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Eowyn barely survived the laugh attack she suffered as she struggled to undo the preposterous braid.
That Hobbit sure had a nerve!
I walked calmly down to breakfast, trying to pretend that nothing had happened.
When Merry saw me, he began to uncontrollably snicker.
"What's the matter?" I asked suspiciously, as I glanced up nervously to make sure he wasn't lowering anything onto me.
"You still have a flower in your hair!" He squealed in delight as he pointed out the daisy Eowyn had somehow neglected.
I tried not to laugh myself as I plucked it out, and threw it at my Hobbity friend.
"What was that for?" Merry asked innocently as he leant back in his chair.
"For the spider in my tea."
I was finally starting to outsmart them at last!
I couldn't help feeling rather smug as grabbed an armful of apples and sauntered out towards the stables.
The rest of the day went rather uneventfully.
Everything Pippin or Merry tried I managed to avoid; I knew all the tricks from the last time they had came.
The regular old practical jokes continued for about a week, until Saturday night.
I awoke Sunday morning, feeling very strange.
What was wrong? Was I ill?
I tried to move, but I could not.
I tried to rise, but I could not.
I couldn't even manage to lift my head enough to see the rest of my body.
"Eowyn! Eowyn! Help!" I called as loudly as the arm over my mouth and restricted chest would allow, as I struggled to free myself.
"What's the matter? Faramir?" She hurried into our room. It appeared that she had been making breakfast.
"Help!" I gasped, struggling to move.
"Faramir!" She cried in alarm as she ran to my side.
After a moments inspection, she started to laugh.
"What are you laughing at? This is no time to laugh! Something is seriously wrong!"
I scowled at her accusingly as I tried to move my head.
"I'm sorry!" She gasped as she fell down into a chair beside me.
"You're glued to your sheets!"
"WHAT?!" I was appalled at the idea.
"Yes! I wish you could move your head, for you are captured in a rather amusing position."
The regular old things those dear Hobbits pulled on me were relatively harmless, I was even able to laugh with them about it.
But this, this was going too far.
"How bad is it?" I whined in defeat as jerked my head desperately.
"Your left arm is over your mouth-"
"I know that!" I interrupted, savagely breathing in through my nose.
"-and your other arm is clutching your opposite leg, which is pulled up towards your chest-"
I must look ridiculous.
"-and your other leg is flexed out, oh Faramir! I'm so sorry, I just can't help myself!"
Eowyn was doubled over with laughter.
Oh my considerate wife.
"And how do you plan on getting me out of this?"
I dreaded the answer.
"I was thinking I could peel the bedsheets off of you..."
"No!" I cried in alarm.
Too painful.
So, while those evil hobbits were eating second breakfast, I was having buckets of soapy splashed over me.
"Is it working?" I asked though a mouthful of arm and soap.
"I can't tell..."
By the fifteenth bucket I was pretty sure I was going to drown.
"Alright!" She crowed triumphantly after another soak, "I'm going to peel them off now."
I winced in anticipation of the pain.
It actually wasn't as bad as I had thought it was going to be.
I could still feel the remnants of the glue in and around my ears and toes though for the next few days.
I came down to lunch very damp and very sticky.
My two lovely hobbit friends looked up at me with surprise.
"Well, I would like an explanation, if you please." I spat sharply as I took a scalding mouthful of tea.
The Hobbits eyes widened.
"We didn't do anything this time! Honest!" Pippin gulped, frightened at the expression on my face.
"What did happen to you?" Merry asked with mild interest, as he stuffed several different things at once into his mouth.
These Hobbits sure did have a nerve.
"Which one of you laced my sheets with glue last night?"
Merry choked.
Pippin gave him a few good pats on the back.
"Can't believe we didn't think of that one!" He cried in pleasure as he refilled my cup.
I fished out the unfortunate cricket.
Pippin laughed nervously as I waved it in his face.
"Oh get over it!" Eowyn laughed as she swept into the room, "You must admit, it was rather funny!"
Oh my supportive wife!
"Goowd mowning." Little Faramir mumbled groggily as he stumbled in, bleary eyed, to lunch.
It was hard to miss the dried glue on his hands.
I had a hard time controlling myself.
I reasoned with myself: Little Faramir was naturally the sweetest child the world had ever known! Of course! I would not even entertain the idea that a little Hobbit named for me could do something so cruel.
It was just a strange coincidence.
It had to be.
What will happen next?
Is little Faramir up to something?
Will big Faramir survive the next practical joke?
Author's Note:
If you have any ideas for more tortures for poor Faramir, drop me a PM or write me a review and let me know.
I will give you credit for any ideas of yours that I use!
I will try to get the next chapter up as soon as I can! Promise! :D
