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Category:
Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
1,975
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 3
Info and disclaimer see the beginning
* Part 3 *
Orlando took my hand and led me to the café. I had no choice but to concede and follow. The whole time I was trying to access some memory of him that wasn’t related to anything I’d learned from magazine articles.
It was a good thing he had a firm hold of my arm or I may have lost him in the throng of people. It took all my concentration sifting through my shattered memories. I was so frustrated not finding anything that I pulled my hand away from his. When he felt me pull away he stopped walking and turned toward me.
“What is it Camilla? Have you changed your mind? Don’t you want to come?” he asked worriedly.
“Yes… no … what did you ask?” I replied.
“Don’t you want to come? Have you changed your mind?”
“No, I haven’t changed my mind. I want to come. You have woken my curiosity.”
“Why did you snatch your hand from me?”
“I did it out of frustration because I still can’t remember us meeting before. Or the fact that you say we know each other.”
Orlando stretched out the hand, that only moments before had held mine, to stroke my hair. He gently pulled back a strand hanging over my face.
“I’m sure it will all come back to you once I start filling in the gaps. How could you have forgotten our time together?” he asked.
I gazed into his mahogany eyes and saw he was telling me the truth. I also saw regret and pity. I really wasn’t so sure I would remember anything and I was scared it would be always hidden in the dark depths of my past. Without any memory of our time together, how could I truly believe it was true?
I was curious about what type of relationship we had and what had happened between us. At the same time I felt like running away and never wanting to find out. I was scared of being used. Maybe it sounded exciting to some people to learn everything all over again, but it wasn’t what I wanted.
“Come Sweetie, we almost there.” he said softly, taking my hand once again to lead me to the café.
The way he talked and touched me was, at first, unnerving. It felt very intimate in character. You only act that way with very close friends. My current friends all knew to keep their distance because they knew that being touched sometimes made me feel uneasy. With him it felt different. It somehow felt right so I let him continue.
When we reached the café we were lucky to find an empty table. As I looked around myself I realized that Orlando was right about it being a nice place.
“Do you want something? Tea… sandwich… food?” he asked as we took our seats.
“Tea and a small sandwich would be nice please,” I replied.
“Do you still drink the tea with milk and sugar?”
“No sugar. Just milk. A lot of milk. Thanks.”
“I’ll be right back.” He said quickly, standing.
I watched him head off to the counter to place the order. He moved gracefully and he definitely looked better in the flesh than in the magazines, pictures, and films. I could certainly understand why I had fallen for him. If only I could remember having done so. Although none of my present friends were dark haired and dark eyed, I found myself weak for that kind of guy. He was truly my dream guy.
Orlando’s smile faded a little when he came back. I had seen that look before on faces of my friends when they were thinking of my lapsed memories. It was a look of sadness and pity. It was a look I didn’t want to see and with it followed emotions I didn’t want to bring out in people.
He placed the food down on the table and went back to the counter with the empty tray. When he returned he sat for a while just looking at me, watching me eat and drink.
“The years have been kind to you. You are even prettier now than the last time I saw you.” He said softly.
I could feel myself blushing but I knew what he meant. I saw the difference when I would look old photographs. I had lost some weight and let my hair grow long. It wasn’t easy keeping my new figure, though, and I had to work hard at maintaining my new look.
“Sorry I can’t say the same about you,” I replied shyly, glancing down at the table. “I still can’t remember you from my past.”
“Do you feel like telling me what happened?” he asked.
“Hmm, are you sure we know each other?” I asked timidly. “I mean, it wasn’t just luck… you getting my name right?”
“Yes, Camilla. I’m sure. I’ve never forgotten you. You were still living at home with your parents then. You were just about to move further north in Sweden because of your job.”
I remembered that part of my life. At the end of that year in question I had started working at a ski resort – Sälen – in middle of Sweden. The next thing that flashed through my mind was a familiar face of another actor. I had recently read and seen ‘Interview With A Vampire’.
“I’m right aren’t I? There is something that you remember?” he asked anxiously.
“You were right about my job. I did work in the mountains. And I did live with my parents before that. I also remember another guy that I saw in a movie two weeks ago. He was in Troy with you.”
His voice was more of a whisper as he said, “Brad Pitt”.
“I saw the vampire film he played in that year.” I said.
“I remember you talking about it. You were so disappointed it hadn’t started showing here in London. You loved the book and were curios if Brad and Tom Cruise were right for the roles. Did you think so… now that you’ve seen it?”
“I think I was… surprised by them,” I replied hesitantly.
I fell silent. Another image of a young guy sinking his teeth into the neck of another guy flashed through my head. I remember thinking that didn’t fit with the end of the film; a blond Tom Cruise as Lestat driving a car and pulling his ruffled shirt cuffs out of his jacket sleeves. The guy in the car with him was the guy that had interviewed Louis. I shock the image from my head. That wasn’t what I needed to remember.
*~*~*
* Part 3 *
Orlando took my hand and led me to the café. I had no choice but to concede and follow. The whole time I was trying to access some memory of him that wasn’t related to anything I’d learned from magazine articles.
It was a good thing he had a firm hold of my arm or I may have lost him in the throng of people. It took all my concentration sifting through my shattered memories. I was so frustrated not finding anything that I pulled my hand away from his. When he felt me pull away he stopped walking and turned toward me.
“What is it Camilla? Have you changed your mind? Don’t you want to come?” he asked worriedly.
“Yes… no … what did you ask?” I replied.
“Don’t you want to come? Have you changed your mind?”
“No, I haven’t changed my mind. I want to come. You have woken my curiosity.”
“Why did you snatch your hand from me?”
“I did it out of frustration because I still can’t remember us meeting before. Or the fact that you say we know each other.”
Orlando stretched out the hand, that only moments before had held mine, to stroke my hair. He gently pulled back a strand hanging over my face.
“I’m sure it will all come back to you once I start filling in the gaps. How could you have forgotten our time together?” he asked.
I gazed into his mahogany eyes and saw he was telling me the truth. I also saw regret and pity. I really wasn’t so sure I would remember anything and I was scared it would be always hidden in the dark depths of my past. Without any memory of our time together, how could I truly believe it was true?
I was curious about what type of relationship we had and what had happened between us. At the same time I felt like running away and never wanting to find out. I was scared of being used. Maybe it sounded exciting to some people to learn everything all over again, but it wasn’t what I wanted.
“Come Sweetie, we almost there.” he said softly, taking my hand once again to lead me to the café.
The way he talked and touched me was, at first, unnerving. It felt very intimate in character. You only act that way with very close friends. My current friends all knew to keep their distance because they knew that being touched sometimes made me feel uneasy. With him it felt different. It somehow felt right so I let him continue.
When we reached the café we were lucky to find an empty table. As I looked around myself I realized that Orlando was right about it being a nice place.
“Do you want something? Tea… sandwich… food?” he asked as we took our seats.
“Tea and a small sandwich would be nice please,” I replied.
“Do you still drink the tea with milk and sugar?”
“No sugar. Just milk. A lot of milk. Thanks.”
“I’ll be right back.” He said quickly, standing.
I watched him head off to the counter to place the order. He moved gracefully and he definitely looked better in the flesh than in the magazines, pictures, and films. I could certainly understand why I had fallen for him. If only I could remember having done so. Although none of my present friends were dark haired and dark eyed, I found myself weak for that kind of guy. He was truly my dream guy.
Orlando’s smile faded a little when he came back. I had seen that look before on faces of my friends when they were thinking of my lapsed memories. It was a look of sadness and pity. It was a look I didn’t want to see and with it followed emotions I didn’t want to bring out in people.
He placed the food down on the table and went back to the counter with the empty tray. When he returned he sat for a while just looking at me, watching me eat and drink.
“The years have been kind to you. You are even prettier now than the last time I saw you.” He said softly.
I could feel myself blushing but I knew what he meant. I saw the difference when I would look old photographs. I had lost some weight and let my hair grow long. It wasn’t easy keeping my new figure, though, and I had to work hard at maintaining my new look.
“Sorry I can’t say the same about you,” I replied shyly, glancing down at the table. “I still can’t remember you from my past.”
“Do you feel like telling me what happened?” he asked.
“Hmm, are you sure we know each other?” I asked timidly. “I mean, it wasn’t just luck… you getting my name right?”
“Yes, Camilla. I’m sure. I’ve never forgotten you. You were still living at home with your parents then. You were just about to move further north in Sweden because of your job.”
I remembered that part of my life. At the end of that year in question I had started working at a ski resort – Sälen – in middle of Sweden. The next thing that flashed through my mind was a familiar face of another actor. I had recently read and seen ‘Interview With A Vampire’.
“I’m right aren’t I? There is something that you remember?” he asked anxiously.
“You were right about my job. I did work in the mountains. And I did live with my parents before that. I also remember another guy that I saw in a movie two weeks ago. He was in Troy with you.”
His voice was more of a whisper as he said, “Brad Pitt”.
“I saw the vampire film he played in that year.” I said.
“I remember you talking about it. You were so disappointed it hadn’t started showing here in London. You loved the book and were curios if Brad and Tom Cruise were right for the roles. Did you think so… now that you’ve seen it?”
“I think I was… surprised by them,” I replied hesitantly.
I fell silent. Another image of a young guy sinking his teeth into the neck of another guy flashed through my head. I remember thinking that didn’t fit with the end of the film; a blond Tom Cruise as Lestat driving a car and pulling his ruffled shirt cuffs out of his jacket sleeves. The guy in the car with him was the guy that had interviewed Louis. I shock the image from my head. That wasn’t what I needed to remember.
*~*~*