A/N: Okay, there was lots of demand for Cinderella, so here she is. Someone suggested I use this to pick on Legolas, but I had a better idea, so, sorry, but I don't pick on Legolas. Lemme place the scene; Legolas, Gimli, and Aragorn are in King Théoden's hall eating lunch with the King, Éomer, and Éowyn. There's the scene, now on with the story...
Fairytale Invasions!
Chapter 5: Cinderella
"Would you like some more wine, Aragorn?"
Aragorn looked up and saw Éowyn standing next to him, a pitcher in her hand and a charming smile on her face. "Um, yes, thank you," Aragorn said nervously. Éowyn poured him a glass, staring at him the entire time with big blue eyes.
"Hey sis, can you get me some?" Éomer asked.
"Get it yourself," Éowyn snapped.
Aragorn concentrated on eating, trying to ignore Éowyn, who had been hovering around him ever since she saw him. It was getting a little annoying. Suddenly the door to the hall opened and a woman waltzed in. She was dressed in a pure white dress, and she was wearing slippers made out of what appeared to be glass.
Everyone in the hall stared at her for a moment, until at last Aragorn found his voice. "Can we help you, lady?"
The woman turned to face him, blue eyes sparkling. "I have come for the ball. Are you the prince?"
"No, I am not the prince, and there is no ball."
The woman stared at him in shock. "Oh but there must be a ball! I have the invitation right here..."
"I am sorry, but you must be in the wrong place. There is no ball here."
The woman's bottom lip began to quiver, and tears began to well up in her eyes. "But then where am I? I'm lost and all alone!" With a sob she fell to her knees beside Aragorn. "Please, kind sir, will you help me?"
Before Aragorn could reply, Éowyn grabbed the woman's arm, pulled her to her feet, and dragged her aside. "Look missy, I don't know what you're game is, but Aragorn's mine," Éowyn hissed.
The woman looked at Éowyn, a little confused. "I don't know what you mean."
"Oh yes you do!" Éowyn snapped. "The man you have been flirting with non-stop, he's mine."
The woman tossed her blonde hair haughtily. "He doesn't seem taken to me."
"Well he will be soon," Éowyn growled.
"Yea, taken by me," the woman sneered.
"And what do you have that I don't?" Éowyn asked threateningly.
"Blonde hair, blue eyes..."
"I have blonde hair and blue eyes, too!"
"A white dress..."
"Got it... and mine's better."
"Oh yea? Well, uh, you don't have glass slippers!"
"I don't have what?!"
"You heard me, glass slippers."
"What kind-of an idiot wears glass slippers?"
"They happen to be very fashionable. Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta get that very hand- er, helpful man to help me find my way home."
The woman tried to walk back to Aragorn, but Éowyn got in her way. "I already told you he's mine," she said coldly. "Now allow me to help you find the way to the door..."
Éowyn grabbed the woman's arm and began dragging her towards the door. The woman pushed Éowyn off her; that was all Éowyn needed. Before the others knew what was happening, both woman were rolling around on the floor beating the tar out of each other.
"Should we break them up?" Legolas asked hesitantly.
"I'd rather steal food from a Warg," Gimli snorted as he watched the fight.
"Gimli's right, we should just stay out of it," Éomer said.
"I hate it when this happens," Aragorn sighed.
Legolas frowned. "When what happens?"
"When women fight over me."
"Oh, yeah, that does get annoying," the Elf prince agreed.
By this time the fight was over, and Éowyn was dragging a very bruised Cinderella towards the door. (Oh come on, you all know she's Cinderella, I might as well use her name!) Éowyn tossed Cinderella onto the street, along with her now-broken glass slippers.
"And don't come back!" Éowyn shouted. She promptly slammed the door shut, then turned towards the others. She had a lovely black eye, a bloody nose, and a cut lip, but she was in much better condition than her opponent. Fixing her hair, she picked up a pitcher. "Wine anyone?"
**puts out plate of cookies** Ahh, I always hated Cinderella. Go Éowyn! Okay people, I seem to be getting over my writer's block, thanks in part to all your lovely reviews! =o) Keep the suggestions coming, I'll try my best to work them into a story. **ArwenStar**
Chapter 5: Cinderella
"Would you like some more wine, Aragorn?"
Aragorn looked up and saw Éowyn standing next to him, a pitcher in her hand and a charming smile on her face. "Um, yes, thank you," Aragorn said nervously. Éowyn poured him a glass, staring at him the entire time with big blue eyes.
"Hey sis, can you get me some?" Éomer asked.
"Get it yourself," Éowyn snapped.
Aragorn concentrated on eating, trying to ignore Éowyn, who had been hovering around him ever since she saw him. It was getting a little annoying. Suddenly the door to the hall opened and a woman waltzed in. She was dressed in a pure white dress, and she was wearing slippers made out of what appeared to be glass.
Everyone in the hall stared at her for a moment, until at last Aragorn found his voice. "Can we help you, lady?"
The woman turned to face him, blue eyes sparkling. "I have come for the ball. Are you the prince?"
"No, I am not the prince, and there is no ball."
The woman stared at him in shock. "Oh but there must be a ball! I have the invitation right here..."
"I am sorry, but you must be in the wrong place. There is no ball here."
The woman's bottom lip began to quiver, and tears began to well up in her eyes. "But then where am I? I'm lost and all alone!" With a sob she fell to her knees beside Aragorn. "Please, kind sir, will you help me?"
Before Aragorn could reply, Éowyn grabbed the woman's arm, pulled her to her feet, and dragged her aside. "Look missy, I don't know what you're game is, but Aragorn's mine," Éowyn hissed.
The woman looked at Éowyn, a little confused. "I don't know what you mean."
"Oh yes you do!" Éowyn snapped. "The man you have been flirting with non-stop, he's mine."
The woman tossed her blonde hair haughtily. "He doesn't seem taken to me."
"Well he will be soon," Éowyn growled.
"Yea, taken by me," the woman sneered.
"And what do you have that I don't?" Éowyn asked threateningly.
"Blonde hair, blue eyes..."
"I have blonde hair and blue eyes, too!"
"A white dress..."
"Got it... and mine's better."
"Oh yea? Well, uh, you don't have glass slippers!"
"I don't have what?!"
"You heard me, glass slippers."
"What kind-of an idiot wears glass slippers?"
"They happen to be very fashionable. Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta get that very hand- er, helpful man to help me find my way home."
The woman tried to walk back to Aragorn, but Éowyn got in her way. "I already told you he's mine," she said coldly. "Now allow me to help you find the way to the door..."
Éowyn grabbed the woman's arm and began dragging her towards the door. The woman pushed Éowyn off her; that was all Éowyn needed. Before the others knew what was happening, both woman were rolling around on the floor beating the tar out of each other.
"Should we break them up?" Legolas asked hesitantly.
"I'd rather steal food from a Warg," Gimli snorted as he watched the fight.
"Gimli's right, we should just stay out of it," Éomer said.
"I hate it when this happens," Aragorn sighed.
Legolas frowned. "When what happens?"
"When women fight over me."
"Oh, yeah, that does get annoying," the Elf prince agreed.
By this time the fight was over, and Éowyn was dragging a very bruised Cinderella towards the door. (Oh come on, you all know she's Cinderella, I might as well use her name!) Éowyn tossed Cinderella onto the street, along with her now-broken glass slippers.
"And don't come back!" Éowyn shouted. She promptly slammed the door shut, then turned towards the others. She had a lovely black eye, a bloody nose, and a cut lip, but she was in much better condition than her opponent. Fixing her hair, she picked up a pitcher. "Wine anyone?"
**puts out plate of cookies** Ahh, I always hated Cinderella. Go Éowyn! Okay people, I seem to be getting over my writer's block, thanks in part to all your lovely reviews! =o) Keep the suggestions coming, I'll try my best to work them into a story. **ArwenStar**
