~~A/N: De, Kris, Jess. I dedicate this little ditty to you three, for
being my insporation and muses.
Also, in order to understand this fic, you must read the BreeGirls collabs
under the name BreeGirls. Well Duh, Lil.
Disclaimer: Tolkien's, not mine. Hmmm, perhaps he'll sell me Boromir..he's worth at least $1.
You know, sometimes I wonder how I get myself into certain situations. I mean, really. I finally get back from the 6 month study abroad program in Germany, get relaxed, settled, and then it happend.
De, Kris and Jess came over.
Not that that's a bad thing, cause I was so fucking excited to finally see them, I could hardly contain myself. And then the conversation started. What's wrong with a little conversation you ask?
Trying to get those three to talk about anything else besides The Fellowship is like getting a dog to use a litter box.
The minute that thought crossed my mind, I felt terrible, as I used to be the same way, before this damn trip. I think that was also part of the reason I took the trip in the first place. I mean, here I went, and found that with that damn Steward.
The tall, strong, handsome, stubborn, stupid Steward.
See, the problem was, every time I got attached (which is the Cardinal Sin in Lily's book) to him, that mean old, annoying Gandalf sent us back here.
I know I'm not the only one who's noticed that every time Gandalf got sick of the four of us was when we were macking it with the men folk. Want to know what I think? I think he's just really sexually frustraited.
Anyway, I got sick and tired of getting my heart stomped on by some sexually frustraited wizard who obviously had no sense of humor, so I took my happy ass to Germany for six months. At least there, I wouldn't even be able to get transported to Middle Earth. So, quite honestly, I got used to my lack of associations with those bunch of silly men.
Very silly men.
But then, after a while, I did miss everything that I had been through. I missed the gleam of De's eyes after licking the Dunedain. I missed Kristen's lopsided grin after marathon Hobbit sex. I missed the quiet demenor in which Jess handled things. I missed Hobbit hugs from Frodo and Sam. I missed the way Legolas rolled his eyes every time I tried to fight someone (mainly Boromir). I missed Gimli's conversations, and his love for Arwench. And believe it or not, I missed Boromir's smartass comments and his (A/N: this is De's line) fantastic displays of stupidity. I had to get back home, weather I was wanted there or not.
So, I packed my bags once again, said Auf Weidersehen to Deutchland, and broght my happy ass back home.
And now here I am, listening to how De licked the Dunedain for the 1,248,345,765 time. Lucky me.
A/N: yeah, that sucked ass. Oh well, maybe next chapter will be better. Who knows?
Disclaimer: Tolkien's, not mine. Hmmm, perhaps he'll sell me Boromir..he's worth at least $1.
You know, sometimes I wonder how I get myself into certain situations. I mean, really. I finally get back from the 6 month study abroad program in Germany, get relaxed, settled, and then it happend.
De, Kris and Jess came over.
Not that that's a bad thing, cause I was so fucking excited to finally see them, I could hardly contain myself. And then the conversation started. What's wrong with a little conversation you ask?
Trying to get those three to talk about anything else besides The Fellowship is like getting a dog to use a litter box.
The minute that thought crossed my mind, I felt terrible, as I used to be the same way, before this damn trip. I think that was also part of the reason I took the trip in the first place. I mean, here I went, and found that with that damn Steward.
The tall, strong, handsome, stubborn, stupid Steward.
See, the problem was, every time I got attached (which is the Cardinal Sin in Lily's book) to him, that mean old, annoying Gandalf sent us back here.
I know I'm not the only one who's noticed that every time Gandalf got sick of the four of us was when we were macking it with the men folk. Want to know what I think? I think he's just really sexually frustraited.
Anyway, I got sick and tired of getting my heart stomped on by some sexually frustraited wizard who obviously had no sense of humor, so I took my happy ass to Germany for six months. At least there, I wouldn't even be able to get transported to Middle Earth. So, quite honestly, I got used to my lack of associations with those bunch of silly men.
Very silly men.
But then, after a while, I did miss everything that I had been through. I missed the gleam of De's eyes after licking the Dunedain. I missed Kristen's lopsided grin after marathon Hobbit sex. I missed the quiet demenor in which Jess handled things. I missed Hobbit hugs from Frodo and Sam. I missed the way Legolas rolled his eyes every time I tried to fight someone (mainly Boromir). I missed Gimli's conversations, and his love for Arwench. And believe it or not, I missed Boromir's smartass comments and his (A/N: this is De's line) fantastic displays of stupidity. I had to get back home, weather I was wanted there or not.
So, I packed my bags once again, said Auf Weidersehen to Deutchland, and broght my happy ass back home.
And now here I am, listening to how De licked the Dunedain for the 1,248,345,765 time. Lucky me.
A/N: yeah, that sucked ass. Oh well, maybe next chapter will be better. Who knows?