused, as she said she lived alone and there was two cars already in her drive way. “That’s got to be her car,” he said, “She loves green.” So, he’d parked behind the light green Prius.

As he came up the walkway to her front door, he noticed a recurring theme in her front lawn decorations. She had a pastel butterfly chime at the opening of her front porch, a butterfly flag hanging by the door, and butterfly lawn ornaments spaced tastefully around the yard. “You can tell she lives here,” he said.

He rang the doorbell. At the door, a small woman in her mid forties answered. She was pleasantly plump, but still maintained her hourglass figure. She had shoulder length brunette hair with blond highlights that flipped out naturally at the ends. “Yes? Can I help you?” She looked at him with an inquisitive face.

“Hi! I’m looking for the lady who lives here.” He responded.

“Oh, you must be a friend of Trisha’s, come on in! She’s still sleeping. Up late last night, making sure everything was cleaned up from the festivities.” The lady replied.

Her name is Trisha. Must be short for Patricia, noblewoman, It’s beautiful.

“Oh, forgive me!” the lady said abruptly. “I haven’t introduced myself. I’m Michelle. I’m Trisha’s mom.”

“Her mom!” he responded with a bit of shock in his voice, but he recovered himself as he calmly continued,”Well, I thought you might have been her sister, but, it is an honor and a privilege to meet the mother who brought up such a wonderful woman,” he said being genuinely honest. This made Michelle blush.

“Oh, stop that. You’re just playing with me.”

“Oh, no,” he replied.” She is the most amazing woman I have ever met. Well, I take that back we really haven’t met in person before. We met online about six months ago.”

“Oh!” This revelation freaked Michelle out a bit. She didn’t think that that was the best way to find people.

He could see that she was very unsettled about the ’we met online’ comment. So, he tried to reassure her that he was no threat to her little girl. “Look, I promise you I am not a stalker and wouldn’t even dream of hurting one hair on her head.”

From the look in his eyes, she could tell that he really meant that he would never want to and would try to prevent any harm from coming to Trisha. After a moment or two, a realization hit her. “Oh, my God! It’s you!”
Orlando Bloom

The Knight and The Butterfly Pro/?

Big props to luna_dea_82 for helping me with this


Title: The Knight and The Butterfly Pro/?
Author: Patricia M. Kellogg
Fandom: Real people: Orlando Bloom
Claim: RP: Orlando Bloom
Pairing: OB, OFC
Prompt:
Word Count: 445
Rating: G right now
Betad: luna_dea_82
General information and disclaimer: This is actually the first fic I wrote. I got another one up before I got this one posted. Don’t own OB but a girl can dream, right?
Summary: Trisha has an unexpected surprise waiting for her, but she never thought that her online friend was who he really was.

Prologue 

A/N: In Trisha's POV

I signed into my favorite movie site to see what movie I would go see this weekend. As I moved around the site, I noticed that the chat group that I was a part of was about start. I signed in the chat room double quick because today’s topic was one of my favorites.

“Ok. Today, we are going to talk about ‘Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers’.” the moderator said as he open the floor for discussion.

I jumped right in. “I loved this movie, not only was it a great adaptation of the book, it is almost like the director got into my head and pulled out what I visualized when I read the book.”

“What about individual characters and the actors who portrayed them? Does anyone have a favorite and why?” a new person to the group called Britknight replied. I was surprised when this new person just jumped right in and was asking questions. He sounds really cool. So, I jumped on the chance to make known that I absolutely loved a certain elf’s performance. “Orlando Bloom as Legolas was brilliant on Peter Jackson’s part. He brought exactly what was needed for that part. The grace and elegance, smooth and fluid movements, making everything look effortless. Bravo!”

“Wow” was the short and simple response from Britknight. “I have never heard anyone say that about him before.”

I was shocked by his response. “Really? Thanks. I can’t help it. I am an LOTR Fan. I have read the whole trilogy and own the theatrical and extended versions of the movies, which I have seen multiple times.”

“Me, too” replied Britknight.

“But, I didn’t go overboard like some people. I don’t own action figures, or any of the other stuff. I think besides the DVD’s I bought a poster that has all the characters on it.”

“Neat. Well, I have to run. I would like to chat with you again, butterflyprincess. When are you available to chat again?”

Well, he was very forward about that, but, I would like to get to know him a little better. “Well, I am online every day for at least 3 hours, usually starting at 12 noon EST.”

“Quick question, if you don’t mind me asking, where do you reside?”

Surprised that he was asking such a personal question, I decided to make my answer vague, didn’t know who he was just yet, “I live on the east coast of the US, but that all I am giving up for now.”

“How about Thursday?”

Wow! He really must like me. “Sounds great. See you then. Bye!”
Orlando Bloom

Her Birthday Suprise - OB/OFC

Hey I wrote this fic a couple months back and it is my first fic.
So please read and comment please. I need to know if I am doing good and where do I need to improve.

Her Birthday Surprise
By Patricia Kellogg


One chilly morning in October, he came early to her house to
surprise her with breakfast. He slipped into her front door without
making a sound. It didn't surprise him to find her still sleeping
soundly. He loved to watch her sleep. She reminded him of an angel,
glimmering and peaceful. He gently bent over her, pulled a strand of
hair out of her face, and kissed her forehead. He left her there to
go prepare breakfast.

After changing into clothes to cook in, because he knew that he
couldn't make it through cooking one meal without getting it all over
his clothes, he swiftly and quietly got to work on making her
favorite breakfast.

About one hour after he arrived, she slowly started to arouse to
the smells of her favorite coffee, caramel mocha, smoky bacon, fried
eggs, freshly squeezed orange juice, and freshly baked biscuits. She
opened her clear, bright blue eyes as the sun shimmered through the
taupe blinds. She quietly lifted the crimson red down feather
comforter and matching top sheet and tiptoed across her bedroom and
cracked the door open. When she peeked out the door, she sight that
she saw took her breath away. He was working tirelessly just to make
her her favorite breakfast in bed.

"I must be the luckiest woman in the world" she thought. She
could see the absolute love in his chocolate brown eyes. She saw him
starting to put the final touches on the tray.

"Okay. All set. Now, time to go change and then," he turned and
spoke to the tray, "you are going to the most beautiful woman in the
world." He turned and headed for the guest bathroom to change back
into the outfit he had worn earlier.

While he was changing, she stared in awe of what she had just
seen. Lost in her own little world, until she heard the guest
bathroom door come open. Suddenly jerked back to reality, she shut
the door and jumped back into her bed. She was so excited. She did her
best to pretend to be asleep.

After returning to the kitchen in the black sweater that she
bought for him, his favorite pair of blue jeans, and a pair of simple
black dress shoes, he quickly turned back around to go back to the
guest bathroom. He had forgot to do a few things while he was there
before. He put on a couple of quick sprays of his favorite cologne,
made sure that his mahogany brown curls weren't flying everywhere,
and made sure that the newest charm on his necklace could easily be
seen. It was a small silver butterfly charm that she had just bought
him last week. He knew it wasn't the most manly charm she could have
bought him, but she picked it because butterflies are her favorite
and she wanted him to have a small token to keep with him to remind
him of her. He told her that he didn't need anything to remind him
of her because she was always on his mind. He kissed the charm
before he laid it back down on his chest. Before he left the guest
bathroom the second time, he double checked his face to make sure
that there wasn't anything on it.

He returned to the kitchen to get the tray and head for her
room. He knocked on the door this time. She pretended to stretch
and yawn. He opened the door and said "Surprise! Happy birthday,
Love!" She smiled from ear to ear.

"Mmmm. Is all that for me?" She asked.

Putting on the most innocent looking face, he said, "Well, I was
hoping we could share. It is an awful lot of food." She giggled at
the face he made. He sat the tray down over her lap as she sat up in
her bed. They spent the next half of an hour feeding each other and
talking about the last few days because he had been out of town. "I
brought presents!" he said as he ran out of the room and back just a
quickly with 4 big gift bags.

"Honey, you really didn't have to," she said in a soft and sweet
voice, "but, I'm really happy that you did." As she opened each
gift, he told her the story of how and why he selected each
purchase. When she was done oohing and aahing over gifts, she
pulled him close to her and whispered, "This has been the best
birthday morning ever. Thank you." Then she kissed him.
Orlando Bloom

Writer's Block: Happy Halloween!

Well, this is probably the most boring waay to spend halloween. I was at work for 11 and a hlf hours working on a inventory count on makeup, lots of little pieces. not only that I stirred up a lot of dust and my sinuses haven't benmn the same since. But I did get to dress up for Halloween. I dressed as my favorite wrestler, John Cena!!!!
Orlando Bloom

What Do You Have To Say? - Extreme Sports: I'll Be On The Sidelines

Which extreme sport do you love watching but think it's too dangerous to try?
I absolutely love Professional wrestlinng.
Probably the closest I would get is being a manager or ring announcer or time keeper or Color commentator. I would love to be in and around the ring but not in action.