True love never dies
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Category:
Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
1,974
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
Part 2
Info and disclaimer see the beginning
A/N; I have get the story betad twice of English speaking people, and for the person that thought there was so many wrongs in it... I would be very happy to recive a mail from you where you show where and what you can do to help me. (crowesaga@bloomshotel.net)
* Part 2 *
“Oh, you remember me?” Orlando asked, anxiously.
I had recognized him from all those pictures I had seen of him lately on the Internet and from advertisements and trailers for the film Troy that recently opened in the cinemas. It was kind of hard to miss his eyes.
“Sorry Mr. Bloom,” I said politely, trying hard to hide my nervousness. “I don’t think so. You must have mistaken me for someone else.”
“Isn’t your name Camilla, and aren’t you from Gothenburg in Sweden?” he asked.
“Yes… ,” I replied slowly, mesmerized by those dark pools staring down at me.
“Then we ‘have’ met… and we ‘do’ know each other,” he said with a widening smile.
“No, I don’t think so. Camilla isn’t my name anymore… when would we have met… Sir?”
“Please don’t call me Sir or Mr. Bloom. Don’t you remember anything about it? It was almost ten years ago, the first time.”
I found myself standing there totally blank. I thought I would have remembered if I had met such handsome guy before. Thinking back ten years, I had been in London that year. But did I spend any time with a guy?
The truth was, some things had happened since that time which had messed up my head, making it hard for me to get things right in my memory. Some of my memories had disappeared altogether, and some, I soon realised, could just be something I had read in books or seen in films.
Like many other teenage girls or young women, I had dreamed about meeting Orlando after I’d seen him in Lords of the Rings and Pirates of the Caribbean. When watching the films I never had the feeling that I had known him personally. He was like any other film star I had seen and had a crush on for a while. Right now, however, he was my number one fancy.
I didn’t think I knew anything about him apart from what I’d learned through the Internet over the past few months. I always managed to collect information about those I had a crush on, so there would be no exception with him. Orlando’s private life was hard to learn about, though. He was very careful not to say anything too personal to the press, so there were no clues to jog my memory. If I had known him ten years ago as he said it would have been before he become famous.
Orlando nudged me to bring me back into the present time.
“Truly… no… I don’t remember,” I said quickly, shaking off my trance. “But… it could be true. If you are certain we know each other and you have the time to spare… maybe you could try to convince me that you are right and help me to remember.”
Orlando looked at his watch and a little wrinkle showed on his forehead.
“I know a nice café just down the street… and I would love to re-establish our relationship. I’ve spent so many hours wondering why you disappeared.” I could hear the honesty in his voice.
I just nodded trying not to melt at the thought of standing there in Soho with one of the world’s most handsome men. I couldn’t believe that he had approached me instead of it being me asking him for an autograph. I somehow felt that my head must be playing tricks on me and that this must all be a dream.
A/N; I have get the story betad twice of English speaking people, and for the person that thought there was so many wrongs in it... I would be very happy to recive a mail from you where you show where and what you can do to help me. (crowesaga@bloomshotel.net)
* Part 2 *
“Oh, you remember me?” Orlando asked, anxiously.
I had recognized him from all those pictures I had seen of him lately on the Internet and from advertisements and trailers for the film Troy that recently opened in the cinemas. It was kind of hard to miss his eyes.
“Sorry Mr. Bloom,” I said politely, trying hard to hide my nervousness. “I don’t think so. You must have mistaken me for someone else.”
“Isn’t your name Camilla, and aren’t you from Gothenburg in Sweden?” he asked.
“Yes… ,” I replied slowly, mesmerized by those dark pools staring down at me.
“Then we ‘have’ met… and we ‘do’ know each other,” he said with a widening smile.
“No, I don’t think so. Camilla isn’t my name anymore… when would we have met… Sir?”
“Please don’t call me Sir or Mr. Bloom. Don’t you remember anything about it? It was almost ten years ago, the first time.”
I found myself standing there totally blank. I thought I would have remembered if I had met such handsome guy before. Thinking back ten years, I had been in London that year. But did I spend any time with a guy?
The truth was, some things had happened since that time which had messed up my head, making it hard for me to get things right in my memory. Some of my memories had disappeared altogether, and some, I soon realised, could just be something I had read in books or seen in films.
Like many other teenage girls or young women, I had dreamed about meeting Orlando after I’d seen him in Lords of the Rings and Pirates of the Caribbean. When watching the films I never had the feeling that I had known him personally. He was like any other film star I had seen and had a crush on for a while. Right now, however, he was my number one fancy.
I didn’t think I knew anything about him apart from what I’d learned through the Internet over the past few months. I always managed to collect information about those I had a crush on, so there would be no exception with him. Orlando’s private life was hard to learn about, though. He was very careful not to say anything too personal to the press, so there were no clues to jog my memory. If I had known him ten years ago as he said it would have been before he become famous.
Orlando nudged me to bring me back into the present time.
“Truly… no… I don’t remember,” I said quickly, shaking off my trance. “But… it could be true. If you are certain we know each other and you have the time to spare… maybe you could try to convince me that you are right and help me to remember.”
Orlando looked at his watch and a little wrinkle showed on his forehead.
“I know a nice café just down the street… and I would love to re-establish our relationship. I’ve spent so many hours wondering why you disappeared.” I could hear the honesty in his voice.
I just nodded trying not to melt at the thought of standing there in Soho with one of the world’s most handsome men. I couldn’t believe that he had approached me instead of it being me asking him for an autograph. I somehow felt that my head must be playing tricks on me and that this must all be a dream.