The Movie that Changed Our Lives (Elijah Wood/LOTR FanFic)

An Eventful Breakdown

OKAY, SO YOU'VE READ THE STORY SO FAR IN KAT'S POV, THAT I THOUGHT THIS CHAPTER WOULD BE BETTER TOLD IN ELIJAH'S POV, SO YOU CAN FINALLY SEE SOME OF WHAT GOES ON INSIDE THAT AMAZING HEAD OF HIS ;)

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Why did Kat have to leave so early? It must have been something that was really troubling her; she normally wouldn't leave the set so abruptly. As soon as Peter whispered to her what was whispered to him, her face grew pale and she ran off, probably to her trailer. It was strange and unusual, and I wondered why she did it. I hoped that she was okay, that nothing really horrible happened that sent her off in a frenzy like that.

Peter could notice how unfocused I was during filming, for in between takes I would find myself staring at where Kat sped off to. Finally when everything was done and we got out of our costume and makeup, I went to her trailer. The other Hobbits decided to join me; they too were concerned about Kat, but I kind of wanted to go alone. I liked our sweet, silent moments together, the ones that made my heart skip beats every time I looked at her, resisting my urge to kiss her. I could tell that she suspected that I loved her to death, and I had a feeling that she sort of felt that way too. I just had to wait for the moment where she showed it to me. And I was determined to wait, even if it meant that I would never marry. I didn't care if it took her twenty years to see it, as long as she saw it. That's all that mattered to me, all I ever wanted.

Billy knocked on the door as usual and Kat did not answer. I took a deep breath and opened it, scared at what I would see. And indeed, what I saw sure was something. Her smallest suitcase was spread out on the floor, clothes pouring out and all over the trailer. Kat's trailer was a complete mess and she was nowhere to be seen. A rustling sound interrupted the eerie silence, and the other Hobbits snapped their heads to it. Kat came into view, wearing her dad's worn, oversized LA Lakers shirt. Her bright curls were messily put into a ponytail, and she obliviously hummed to herself while tightly holding onto the whiskey bottle in her hand. She finally noticed us standing in the doorway, and flashed us a wide grin. I immediately became alarmed. She may have been grinning at us, but her eyes were desperately screaming.

"Hey guys! Guess what!" Suddenly her face fell, and closely matched the emotion in her eyes, "my family just called, an' guess what!"

I carefully and slowly inched closer to her. I knew that too much crazy movement would make her antsy and even more insane. "What?" I sweetly asked.

"Dad's dyin'!" she screeched, "can ya believe it?! Cancer!" She flew her arms around, as if she was questioning the cruel world, the whiskey swishing in the bottle. I shockingly looked at her, and the other Hobbits stared at her in fright. "They've known since I've come here, but they didn't wanna bother me," she drunkingly scoffed, gulping back a long sip.

The boys cowarded by the door and hesistated in coming inside, for they had never seen Kat like that before. It was strange, the strong Dominic was now meek and speechless for probably the first time in his life. And I, always a little mellower, was now the alpha male, daring to approach my best friend and love without thinking of the things she would throw at my head. It was empowering, and took over me like a tidal wave. I was invinsible, I could do anything. I watched the vulernable Kat dump down on the floor in a saddened huff before taking another splurge.

"Am I two or somethin'?! I deserve to know what's happenin'!" she slurrred, and buckled her knees close, throwing her head in between them. Her hormones angrily bouncing around like crazy, she sat there sobbing her eyes out. The sight before us was something that she would never show to anyone. Even I, who saw every emotion running through her head, did not see her cry like this. I had seen her cry whenever a boyfriend would break up with her, but not to this extent. Silently, I bent down onto my knees to gently touch her shoulder. Her tear soaked face swayed up to stare at me, and she shook as her lip quivered. By now the boys were definitely scared of this new and helpless Kat, and refused to step foot inside. They were used to a strong and sarcastic Kat, one that was a complete joy to be around.

In a flash the scene in the trailer changed. With no warning Kat had fell into me, huddling close to me and sniffling. Her head was nestled in my clothed chest, her trembling hands stroking it, sending chills up my spine. She began to sob, this time her sobs broke down to howls, and I wrapped my arms around her for comfort. She had never done anything like that before, but I did not think that she even knew what she was doing. I calmly shushed her to relax her, and her clutches on my shirt became more tight as I rocked her back and forth and rubbed her arms. After a while her crying seemed to subside a bit, and she kept blubbering her dad's and my names. This was when the boys finally garnered enough courage to step inside, not daring to place even one toe past the table. Kat did not notice one bit, mute tears flew down her face as she sat in stone silence, thinking of her dad and taking advantage of my comfort.

Outside it was pitch black, the clock rang midnight. The boys focused their attention to the empty sky outside, and I couldn't help smiling to myself. Kat would want them to turn their cheeks in a moment like this, one that would reveal her insecure self to the world. Kat seemed to be asleep, but when I slightly moved, her eyes widened in fright and she continued to moan. I bit my lip and finally decided that it was time for her to have proper sleep. I grunted and lifted her up, gently setting her on her bed.

She cried out and whined against it. "Don't leave me," she whispered, grabbing onto me tighter, containing no will to let me go.

I soothingly nodded and tucked her in. "I'm right here," I assured and she tiredly smiled. I think I saw some color return to her cheeks a bit, which was probably a good sign considering how her face was paler than a ghost. She cuddled and curled up closer to me and my warmth, clutching my hand like her life depended on it. I dreamily watched her eyes flutter down and slip into slumber, stroking her hand to make her feel better. She was so beautiful, so open and exposed. I would have kissed her, held her close to me, but I didn't want her to go bezerk. I could normally tell how she would react to something; however, when Kat was like this I had no idea what to do. This side of her was challenging and different, and I had not yet mastered the tricks and loopholes around this.

Sounds filled the quiet trailer and disrupted me from my train of thought. The other Hobbits were reaching down and packing Kat's suitcase for her, and even put away her toothbrush and stuff. Then, Billy and Sean seated themselves on the table, and Dominic sat laid down on the floor close by. They vowed to stay with me and Kat for the rest of the night, not thinking of their own comfy beds. It was sweet of them, to show that much love for Kat. Of course, their love wasn't as big as mine, but similar-on a friendship scale.

I went back to observing the now peacefully distraught Kat, her brows wrinkled in conflicted thought. Dominic noticed the pity and sadness that consumed my love-sick face. "Hey, Mate," he softly replied, reaching over to place a hand on my shoulder, "she's going to be fine." I gave a tiny smile and rested my head on the bed so that it touched Kat's. I hoped so, I really did. For her sake.