I thought Helm's Deep was supposed to be a big, exciting fortress, where action was happening every single second, and that I wouldn't even be able to eat lunch, because so much drama was going on. As it turned out, I was too busy to take a break, but for a different reason than I hoped... I, the niece of King Theoden, had to help peasants carry boxes of assorted supplies into whichever room they went to.
Yes, it truly was a task worthy of a close relative of the ruler of Rohan.
I was carrying a load of blankets into an old woman's chamber, when I came across Legolas giving Aragorn back the Evanstar. He must have just returned, because his shoulder had a huge gash on his arm, and he and Legolas had their arms on each other's shoulders.
Trying to stifle a giggle, I remembered how the first time Hannah and I had shown Erica the Two Towers movie, we convinced her that the two guys were in love…
"Aragorn!" I called, needing to break up their reunion after such a disturbing thought. "I'm glad to see you!"
Eowyn was supposed to make a big stink about being shut in with the women and children, but I saw no reason to risk my neck out on the battlefield. Besides, it wasn't like he would have done anything if I had said anything anyways. Fighting wasn't really my thing… even the blood crusted on his arm was enough to make me queasy.
My train of thought wandered to Pelennor fields. I knew that I was supposed to go up against the Witch-king, but the prospect of that made me want to run and hide under someone's bed! Maybe I could avoid that, somehow…
Note from Erica (Not an A/N, since Erica didn't write this chapter, Hannah wrote this chapter): Yes, it's true, Hannah and Olivia convinced me Aragorn and Legolas were gay when they forced me to watch these super geeky movies with them. Funny story about that, actually. I hadn't seen LotR before, and considered it the dorkiest thing next to Star Wars. So when Hannah invited me over to watch all three of them, I tried every excuse I could think of to get out of going. Finally, Hannah convinced me just to come, and I did. I did everything in my best efforts to avoid actually paying attention to the movies, because I didn't actually want to like them. And I successfully accomplished not paying attention at all (Although I did fall in love with Brego and Shadowfax).
About a month later, Hannah invited Sydney and I over for a sleepover. As is custom at all of our sleepovers, we played a game of truth or dare (although this one was the boring, girly version). Feeling giggly, Sydney asked me the truth question, "What kind of guys do you like?" So, I went on describing someone "Fairly tall, with brown hair a little longer than usual for guys (just above shoulder length), with a slight stubble, somewhat romantic but very brave and heroic." Hannah glanced down at me and said, "Like Aragorn?" My response?
"Who's Aragorn?"
"You know, the guy from Lord of the Rings!"
Blank stare.
"You pretty much just described him," Hannah informed me.
"Oh!" I realized, "You mean that guy who turns evil and tries to take the ring but gets shot?"
"What? No! The King guy!"
"You mean the gay guy?"
At that point, Hannah was cracking up. She informed me that Aragorn was not, in fact, gay, and that she was surprised I believed her. The next morning, Hannah made us watch Fellowship with her and Olivia, and pointed out Aragorn specifically (Who I still got confused with Boromir).
And now, 10 months later, look where that got me. Yes, I did just tell you this pointless story which is longer than the actual chapter. Yes, I did tell it for added filler. Yes, I like waffles, yes, I like pancakes, no, I do not like French Toast. That is all.