Movie Madness
Legolas sat atop his bed deep in wonderment. Why had Amara reminded him so much of Aragorn? She could not be his kin, as far as he knew she was born here in this world so why did he get the feeling she was not of this world at all? Rain splattered the windows which he quickly learned was rare for this city. Ever since that day in the park Amara kept clouding his thoughts with her mystery.
Amara looked
up from her book she had been engrossed in to look at her window. It seemed like
every minute more and more rain fell from the sky. It ruined her plans to escape
from her home she named Alcatraz so she retreated to her room and lost herself
in one of her books. Now the rain had brought her from the book and her thoughts
drifted away to Legolas. His stare that day in the park seemed to bore its way
into her soul.
"You remind me of a ranger I know." The words he said bounced around in
her head. 'A ranger. He can't mean Aragorn, but why wound I remind him of
Aragorn?' Her thoughts were interrupted by the shrillness of her mother's
voice. "We're going out!"
Happiness leapt up inside of the teenager. She had apologized to both her
parents like Legolas suggested. Both of them forgave her in their own way,
dismissing her behavior as teenage hormones. Hearing the door close, she put her
book aside and proceeded towards Legolas' room. She thought about asking him why
she reminded him of Aragorn but shook it off.
Today was a gloomy day, not the day to be asking questions which Legolas
probably didn't have the answers to. She knocked on his open door, his lithe
form seemed relaxed as he laid on the bed and his arms were crossed. He appeared
to be deep in thought before he sat up and faced Amara.
"Never mind, sorry I bothered you."
He saw the features of Aragorn in the girl more clearly now, he stopped her as she was about to walk away. "You did not bother me. What is it?"
Amara turned
back towards his room. Fiddling her thumbs she spoke, "I was just thinking that
you've been here for a bit and you still haven't seen a movie." She leaned up
against the doorframe. "I'm bored and there's nothin' like a good movie to take
the boredness out of you."
Seeing the disbelief in his face she lowered herself to begging. "Come on, I'll
even let you pick." Amara pouted as best she could by sticking out her lower
lip. Legolas let out a sigh, Amara seemed to have a power over him for he
couldn't ever find the heart to tell her no. It was either that or he just had a
problem saying no. "Manka lle merna."If you wish
Amara's face screwed up in confusion, "Huh? Was that a yes or a no?"
Legolas laughed, "It was a yes, Aidulin." He made his way downstairs, Amara in tow.
"What does
Aidulin mean Leggles?" Amara asked disappearing into the kitchen to pop popcorn
and reappearing for an answer.
"Aidulin is the name I have chosen for you since you insist on calling me
Leggles. Aidulin means small bird."
Once the microwave dinged Amara disappeared once more, shouting what she thought about the name Legolas had chosen for her. "I like it but why do I have to be small?" She came back carrying a bowl filled with popcorn and flopped down on the couch.
"Simply
because you are small."
Amara glared at him. She was very size conscious. It was because of her size did
anyone ever pick on her. She believed she gained a complex of her size all
thanks to her father who was constantly poking fun of her. Amara brought up the
choices of movies on the old telly and handed the remote to Legolas.
"Pick the movie, elf boy." Legolas took the remote from Amara's petite hand and
scanned the screen for a title that appealed to him. Amara took this time to
peak out of the window at the storm outdoors. When the lightening struck across
the sky she turned back towards the screen. Storms always gave her a spook
though she wouldn't admit it.
Legolas was into the horror section. "Alright, is Jeepers Creepers fine with
you?" Amara tried to stage her protest but having a mouth full of popcorn only
left her to shake her head and the elf didn't bother to look over to see her
disapproval. Legolas took Amara's silence for approval and selected the movie.
Quickly forcing the popcorn down her throat, Amara screamed no.
Legolas turned his gaze from the television to Amara. "We can't watch this
movie!" She shook her head showing just how much she refused. Horror flicks
weren't her thing. They always left her wondering if it could really happen and
that played with her head weeks after seeing a scary movie.
"Why can we not view this movie, what is wrong with it?" One look told Legolas
everything. The fear in her eyes was evident.
"We can't watch this because I don't want to sleep with a night light on."
Legolas
waved a hand to silence her as the movie began.
Amara shuddered at the low rumble of thunder. In the beginning of the movie both
Legolas and Amara were on opposite sides of the couch, each horrifying event
brought them closer together. Pretty soon Amara had substituted snacking on
popcorn for snacking on her finger nails and burying her face in Legolas' shirt,
every now and then daring to peak at the screen. Legolas eyes were glued to the
set, periodically he patted Amara's shoulder to console her.
"Amara it isn't so bad," Legolas whispered. Amara dared to take a longer look,
but she did so at the wrong moment for the creeper was devouring a jail cell
filled with its victims. Her eyes went wide, 'How could he think it's not so
bad,' she thought grossed out at what appeared to be body parts strewn on
the floor. She tried to move her eyes from the screen but they wouldn't budge.
Blood, guts and gore invaded her brain, thoughts and very being. Her
surroundings faded away and it was just herself and the television. When the
movie ended Amara's mouth hug slightly open. Legolas had to pry her hand from
his pants leg, her nails started to dig into his skin. He saw she was in shock
at how the movie ended.
"The creeper took the boys eyes," Amara exclaimed. In uttering those words it
seemed to set off a curse, for all the lights in the house flickered out
drenching them in total darkness. Amara bit her lower lip; she couldn't see
anything in front of her. The movie images flooded in her mind.
"Why did a black out have to come now?"
"A black out I take it means the electricity is out," Legolas could tell he
could see better than Amara who was stumbling over objects.
"Yeah." Amara
felt her way to the drawer in the kitchen where she knew a few candles were.
With trembling hands she gathered as many candles as her hands could carry plus
a lighter. Just as she was about to shut the drawer she felt someone touch her
shoulder.
Turning around she let out a scream to wake the dead. A hand quickly covered her
mouth. Amara blinked; there stood Legolas there was a mystical glow to him which
enabled her to see him. He slowly removed his hand. "Sorry I frightened you. I
thought you might need some help." Swallowing hard she could only stare at the
elf as he took some of the candles from her.
"You glow in the dark." Legolas set the candles down on the table and looked
back to Amara who stared at him with interest.
"It is only
my aura when focusing it enough it can be very useful." The sound of thunder and
rain mixing together reminded Amara to light the candles. Once all were lit the
two of them carried them into the living room, setting them in various places so
that they dimly lit the whole room.
Amara sat crossed leg on the floor her mind still on the horror of the movie.
Legolas saw that the girl was still on edge over the movie they had seen. To
take her mind off things he sat in front of her and asked her would she like to
hear about what his home was like. Amara nodded eager to stop thinking whether
or not some creature was going to bust in and eat her. The candles set off the
right tone for a story.
He began to tell her of the lush trees that made up the vast forest which
surrounded his home. His home, just thinking about it made his heart soar. The
palace of Mirkwood was made of various colored stones. Part of the palace stood
above ground, a welcoming sight for all to see, but the majority of the palace
was dove underground. There were many lakes and rivers and what not in the
forest, though many were hidden. Amara listened in awe at the vivid description
Legolas gave her of his home.
She thought that no place in the world had the beauty Legolas spoke of. His
story soothed her and she forgot about the monster that had made a place in her
head. When Legolas finished she smiled, "Mirkwood sounds beautiful."
"Yes it is." Legolas didn't want to mention the horrid things that slowly were
beginning to invade his home. He failed to mention the giant spiders and the
orcs that roamed the wood. He hoped when or if he returned, nothing horrid had
befallen on his home. A loud tapping noise cut through the air.
Amara jumped up and ran behind Legolas' elven form. The loud tapping sound came
again. Legolas focused his eyes on the darkened staircase. "The noise is coming
from upstairs." He got up and began walking towards the stairs.
"Holy shamoly," Amara exclaimed standing up, "Where are you going?"
Legolas turned back towards her, "Do you not want to find out what that noise is?"
Amara thought
for a split second, "Hmm, I don't think so." Legolas made his way up the stairs
anyway. Amara stood in the middle of the living room alone, but when the loud
tapping came back to her ears she rushed up the stairs. "Wait up Leggles!"
Amara coward behind Legolas, both walking slowly towards the source of the
sound. "What if it's a burglar or... or...worse the creeper," Amara gulped.
Legolas
sighed, 'This girl has one imagination.' "Amara there is no such thing as
the creeper, as for there being an intruder..." He quickly went to his room and
grabbed his pair of white knives.
Amara felt a lot better now that they had some form of defense. She grasped onto
his shirt and continued to coward as her heart thumped wildly from fear. "If it
is the creeper and he has come to eat me and take all my body parts I told you
so." Legolas quickly told her to be quiet as he put an ear to her parent's room
door, where the noise was coming from. He twisted the knob ignoring Amara who
shook her head.
Walking in he inwardly let out his relief. "Tis only a tree branch scrapping
against the window." He told Amara who waited by the door. She strolled in
laughing, "I knew it was a stupid tree branch all along." Legolas rolled his
blue eyes.
His senses heightened as he heard the front door open and close. Amara ran over
to him whispering frantically, "It's the creeper, it's the creeper, it's the
creeper." Legolas put a hand over Amara's mouth to quiet her, when he was sure
she would remain quiet he removed his hand and gripped his knives slightly.
Footsteps echoed through the quiet house, whoever or whatever it was, was making
its way upstairs. A crack of lightening lit up the room for a split second and
then the room tumbled back into darkness.
The footsteps stopped and with them Amara thought her heart would too, for a
darkened figure stood in the doorway. Legolas held his knives up in a fighting
stance. The figure advanced into the room just as the lights flickered back to
life. Expecting something else, Amara let out a scream but quickly shut up when
she recognized the figure.
"Brittany?"
"Oops, hope I wasn't interrupting anything...in your parent's bedroom."
Brittany
eyed the two suspiciously.
"Ha ha funny," Amara said dryly.
Legolas put
his knives down. "What are you doing here?"
Brittany sat on the bed and took her wet hat off. "My power went out and
unfortunately so did my parents and my cell phone so I came over here." Amara
felt her heart slow with relief. "So it's raining, it's pouring and somewhere
out there an old man it snoring. I say we watch a movie." Amara looked to
Legolas who looked to her. Both shook their heads to Brittany.
"No thank you Brittany. I think we have had enough movies for one night,"
Legolas said.
