"The house of his spirit crumbles…"

Billy stood off to the side of the set, watching as the wood was placed around the bonfire that was supposed to consume Faramir.

The long cloak of Pippin's costume tickled the back of his legs and he remembered that morning, as nimble fingers traced the same path along the line of his Hobbit feet.

"He is burning…already burning…"

Billy could totally relate to that thought as he watched John Noble deliver his lines as Denethor. Faramir lay on the stack of wood, awaiting his death as his father caressed his face - Billy's cue to run onto the set and make his bold statement…

"He's not dead!"

This was a serious scene, an important scene. And as Denethor dragged Pippin from the room, screaming in protest, Billy almost lost it as a pair of blue-green eyes peeked over the woodstack, winking at him.

"I release you from your service…*

Yes, but who would release the other parts of him, the lower region of his anatomy that was now threatening to make its presence known, whether it was scripted or not? For that, he had his hero, his own Lord of Gondor.

"Go now and die in what way seems best for you…"

The tip of David's tongue pushed out between his lips, slowly caressing the soft skin there, throwing a knowing look at Billy as he was tossed out the door. It took every ounce of strength he had not to laugh as he heard Denethor give the order…

"Pour oil on the wood…"

That was Billy's plan, too.

When the shoot was over for the day…when the transformation between character and person had taken place, costumes returned to wardrobe for another night, after dinner, after drinks, alone in his room…

When David came to him, all soft and sweet and Faramir-fuzzy…

Billy would break out the scented massage oil…

Slather it on his hands…

Run them over every inch of David's body…

Kiss…

Lick…

Suck…

And when the time was right, he would mount his lover as steadily as Faramir mounted his stead.

And Billy would ride…

To heaven and back…

Into the sunset…

Over the edge…

And he would burn.

Together. As one, they would burn.

He remembered the last line Denethor spoke before dropping the burning torch onto the body of his son…

"Set a fire in our flesh…"

What a way to go.