Well things are getting crazier in this fic. Not particulary in this one, but soon you will start to see OOC characteristics, so remember it was foretold, since for now we've kept in the basic most normal reasons, but soon things will start to change. This is a PARODY. I say it like this so that everyone will know to expect parody traits.
Some details were added at the end of the previous chapter by petition of a few of you so you might want to see it.
11- I hate the cold!
We left Imladris in the middle of bloody winter, the cold was so intense it would bite at your skin day and night, and the pathetic excuse for a blanket is little to no help at nights. I think passing over Caradhras was one of the worst moments of my life. They don't call it Cradhras the Cruel for nothing! I personally don't like the cold, at all, I hate it! Caradhras is the cold version of hell. For two days we spent hours freezing our asses! Needless to say I was in a foul mood during that time. Merry and Pippin wanted to lighten the mood by playing with snowballs. As we ascended thru the mountain and one of Merry's snowballs hit me on the back of the head. I turned around and I knew the hobbit could see the very fires of hell in my eyes. The poor hobbit stared at me in terror for about three seconds before darting away. I could feel my blood boiling as I started to run after the terrified hobbit. I picked up snow as I ran, made the biggest snowball I could and threw it at Merry with so much strength that I knocked him out for a few minutes. No one was aware of what had happened since we were on the back of the group so I took this chance to call Aragorn and excuse myself saying that I got a bit carried away in the game and threw the snowball a bit too hard. Since none of them had seen what had really happened and I had given Pippin a look that said" You're a dead hobbit if you tell a single soul about it," I was spared the scolding.
Later on we reached the part where more than half my body was buried under the snow. It didn't help at all that I was not as tall as the rest of the men in the group, and no one was willing to carry me like they were carrying the hobbits. I had asked Legolas to carry me since he was not carrying anyone else but he just smirked and continued walking, leaving me behind with snow almost reaching my neck. I blushed madly but the second I got the chance to use the sheath of my sword to trip him, I did, and the elf came tumbling down into the snow. I was actually very proud of myself for actually making an elf fall face first into the snow. Yet to my surprise, he didn't glare at me as I had thought he would. He simply smiled and chuckled before getting up and continuing. I was dumbstruck to say the least but apparently the elf found it amusing that I, a mere human girl, could manage such an act, or maybe he was just in a very good mood. As a reward, a few hours later the elf offered to carry me on his back. Maybe it was because he was warming up to me, or maybe it was because I was pitifully crying my soul out in despair when I could not take it any longer. I think the last one is the most probable, but either way, the elf came and offered me his help. I was shocked out of my freezing ass, but I was not going to question him. And that is the story of the time I got to ride Legolas! And I know what you fangirls are thinking, but no…I wish… I really wish… but no. *sigh*
My mind is in time out, my brain cells burnt because of horrible exams and other works, so I really just can't think of anything to say, so good night, or good day, depending on where you are now :)