King of Hollywood-Chapter 565 - 286 Sometimes It’s Just That Interesting

Despite hearing it loud and clear, Liv still hadn’t caught on that the "elf destined for him," as Adrian had said, was right outside the door, so by the time the door suddenly burst open, it was already too late for her to escape.

"What are you doing!" Liv complained as she was grabbed and pulled inside, after which she could say no more. Her already slightly flushed cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red at the scene before her.

Blanchett, dressed in her costume with its exquisite jewelry—clearly attired as Celeborn—was sprawled across the table in disarray, completely lacking the elegance and nobility she possessed on set. Half her neckline was pulled down, exposing a large portion of her soft, white skin, and her long skirt was hiked up, her body pressed intimately against Adrian’s behind her.

Her expression was particularly seductive, her mouth slightly open, forehead beaded with sweat, her eyes filled with confusion and sadness. It seemed as though her heart was unwilling, yet she was enjoying herself greatly, constantly shifting through various emotions amidst the quivering.

"Flee... Arwen... flee..." She was still able to cry out, and then with a strong thrust from Adrian, her body jolted, pushing back against him, and she began to moan loudly: "Master... my master... Lord Sauron... I am your servant... I... Celeborn... Queen of Lothlorien... will forever submit to you... become your most faithful servant..."

"You guys are..." Liv, with flushed cheeks, struggled, but Gwyneth held her tightly and even nibbled on her earlobe.

"Stop struggling, Arwen, look, even the powerful Elf Queen Celeborn has submitted before our master. Forget the ranger and become the master’s servant like us."

"No... this is too weird... Why involve me..." Liv said incoherently, and before she could finish, Gwyneth’s mouth covered hers.

Although she had kissed Sarah and engaged in threesomes before, even attempting 69 occasionally, she had never experienced such an aggressive and wet kiss. Moreover, Gwyneth’s hands were exploring deeply—one hand not to be mentioned, which had already slipped inside, and the other now unbuttoning and starting to perform a light dance.

"Really... you guys... don’t you find it too boring..." Liv managed to speak intermittently through Gwyneth’s kisses, her demeanor both coy and alluring.

However, Blanchett responded with a soul-destroying moan that resonated with tremors, signaling to Liv their shared understanding. Moreover, Blanchett’s skin flushed and soon after, she lay on the table, panting with exhaustion.

"What a memorable experience," Adrian sighed deeply, releasing the woman who lay spent on the table. He then stood tall and proud as he made his way to Liv.

"Daughter of King Elrond, Arwen of Rivendell, you have finally fallen into my hands," he said ostentatiously, and like a typical movie villain, he grasped Liv’s chin. However, this didn’t quite match his current unclothed state, and even carried a slightly ridiculous air.

But Liv couldn’t laugh; under Gwyneth’s onslaught, she felt breathless, especially with Adrian’s dripping wetness swaying before her eyes.

"You too shall submit to me like Eowyn and Celeborn, and then become my most faithful servant," Adrian chuckled, pressing her gently onto the table.

"My master, please let your most faithful servant serve you," Gwyneth finally released Liv, then knelt before Adrian.

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No one but the four of them knew about Lord Sauron’s "close encounters" with the daughter of Rohan, Eowyn, the Elf Queen Celeborn, and the Elf Princess Arwen. Though the entanglement was enjoyable in the moment, it led to a small problem afterward.

"Can we take this a little more seriously, Liv? I really don’t want to get angry," Adrian, who called "cut," said loudly.

"I’m sorry, Mr. Director; I’m very sorry," the young woman said apologetically, her contrite expression eliciting pity from many.

"Your acting is getting better," Adrian said, pulling her aside, half genuine, half teasing, "but don’t think I won’t scold you, Liv. There’s a limit to naughtiness."

"Really, Mr. Director, why don’t you scold me?" Liv retorted, tilting her chin up and snorting, but instead of seeming dismissive, she came across as especially playful.

"Do you really want to hear it?" Adrian arched an eyebrow, coughed lightly, and then frowned: "How long do you plan on keeping your face so tense, Miss Liv?! Remember, you’re a vase, not wrapped in withered bark..."

Before she could finish speaking, Liv’s little fists fell like rain, and Adrian had no choice but to raise his hands in defense. Her punches always seemed to have the perfect measure—they didn’t hurt when they landed on him, but were also impossible to ignore. Her acting was the same; a scene that could pass after five or six NGs, she insisted on doing a few more times, finishing before he truly got angry.

"Alright, let’s continue," Adrian said, returning to the set with Liv in tow, ignoring the odd glances from others, after their private "chat."

Sometimes he wouldn’t be so kind either. Although Liv liked to cause mischief, she never got angry at Adrian for it, and even seemed to enjoy it a bit. As for the rest of the crew, they had grown used to the pair’s brazen flirtatious banter, turning a blind eye to it while the other two female actresses did nothing.

That’s just how she was—used to expressing her dissatisfaction in her own way, even if it was toward someone she cared about greatly.

"Either they have already succumbed to you, but I definitely won’t, just you wait, I’ll take you down someday, Sauron!" Liv would say, huffing in front of Adrian in the days that followed.

Although Blanchett and Gwyneth might be slightly less striking in appearance compared to Liv, Adrian had intentionally cultivated their auras to shine in many ways, so Liv wasn’t particularly fond of being with them—although she didn’t especially dislike them either. The three women would sometimes get along well, after all, Blanchett and Gwyneth were much older than her and had much richer experiences.

And so, she couldn’t help but be a little temperamental now, engaging in verbal sparring with Adrian, who could give as good as he got when it came to comebacks.

"Is that so? And how do you plan on taking down Sauron, Princess Arwen?" Adrian retorted with a smile.

"There’s always a way!" Liv said after thinking for a while, "Like... stabbing him with a sword!"

"Sorry, but you only have a scabbard, planning on using the top or bottom?" Adrian’s grin turned mischievous.

It took a good while for Liv to catch on, and when she did, she responded with an angry punch: "You’re such an asshole, Ed! You’re awful! Oh God, that was the... most disgusting thing I’ve ever eaten!"

"Is that so? But it seemed like you quite liked it," Adrian gestured, "How did it taste?"

"Not bad..." Liv blurted out almost instantly, then quickly changed her expression, facing a laughing Adrian, she pouted as though she might cry, but in the end, she just screamed and raised her fists, flailing them: "Ed!"

Even if Adrian couldn’t guess all her thoughts, he’d inferred most of them, allowing her to express her mood, as this Liv was really adorable.

Because of such interactions, despite the heavy workload in the crew, Adrian still managed to maintain a relaxed attitude, and the filming progressed swiftly. Of course, this was also thanks to Peter Jackson’s tremendous enthusiasm—who was invigorated by the opportunity to make "The Lord of the Rings," and with the script quite to his liking, he did an outstanding job portraying his characters.

Even then, Jackson would occasionally consult Adrian, and even disagreements would arise. After all, when Adrian had others write the script, it wasn’t done precisely by the book, and he had discarded scenes that were certain to be deleted, so Jackson couldn’t fully comprehend the script from all aspects.

"Why can’t we take a panorama here, to show the entirety of Helm’s Deep, then progress layer by layer depicting the Uruk-hai’s attack?" During the filming of the Battle of Helm’s Deep near a deserted mine in Queenstown, Jackson questioned Adrian like this, whereas the original plan was to make quick cuts focusing on the main characters’ combat.

Though Jackson’s tone had a hint of interrogation, it was unintentional. Despite not knowning Adrian for long, he had gotten a feel for Adrian’s working personality—that reasonable opinions, even if a bit harsh, wouldn’t be taken to heart. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Moreover, Jackson wasn’t completely clueless. He promptly added, "But I really do like the design of Helm’s Deep. In fact, I love all the architectural designs from the books, you’re really amazing."

"Thanks," Adrian chuckled softly, then became serious, "What you’re saying makes sense, Peter, but keep in mind that this type of panorama has appeared many times before, and too much of it can fatigue the audience—I know what you want to say, Peter, but the most important part of a movie is the story, not the landscape and special effects, or that the scale of special effects can match that of the story with advancing technology, but it should never surpass it. Sacrificing story for special effects is very foolish. ’The Lord of the Rings’ has Tolkien’s original work to complete the film’s story, but what about other scripts?"

Jackson fell silent, knowing that this younger director, who he admired, often communicated with him patiently. If Jackson couldn’t see his intentions, he would be too foolish. So even if he somewhat disagreed on certain points, he tried to ponder them more deeply.

Adrian, of course, noticed all this and was quite pleased. If Peter Jackson could correct that habit of relying too much on special effects, perhaps he wouldn’t achieve the success from Adrian’s memory, but he surely wouldn’t be like in the memories, left hanging halfway, uncertain of his position.

"Vigo really is perfect for the role of Aragon, indeed your eye is better than mine, but I still maintain that Michael Gambon is more suitable for Gandalf than Ian McKellen," Jackson said later to change the subject.

However, hearing this made Adrian want to laugh again. Believe it or not, when discussing character similarities with Jackson, he actually thought Stuart Townsend would be more suitable as Aragon, had several quibbles about Wood’s Frodo, but agreed that Searle’s Legolas, Liv’s Arwen, and Gwyneth’s Eowyn were perfect matches.

"Their auras are very close to their roles. If I were in charge, I would definitely cast them," Jackson asserted confidently, the world sometimes is just so amusing. (To be continued. If you like this work, we welcome you to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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