this is truly one of the funnier in my collection of mental pictures

There was something about Orlando's face that just changed, as decisively as a slide, when he decided to be Legolas. His normal concentrating-face had a certain rascalry to it, all expressive forehead creases and jaunty balls of the cheeks, but when he was being Legolas, it all simply flattened away into an almost featureless elegance.

When it was time, Orlando exclaimed in Legolas's voice, "He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance." The pink ruffles down his front jiggled.
-The Unfanoning of Orlando's Shirts by Belinda


And now, we return to our week-long OTP celebration, brought to me by the lovely, extensive media coverage of this past weekend's festivities, the lovely explosion of new fic, and the timeless perfection of my boys' sopure love for each other. *mwah*