The Silver Rings | PG-13

[Miss Knightley]

Disclaimer: I do not know or own Keira Knightley or any other celebrity mentioned in this story. Just as I, as sad as it is to admit, do not own Orlando Bloom.

Rating: PG - 13 (for sexual situations and language)

Author's Note: Heh, it's been a few months since I finished my novel and I haven't wwritten creatively for a long time. This may suck at first, just bear with me until I get my groove back.

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Orlando sank onto the small bench in his trailer that had been labeled as his bed. It had been one of the longest days of filming he could remember and he wanted nothing more than to close his eyes and sink into a coma until he was forced back to the world of the conscious. Just as the darkness invaded his mind making his thoughts cloudy, the phone right beside his bed gave our a harsh cry, making Orlando jump and nearly fall to the ground in shock.

“I will sodding kill whoever this is…” he mumbled, reaching for the receiver as it rang again. “Hello?” There was nothing on the other end and he bit back the urge to curse out whoever was on the other end. “Ha Ha bloody ha, yes well done. I’m awake now. Who is this? Mike?”

“Orlando…”

His stomach dropped and he thought he might throw up for a minute. The voice on the other end was weak and shaken. Though she said only his name, he could almost see her in his mind, thousands of miles away though she may be. “Keira?”

“Orlando, I…” There was a soft gasp as she sucked in a sob. “He’s in here with me.”

“Who? Keira, who’s in there with you?” He stood up and peeked out the Venetian blinds of his trailer for some reason. “Are you hurt?” This was not the girl he had worked with years before and been best mates with ever since. She was never this weak, this vulnerable, even in front of him. “Keira, talk to me.”

“He’s evil,” she continued in the same shaken voice. It sounded like she was crying, or had been not long ago. “He’s behind the closet door and he keeps knocking.” This time there was an audible hiccup and he knew for certain she was crying. “I wish it was morning already.”

“I’m coming out there.” It was more of a statement than an offer. He grabbed a duffle bag and threw in clothes without even looking at what he was packing. “I’ll be on the next flight. I told you that even on that ruddy island you wouldn‘t get away from those people.”

“What?” It seemed to snap her out of whatever stupor she was in. “No…no stay. I’ll be fine in the morning.” She was struggling to find the right things to calm him now and he knew that. She even gave a small laugh. “I felt him this morning when I making the bed. I should have known then to get out.”

“Is this the ghost you’ve been trying to tell me about?” He stopped packing. Of all the brilliant people he knew, Keira was one of the most intelligent. Sometimes, however, she wasn’t the smartest. He sat back down on his bed with a sigh. “How many times do I have to tell you that there are no such things as ghosts?”

She was silent for a long moment. When she finally spoke she sounded far away. “The latch just moved.” There was no panic or excitement in her tone, and before Orlando knew what was going on he heard her drop the phone.

“Keira? Keira!” He jerked the phone from his ear as her scream came through to deafen him. “KEIRA!” There was a soft click as the line went dead, and Orlando stood in his trailer, alone and suddenly very afraid.

[venus567]

wow that was a great start! I adore your banner, it totally goes along with the story! Hey what is your novel about and what have you named it? ;D

[Reens]

So far so good. You've been such an inspiration to so many people Di, I don't think you have to worry about being rusty. Some people just have a knack of writing. You are definately one of them.

Update Update Update

[Miss Knightley]

Oh, go on!


Something about the air on the island was different. It was cleaner, more brisk even in the middle of the warm summer months. That was probably one of the reasons so many famous names were attached to it. The Hillfigers had a house up on Curry Road, Senator John Kerry, who ran fro president of the United States and his wife, Theresa Heinz, heiress to the Heinz catsup fortune had a house just down the road from the Hillfiger home. Even Mr. Rogers had a little house here when he was alive. Orlando had no idea who Mr. Rogers was and neither did Keira. She openly admitted it but said that it added to the charm.

“Mr. Rogers?” asked Alan, the man who was giving the two a tour of the seventeen mile long island. “He did a children’s show for thirty or so years here in the states. He lived I The Crooked House out in Madaket. I can show you that next if you like.” Keira squealed like a child and eagerly agreed while Orlando gave a polite smile and a nod.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like Nantucket, quite the opposite really. It was only accessible by ferry or plane, the streets near the harbor and main street were cobbled, houses with their gray cedar shingles made him feel as though he had gone back in time. It was peaceful and lovely, but it was also unnerving to be so far away from the main land. What bothered him most was that Keira wanted to live there year round, in an area of the island that was scarcely populated in the cold winter months.

“I love how all the houses are named,” Keira enthused, craning her neck to get a better look out the window. “Look, that one is called The Eelskin Inn. And that’s Skydance Way. Isn’t that clever?”

As any good lapdog, Orlando nodded and smiled when he knew he was supposed to. On the ten minute plane ride over from Cape Cod, Massachusetts he had made his feelings on the matter very clear. The very idea of her living on an island, alone in an old house made him feel claustrophobic.

“Now we’ll go on down to ‘Sconset and take a look at your new home,” Alan announced. The dirt roads they were on at the moment were dimpled with crater-like holes filled with rain water, and Orlando almost felt like he was out on the waves as they bumped along.

“What about paparazzi?” he asked when they were on paved ground again. Keira glared at him but he ignored her.

“You’ll get a little of it from time to time,” Alan admitted, “but it’s really a rare thing. We’re almost like sacred space out here that they know not to invade. I think the most you’ll have to worry about is people passing you on the street. But once they get to know you, once you’ve been here long enough you’ll be one of us. People will leave you alone.”

Orlando should have expected the broad grin Keira threw his way. “Happy now?”

“Not nearly,” he mumbled, and either she didn’t hear him or she simply refused to acknowledge him.

“Over forty percent of the island is owned by the conservation,” Alan began, and Orlando sat back in his seat. He crossed his arms and turned his pouty gaze out the window.

[Reens]

Is this a flashback?

Interesting character development here. So they are good enough friends to be asking eachother of estate advice. Something tell me this new character "Alan" will have a bigger part in the later chapters.

*gives di a hershey's kiss* Now can I have another update please?

[venus567]

great update! ;D diito, please update soon! ;D

[*Syd*]

fab start cant wait for more (*hint hint*)

[Araminta Ditch]

Di, you wouldn't happen to know about a small island not far from Nantucket called Martha's Vineyard, would you?

I live there in the summers. My cottage is called the Purple Angel.

Fab Fab Fab Fab FAB beginning.

[Loreley]

I read so many books these last few months, yet nothing could satisfy my everlasting need for your brilliance. I *adore* the banner, and the story is just... gorgeous. Very, *very* captivating. *waits impatiently for an update*

[Miss Knightley]

Have I ever told you girls how much I love you? Nothing makes me want to keep writing more than your loverly comments.

Reens, yeah I didn't explain that too well. I'm actually going waaay back. The part in the beginning was just to get everyone hooked. And Alan is actually a real guy. he's the friend we go stay with when we go out there. You'll be hearing from him a lot. *insert evil grin*

Venus, I never answered you about my novel and I am so sorry! Bad Di! Anyway, it's fantasy and it's uber long and actually posted on my website. ( www.freewebs.com/dragonfeathers ) It's under Silverstar.

Ash, I know of it but I've not been there. Maybe I'll swim over this summer!

Butterfly I replied to you in my blog, by the way. I actually HATE the banner, so thank you. More will be updated soon, I promise!

[venus567]

I've read the first two chapters! IT'S fantastic!

[Miss Knightley]

Thank you, darling!


The Sea Star house was old, he could tell by how dark the shingles were. But it was beautiful, too. Orlando couldn’t argue there. It was one of the few “upside down” houses on the island with three bedrooms, a bathroom and a study on the first floor. The second floor held a spacious living room, another bathroom and a cook’s kitchen. On the second floor there were windows everywhere you looked, and they were surrounded on three sides of the house by a huge wrap around porch.

“If you look over here,” Alan told Keira, “you’ll see Sconset beach.” Keira pressed open hands to the glass like an eager child looking into a candy store and Alan smiled. “That beach is the first US owned soil the sun touches each morning.”

“It’s beautiful,” Keira breathed. “Oh my goodness, I’m in love already. Turning to see Orlando’s opinion, she found him standing in the middle of the living room, silent and with his back to her. His arms were folded over his chest and she fought the urge to frown. “What do you think, Orlando?”

He took forever to turn around and when he did, his expression was hard to read. “It really is very peaceful.” It was hard for him to admit, but it was the truth. The ocean surrounded two thirds of the Sea Star and the little village of Siasconset served as a nice backdrop. It actually reminded him of some of the villages back home.

Just by looking at her, Orlando could see how excited Keira was about the house. It was hard not to feel it himself, her emotions were always so contagious to him like that. He turned to Alan and gave him a polite smile. “Would you give us just a moment?”

“Of course,” Alan replied without hesitation. “I have some papers in the car I needed to get for you anyway. Excuse me.”

Keira clasped her hands together and waited until Alan was gone before turning into a spoiled child. “Orlando, please tell me you love it as much as I do. You know I’ll sell it if you think I should but think of how sad I’ll be?”

He smirked and walked away from her. As he paced to the few windows that looked out on Siasconset, he chewed on his lip. “There are so many little houses down there, but I can only find a handful of cars.”

“This is a good thing,” Keira eagerly pointed out.

“You know it’s going to be horrid here in the summer, don’t you?”

“But not as horrid as it would be if I lived closer to Main Street or the wharf. Besides,” she cried, moving beside him to pout, “Summer is still eight months away! By then I should be acclimated to things here and hopefully everything back home will have calmed down enough so that I can go back there if I need to…”

The last bit of her argument sapped the excitement from her, making her look almost depressed. Orlando wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head, those old feelings of brotherly protectiveness coming back. “Do you love it?” he asked gently. He already knew the answer but her still had to ask.

“Yes,” was her muffled reply. He laughed and loosened his hold on her. “Yes,” she responded more clearly. “I love it.”

“…then it has my stamp of approval.”

“Really?” She could hardly dare to believe him.

“Yes, really.”

“Oh, I love you!” She squished his face in between her hands and gave him an excited loud kiss before running out onto the porch. Alan was standing by his car and Keira leaned over the railing. “He’s convinced!”

Alan looked up and laughed. “Well then, let me come up and give you the keys to your new house, Miss Knightley.” She let out a child-like whoop for joy and disappeared back inside.

[venus567]

great update! ;D

[LovingLass]

OMG, I love this story! ;D

[Reens]

Brotherly love? YUCKITY... can they be distant cousins so there is atleast some room left for a romantic liason? Please? *begs*

[missendicott]

Keira.Orlando.1 house.The 2 together. Need I say more?

[OrliKeiraluva]

Ooooo interesting! Lovin it sweets!

[Rainbow]

omg your opening was fantastic. I am very hooked. What's she hiding from, running from... Oooh I can't wait to read more of this. The suspense!

Wow everyone's writing more Orli/Keira stories, it's so great.

ETA: For typos :rolleyes

[Reens]

Yes, everyone but YOU!

Lets see some of that magic you weave missy (of course if your uni schedule permits)

Di, can we get another update please. I am getting antsy.

[Miss Knightley]

Thank you for being patient with me! Here's a small update.


Her trainers hit the cracked pavement to a fast beat, the same beat the was drumming in her ears from the Ipod attached to her wrist. It was early, just a little after six in the morning. The sun was already up and Keira had been too tried to watch it rise. For her first month living on the island she had woken early every morning to watch the golden rays peaking over the ocean waves. Well into her second month there now, she was kind of over watching the sunrise every morning. She liked to sleep.

She was awake now, though. Running in the morning had become habitual to her, as was a stop at Sconset beach to meet with a few friends she had made after. They were fond of morning exercise and chats, too.

She used to stop in at the only little market that Siasconset had for coffee every morning but since it was now so late in the year, it was closed. Not enough people lived on that side of the island to keep it open all year. Keira was prepared, though. Before her run she had dropped off a thermos at the beach and it was still waiting for her when she got there.

Taking the thermos with her, Keira made her way down the white sandy beach. She sat on the crest of the incline where the sand started going down into the ocean, well away from the cold water. She was the first one there. She always was. They always waited for Keira to arrive before showing themselves. She took the time to examine her nails and grimaced. They were in sad shape from being bitten and chewed on. Another one of Keira’s new habits.

There was a splash in the water as something sleek and black tried to surf over a wave. Keira looked mildly surprised. “Charlie! You’re usually the last one here. My whole routine is going to be thrown off now!”

A big black seal with graying spots on his head and body took a big mouthful of water and spit it in her direction from his spot in the ocean. Keira raised eyebrows at him and looked like a mother about to scold a misbehaving child. “It’s certainly not my fault you can’t take the truth.” The seal rolled over and disappeared beneath the waves. He was going to get the others, she knew.

Fot at least an hour everyday, Keira would sit and watch four seal play in the salty waters of the Atlantic, talking to them like they were real people and the best of confidants. Charlie, though she liked to give him a hard time, was one of her two favorites. He was the eldest of the group from the look of his skin, and he had a long gash in his side from something that had never healed quite right. Molly and Maev were the two that looked younger an exactly the same as each other. Keira could never tell them apart. And then there was little Harley. He was the baby of the bunch and had Keira’s heart through and through. The little seal had tried to come up on the beach a few ties but the adults never let her. Keira smiled at him now as he floated on his back, watching her with wide innocent eyes.

“They’re beautiful, aren’t they?” Keira’s head snapped around so fast that a muscle in her neck screamed at her. She flinched and saw an old man standing there with his hands in his pockets. “Didn’t meant to startle you,” he apologized. “Sorry.”

Keira rubbed her neck and smiled thinly. “It’s alright. I’m usually the only one out here so you just surprised me a little.” Charlie blew water at them and Keira laughed, turning her attention back to the seals. “Oi, Charlie! Be nice to our company.”

“You’ve named them?”

She laughed, still watching them as they swam and stared at the two humans. “Yeah. Took me awhile to figure out who was who, too, but I think I’ve got them straight now.” She realized it would seem a bit silly to name the seals before introducing herself first. “I’m sorry, I’m Kei…”She turned to offer her hand and her name but no one was there. A shiver ran down her spine and the hair on her arms stood on end.

The seals were waving their goodbyes but Keira didn’t see them. She was too confused about where the old man had gone or if he had even really been there. She was in the middle of the beach and the only fresh prints she could find were her own. When she turned to see the seals had gone, Keira quickly grabbed her thermos and started for home. She had to have been seeing things, it was the only explanation

That morning there was a package outside her door and a little silver ring sat on top of it, not attached in any way.