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.