Okay, you requested it, Kazza, so here it is... Arwen and Eowyn argue over whose man is better. This is the first chapter. I'll post the second one when I'm done with it and if I get enough reviews. thanks for reading! Please R/R.
Dear Eowyn,
My man is so much better than your stupid Faramir. I told you I'd end up with Aragorn.
Arwen
Dear Arwen,
Faramir is kind, sweet, and cute. He is much better than Aragorn. That guy must be seventy years old by now!
Eowyn
Dear Eowyn,
Aragorn is tall, dark, and handsome and very young looking. You married a dumb blonde. Wanna hear a dumb blonde joke? Ok. What did the dumb blonde say when he walked through a building? Ouch.
Arwen
Dear Arwen,
Ha ha. That was not funny. How long did it take you to figure out the punchline? A year?
I really can't believe Aragorn married you. Oh well, it is not my problem. Faramir is a wonderful husband and could kick Aragorn's ass anytime.
Eowyn
Dear Eowyn,
You're on.
Arwen
Dear Arwen,
On what? I am drug free and proud.
Eowyn
Dear Eowyn,
Are you sure about that? I meant I bet you one hundred gold and a new horse that Aragorn could defeat Faramir in anything.
Arwen
Dear Arwen,
You're on.
Eowyn
Aragorn and Faramir walked through a hallway after a meeting. Some mail guy had been complaining that Aragorn owed his mail service money for a delivery from Rivendell to Moria. In the end, Aragorn had been forced to kill the guy and hide the body. (see Love Letters)
Faramir turned to Aragorn. "I can't believe what Arwen and Eowyn have been doing."
Aragorn nodded. "Writing letters to each other." He shook his head. "They live in the same building."
"They must really hate each other to not be able to talk."
From down the hall came the sounds of running feet on the marble floor. Arwen and Eowyn rounded a corner, panting.
"Oh boy," Aragorn breathed.
Eowyn shoved Arwen to the side and ran up to Faramir. Arwen ran up to Aragorn. She ended up sliding past him since the marble tiles provided no friction.
"Dearest." Arwen panted as she jogged up to Aragorn's position.
"Faramir!" Eowyn said. "I bet Arwen that you could beat Aragorn in anything."
"Uh..." Faramir stared at his wife.
Arwen nodded. "So. What will you beat Faramir in?" she shot a hate-laden glance at Eowyn.
"Uh..."
"Whaddaya mean 'uh...'"
"Well, I, um, I'm kinda busy, being the king and all... so..."
"You'll find time!" Arwen smiled. "Good."
"I can't wait until you kick Aragorn's ass!" Eowyn said to Faramir.
"No. Aragorn will win."
"Faramir."
"Aragorn"
"Faramir."
Aragorn turned to Faramir. "Maybe I'll run away and live as a dish washer at the Prancing Pony."
Faramir nodded. "I'll come."
Stay tuned for... the match... okay reviewers... which would you like Aragorn and Faramir to play...
Baseball
Super Smash Brothers Melee (which means I'll hafta write it when I actually can buy it)
The Lord of the Rings Board Game
or....
They run away to Bree and hide
please vote!
Dear Eowyn,
My man is so much better than your stupid Faramir. I told you I'd end up with Aragorn.
Arwen
Dear Arwen,
Faramir is kind, sweet, and cute. He is much better than Aragorn. That guy must be seventy years old by now!
Eowyn
Dear Eowyn,
Aragorn is tall, dark, and handsome and very young looking. You married a dumb blonde. Wanna hear a dumb blonde joke? Ok. What did the dumb blonde say when he walked through a building? Ouch.
Arwen
Dear Arwen,
Ha ha. That was not funny. How long did it take you to figure out the punchline? A year?
I really can't believe Aragorn married you. Oh well, it is not my problem. Faramir is a wonderful husband and could kick Aragorn's ass anytime.
Eowyn
Dear Eowyn,
You're on.
Arwen
Dear Arwen,
On what? I am drug free and proud.
Eowyn
Dear Eowyn,
Are you sure about that? I meant I bet you one hundred gold and a new horse that Aragorn could defeat Faramir in anything.
Arwen
Dear Arwen,
You're on.
Eowyn
Aragorn and Faramir walked through a hallway after a meeting. Some mail guy had been complaining that Aragorn owed his mail service money for a delivery from Rivendell to Moria. In the end, Aragorn had been forced to kill the guy and hide the body. (see Love Letters)
Faramir turned to Aragorn. "I can't believe what Arwen and Eowyn have been doing."
Aragorn nodded. "Writing letters to each other." He shook his head. "They live in the same building."
"They must really hate each other to not be able to talk."
From down the hall came the sounds of running feet on the marble floor. Arwen and Eowyn rounded a corner, panting.
"Oh boy," Aragorn breathed.
Eowyn shoved Arwen to the side and ran up to Faramir. Arwen ran up to Aragorn. She ended up sliding past him since the marble tiles provided no friction.
"Dearest." Arwen panted as she jogged up to Aragorn's position.
"Faramir!" Eowyn said. "I bet Arwen that you could beat Aragorn in anything."
"Uh..." Faramir stared at his wife.
Arwen nodded. "So. What will you beat Faramir in?" she shot a hate-laden glance at Eowyn.
"Uh..."
"Whaddaya mean 'uh...'"
"Well, I, um, I'm kinda busy, being the king and all... so..."
"You'll find time!" Arwen smiled. "Good."
"I can't wait until you kick Aragorn's ass!" Eowyn said to Faramir.
"No. Aragorn will win."
"Faramir."
"Aragorn"
"Faramir."
Aragorn turned to Faramir. "Maybe I'll run away and live as a dish washer at the Prancing Pony."
Faramir nodded. "I'll come."
Stay tuned for... the match... okay reviewers... which would you like Aragorn and Faramir to play...
Baseball
Super Smash Brothers Melee (which means I'll hafta write it when I actually can buy it)
The Lord of the Rings Board Game
or....
They run away to Bree and hide
please vote!
