HEY HEY HEY!!!!! HELEN! Yep you heard me! Helen! You'd better be reading
this. Considering I went to all the trouble of sending you a link when I
could barely see what I was doing last night. My head still aches. *Groan*
Thanks to Kate for making me go out last night and drink just a tad too much. (Ok slightly more than a tad) So that I actually feel pretty crappy at the moment. But we were out to celebrate something! Kate's getting married! *Big hug to Kate & Boyfriend Ryan* And get this for coincidence, they booked it the day I wrote about the stag night! Spooky eh?
So aside from congrats to Kate & Ryan that's all I can give. So don't sue me. Cos I own zilch.
The Morning After
Aragorn groaned. His head was pounding, as though a marching band had decided to take up residence in his head. (A/N: I know EXACTLY how he feels!) He shivered, feeling cold. He tried to stand and then found he couldn't, as his legs felt as though they had the bones removed from them. He groaned again, and then looked down at his legs in disgust. Then his eyes widened. His legs were bare! As was the rest of him!
He tried to move and discovered he couldn't. Not from his legs feeling like jelly, but the handcuffs that were chaining him to an object he'd never seen before. Fortunately for him, the only lamppost ever to exist in Middle Earth happened to be inside his bedroom. "Kate!" He cried.
***
Three hours later and everyone who had attended the stag party were finally beginning to see straight. Everyone bar Kate who seemed to be fine, no evidence of a hangover whatsoever. "Bunch of wimps!" She declared as they sat down (or in Gandalf's case fell down) for breakfast.
Gimli turned up last to breakfast. Not from overindulgence of alcohol though. Kate raised an eyebrow as he eventually trotted into the room.
"Nice night?" Kate enquired.
Gimli sat down and grinned at Kate, before helping himself to the food laid out before him.
"And what was her name?" Kate asked.
Gimli paused for a moment, his eyes twinkling, before answering with a question of his own, "Which one?"
***
"Enjoyed that did you?"
"S'alright. What was with the lamppost in the bedroom then?"
"Come on, I couldn't have a future king chained to a lamppost with no clothes on in the middle of his city!"
"Spoilsport."
"Anyway, hen night next. Get you some practise for your own."
"I'm not having strippers at my own."
"What?!?!?"
"No way."
"You don't get a choice in the matter Kate. You will have strippers. Just because it's your hen night, doesn't mean you get to decide on what happens. You should know that!"
"NO strippers..."
"Says the girl who just demanded them for Middle Earth, chained a NAKED Aragorn to a lamppost after stripping him with a little help from Merry and Pippin and will be holding a hen night for Arwen with male elf strippers in attendance."
"Male elf strippers?! How did you manage that?"
"My wild imagination knows no bounds..."
"Yeah right..."
"Ok ok, one of my reviewers said it."
"OUR reviewers, and I think you'll find they WROTE it."
"Hey! This is my story dammit! I'll say what I want to say! Right!"
"Yeah. Whatever."
"Hey where are you going?!"
"Off to organise a party remember?"
"No need to be sarcastic with me, Kate. I can still make Aragorn say 'off with her head!' y'know."
"Yeah. As if you would."
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
"You can't kill me. No real life hen night then."
"Wouldn't bother me after the headache I got from last night."
"Wimp."
"Shuttup."
"What time did you go home again wimp?"
"Oh go away and organise the party."
"Hehehehe."
"Oh Kate?"
"What now?"
"Well done on Gimli. 'Bout time he got the girl."
"Girls. Gimli's a pulling machine."
"Seriously?"
"Oh yeah. Very smooth. After they did their show for Aragorn, Gimli was the man they went after."
"Dwarf, even."
"Whatever. Didn't you always wonder why Galadriel was nuts about him?"
"Ahhh. That'll be why she left her husband in Middle Earth after she sailed."
"Exactly."
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Hen night next folks. R&R please. especially you Helen!
Please review.
You know you want to.
Don't you appreciate the fact that typing is making my head ache?
Can't you see the sacrifices I'm making for you people, dammit!
Mixing drinks kids. As I'm sure the fellowship would now agree.
Don't do it.
Going back to bed now.
*Ouch*
Thanks to Kate for making me go out last night and drink just a tad too much. (Ok slightly more than a tad) So that I actually feel pretty crappy at the moment. But we were out to celebrate something! Kate's getting married! *Big hug to Kate & Boyfriend Ryan* And get this for coincidence, they booked it the day I wrote about the stag night! Spooky eh?
So aside from congrats to Kate & Ryan that's all I can give. So don't sue me. Cos I own zilch.
The Morning After
Aragorn groaned. His head was pounding, as though a marching band had decided to take up residence in his head. (A/N: I know EXACTLY how he feels!) He shivered, feeling cold. He tried to stand and then found he couldn't, as his legs felt as though they had the bones removed from them. He groaned again, and then looked down at his legs in disgust. Then his eyes widened. His legs were bare! As was the rest of him!
He tried to move and discovered he couldn't. Not from his legs feeling like jelly, but the handcuffs that were chaining him to an object he'd never seen before. Fortunately for him, the only lamppost ever to exist in Middle Earth happened to be inside his bedroom. "Kate!" He cried.
***
Three hours later and everyone who had attended the stag party were finally beginning to see straight. Everyone bar Kate who seemed to be fine, no evidence of a hangover whatsoever. "Bunch of wimps!" She declared as they sat down (or in Gandalf's case fell down) for breakfast.
Gimli turned up last to breakfast. Not from overindulgence of alcohol though. Kate raised an eyebrow as he eventually trotted into the room.
"Nice night?" Kate enquired.
Gimli sat down and grinned at Kate, before helping himself to the food laid out before him.
"And what was her name?" Kate asked.
Gimli paused for a moment, his eyes twinkling, before answering with a question of his own, "Which one?"
***
"Enjoyed that did you?"
"S'alright. What was with the lamppost in the bedroom then?"
"Come on, I couldn't have a future king chained to a lamppost with no clothes on in the middle of his city!"
"Spoilsport."
"Anyway, hen night next. Get you some practise for your own."
"I'm not having strippers at my own."
"What?!?!?"
"No way."
"You don't get a choice in the matter Kate. You will have strippers. Just because it's your hen night, doesn't mean you get to decide on what happens. You should know that!"
"NO strippers..."
"Says the girl who just demanded them for Middle Earth, chained a NAKED Aragorn to a lamppost after stripping him with a little help from Merry and Pippin and will be holding a hen night for Arwen with male elf strippers in attendance."
"Male elf strippers?! How did you manage that?"
"My wild imagination knows no bounds..."
"Yeah right..."
"Ok ok, one of my reviewers said it."
"OUR reviewers, and I think you'll find they WROTE it."
"Hey! This is my story dammit! I'll say what I want to say! Right!"
"Yeah. Whatever."
"Hey where are you going?!"
"Off to organise a party remember?"
"No need to be sarcastic with me, Kate. I can still make Aragorn say 'off with her head!' y'know."
"Yeah. As if you would."
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
"You can't kill me. No real life hen night then."
"Wouldn't bother me after the headache I got from last night."
"Wimp."
"Shuttup."
"What time did you go home again wimp?"
"Oh go away and organise the party."
"Hehehehe."
"Oh Kate?"
"What now?"
"Well done on Gimli. 'Bout time he got the girl."
"Girls. Gimli's a pulling machine."
"Seriously?"
"Oh yeah. Very smooth. After they did their show for Aragorn, Gimli was the man they went after."
"Dwarf, even."
"Whatever. Didn't you always wonder why Galadriel was nuts about him?"
"Ahhh. That'll be why she left her husband in Middle Earth after she sailed."
"Exactly."
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Hen night next folks. R&R please. especially you Helen!
Please review.
You know you want to.
Don't you appreciate the fact that typing is making my head ache?
Can't you see the sacrifices I'm making for you people, dammit!
Mixing drinks kids. As I'm sure the fellowship would now agree.
Don't do it.
Going back to bed now.
*Ouch*