DON'T DWELL
Amara
sighed and listened to the clock tick, the time going down the drain. Her
Saturday high had melted away. It was Sunday now and Sunday only reminded Amara
of the days to come, the days she dreaded...school. She had planted herself in
the small study of her home with all of Tolkien's writings in front of her,
searching for any possible mention of a portal that could transport people to
another dimension. With her hair pulled back and a hot cup of cappuccino, she
mulled over the books with Legolas to help.
Amara had woken up early for this particular task and regretted it.
"You find anything?" Amara asked. Legolas looked up from the book Amara had
given him titled The Similarion.
"No, but I find it quite strange that in your world there is the precise history
of the elves yet you say there are no elves."
Amara yarned and took a sip of her caffeine. "Yeah, like I said, here in this
world Middle Earth is only a story." Amara looked through the Lord of the Rings
trilogy personally. She did not know whether Legolas had experienced the war of
the ring yet and did not want to change his history when he went back home. She
didn't have the courage either to ask.
Legolas took a minute to look at Amara. As she flicked through pages she
absentmindedly twirled her dark frizzy strands of hair around her finger.
'This is a very unusual world I am in,' he thought but found himself wanting
to know more about Amara than her name.
"Tell me Amara."
Amara looked up from the pages and looked at Legolas. "Yes."
"About yourself. I would like to know more about the young lady who took it upon
herself to help me."
Amara closed the book and sat up a bit straighter. "What would you like to
know?"
Despite his predicament Legolas perked up, his blue eyes shinning. "Start with
your life my lady. What is it like?"
Amara flinched at my lady and sighed. "There isn't much to tell, I mean I'm just
like the next loser, but I'll tell you anyway. Let's see." She tapped her chin
with a finger and looked at the ceiling. "I'm seventeen, have no talent and my
only friend is Brittany."
Legolas sighed, "There must be more to you than that."
"Alright alright. I was born while my parents where on business in Italy, it's
another place on Earth. I like to read a lot because books are the only thing I
have really. My parents...they're always away and when they're around I wish
they would go away again."
'At times my own father can push me to the edge but if he was gone all the
time I would never wish him away.' Legolas watched as Amara went back to
flipping through her book.
"Why is it Amara that you wish your parents away? Do you not get along with
them?"
'Why does he care? He should be more on getting back home than questioning
me.' Amara answered the question, though not wanting to talk about her
parents. "Let's say I'm still trying to work out how I came to receive parents
like the ones I have." She smiled at the elf who wanted her to continue.
"They don't want to have anything to do with me. They want a daughter who likes
to gab on the phone to her thirty plus friends. A daughter who checks how she
looks in the mirror a hundred times before going off to school, someone who
spends most of her time shopping. They want a daughter who is popular and I am
the complete opposite of that and to them I am a complete failure."
Amara read a passage quickly not noticing Legolas' stare of sympathy.
"Though I have yet to know you for the young lady that you are I do not believe
you are a failure."
Amara looked up from the text and into the sincere eyes of the elf. A small
smile played across her face. Legolas smiled back feeling that the girl needed
to hear she wasn't a failure. The ring of the phone made them both jump having
not expecting it.
"It's okay it's okay." Amara said standing. Legolas looked around the room for
the source of the sound.
"It's just the telephone." She picked up the cordless phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey it's me Brit. Did the hot dude leave yet?"
Amara rolled her eyes and looked back to Legolas who stared oddly at her. Amara
walked out of the room leaving the elf to ponder why she was talking to herself.
"Odd girl indeed but pleasant." Legolas had spent the whole morning researching
with Amara and so far acquired nothing. She spoke of Middle Earth being a story
in her world. If Middle Earth was nothing but a fable, then his future must be
in the books she was researching. Legolas picked up her book entitled 'The
Fellowship of the Ring'.
His slender fingers itched to find out what fate awaited him and his home. What
could happen to Middle Earth that could fill three books? He wondered. Legolas
opened the book his eyes roaming over the first sentences. 'No!' His mind
screamed. 'Your fate is for you to live out not to read about.'
With that he closed the book and stood. Though the elves were very much
crafters, humans here seemed to be quite as well, their structures weren't as
sturdy as the ones back home though. He walked around the room. His eyes
wandered to a small mantel place, there were a few pictures but none of Amara.
Walking up to the mantel place there was one picture that was down and hidden
from anyone's view.
Now how these portraits came to be so vivid and accurate was one more thing the elf had to ponder about. Most certainly no paint was used in creating them.
Legolas picked up the somewhat small picture frame and dusted it off with his
thumb. There was Amara as a small girl in the lap of a man, a woman stood next
to them and they were all smiling.
"These must
be her parents."
Though neither of them she resembled. Both parents had light brown colored hair
and both had dark brown eyes. Amara had dark hair that fell in frizzy waves,
dark blue eyes and slight freckles across the bridge of her nose. They looked so
happy; not at all did Amara's parents look as if they were disappointed in her.
Those were the happy days Amara held dear to her and she left the picture face
down for no one to remember.
"Why would she hide this?"
Amara walked back in after explaining everything to her freaked out friend who
yelled, "NO WAY!" for a full five minutes. She walked in to find Legolas looking
at the picture she had pushed back so many years ago.
"Those were different times." Amara took the picture from the elf and put the
picture back down.
Legolas could tell by the look on her face that she didn't want to explain
anything. She strolled back over to the table and sat down flicking through more
pages of the book she abandoned.
