1 Chapter 14
"Go on." Robyn pleaded.
"I can't." said Legolas.
"Please."
"I can't!"
"For me?"
"What's it got to do with you?" she gave him a 'STUPID!' look.
"DUH! I AM your stepdaughter. Well, nearly."
"I'm too nervous."
"There's nothing to be nervous about."
"I think you might be just a little bit wrong on that one."
"It's just a question!" Legolas sighed.
"Fine. But, when I die of embarrassment, you will suffer!"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just go and do it. You'll be fine! Trust me."
"Trust you? Do I really look that stupid? Wait, don't answer that one." He took a deep breath. 'There's nothing to it. Just go over there, ask the question, get an answer, and come back. Simple. OK, I'm ready. He walked over to Michelle and opened his mouth to speak, but Aragorn called her out of the room at exactly the same time. He could have screamed. He'd just got himself worked up to do it and now his chance was gone. 'DAMN YOU!' Seeing that he was just about to speak, Michelle smiled and apologised. (A/N: She dies a lot of that, doesn't she?)
"Sorry! I'll be back in a minute. Just wait there. Sorry!" And she ran out of the room. Robyn walked over to Legolas.
"Don't worry." She said, sympathetically. "Just think of it this way. You, now, have more time to prepare yourself. You know. How you're going to ask her and whatever else there is to prepare." He smiled, grimly. Just then, a girl, who looked about 18 years old, possibly a little bit older, walked into the room, carrying a lot of bags.
"Hi everyone!" she said, cheerfully. Legolas, Gimli, Faramir and the hobbits stared at her in disbelief. Robyn raised an eyebrow.
"And you are?" she said, scornfully. It was the girl's turn to stare. She dropped her bags in shock.
"Michelle?" she whispered.
"Actually, I'm-" Robyn began.
"Oh my Eru! How are you and where the hell did you get the eternal youth spell from? I searched for that for years!"
"Would you mind not interrupting?!" snapped Robyn. "Thank you. As I was saying, I am not Michelle. I'm her daughter Robyn. And I'll ask you again, who are you?" She didn't want to have to ask her for a third time. She might just lose her temper.
"Robyn?" the girl started to laugh at herself. "Of course you are! I'm sorry, it's just you look so much like your mother, and we both used to search for the eternal youth spell in all the spare time that we had. I was forgetting that you're 15, now. Gosh, when I last saw you, you were a baby." Robyn was getting very impatient. "Anyway, you don't know me." 'You don't say? I'd never have guessed.' The girl held out her hand. "I'm Mary- Jo." Robyn's mouth fell open. She shook the girl's hand, self-consciously.
"You're Mary-Jo? Oh crap! I'm so sorry! I was so rude! I hope Mom doesn't find out about this!" she paused for thought. "But, you're the same age as Mom, so why do you look about 18?"
"Oh, you don't age in the Havens." She explained. "And I went there when I was 18, therefor I still look like a teenager. But, I'm back now. So, how are you all?" she asked, just as Michelle walked back into the room, and the others stayed silent. When she saw Mary-Jo, Michelle screamed.
"MARY-JO!" She turned to Michelle and grinned.
" 'CHELLE!" She shouted, half mocking her best friend. Michelle ran over to her and threw her arms around her neck.
"You're back! I can't believe it! How are you? Why are you here? How were the Havens? What's it like? Are you still with Frodo? And why do you only look half your actual age?" She finally took a breath. She said it so fast that only Robyn and Mary-Jo understood her (they were used to the way Michelle spoke). To the others, it just sounded like a blur, even to Legolas.
"I'm fine, I wanted to see you all again, it was great, it's gorgeous, yes and you don't age there." She replied. "You'd love it." The others presumed these were the answers to the questions. Michelle laughed.
"You haven't changed then?! Still the same old Mary-Jo.
"Here, less of the old, thank you!"
"Self conscious, as ever."
"Of course." The others were still silent.
"Well, don't just stand there gawping!" said Michelle. "Take her bags or something. The poor girl must be exhausted." Sam suddenly snapped out of the trance he was in and was grinning, broadly. He'd never been happier to see Mary-Jo in his life.
"If you're here, then…"
"Yes, he's here too." She sighed. "And Gandalf. They're bringing the rest of my stuff up."
"The rest?" said Robyn. "But you've got seven suitcases there, already!"
"You don't think I could go to the Havens and NOT do a bit of shopping, do you? Well, I did do some shopping, and I wasn't exactly going to leave it all there now, was I?" And at that, Frodo and Gandalf stumbled through the door, carrying 10 bags each, easily.
"MISTER FRODO! YOU'RE BACK! I KNEW YOU LOVED YOUR SAM!" he cried as Frodo threw the bags down on the floor. He glared at them with hatred.
"How many more times, Sam?" said Mary-Jo, agitatedly. "He's MY mister Frodo."
"Quite literally." Added Frodo. "Hullo Sam and Merry and Pippin. What are you all doing here? You're meant to be in the Shire. And I thought that Legolas went back to Mirkwood, and Gimli to… well, anyway, you know what I mean. Why are you all here?"
"It's a LONG story." Said Aragorn. Sam looked at Mary-Jo and Frodo, suspiciously.
"What do you mean, Mr. Frodo? Quite literally." The two of them went red. Gandalf had obviously seen this many times before, as he sighed irritably.
"They've been married for about 7 years, now." He said, monotonously.
"Married?" said Michelle. "Mary-Jo that's wonderful! Congratulations! And you, of course, Frodo. Though, I can't help feeling sorry for you." She looked at Mary-Jo. "Only joking! I'm very happy for you!" she added, quickly.
Robyn looked at Legolas. She elbowed him in the ribs, hard.
"OOWWWWWW!!!" he cried. "What was that for?!"
"Ask her!" she hissed. "Don't mind us." She said to everyone else. "Just payback. He hid my make-up, this morning, and I haven't had a chance to get him back, yet." He shot a, playful, dirty look at Robyn and then moved away from her.
"Michelle, can I talk to you now, please?" he said, desperately.
"Oh sorry, of course. You were going to say something earlier, weren't you?" But, before she went up to him she looked at Mary-Jo. "Oh yeah, just so you know. We're back together. It's complicated, I'll tell you later." She, then, walked over to him. "Now then, what was it you wanted?" He took a deep breath and shut his eyes. He didn't want to watch her reaction.
"Michelle, will you marry me?"
*****
A/N: OK, so it was blatantly obvious that that was what he was going to ask her, but I just decided to be dodgy. I hope you enjoyed that.
GoT: Was that to your satisfaction? You'll have to tell me what married life is like. But, to Frodo? Ewww! Oh well, each to her own, I suppose. Oh yeah, I've finished TFE, & I'm still totally in love with Carrot, but I don't hate Angua so much now. You can have the book back on Friday! See you then, chick! xxx
Tafi: You never cease to make me laugh, and that is a talent worth hanging onto! You guessed almost everything in it, except for who the kidnapper was (but it was originally going to be him, but I couldn't figure out a reason for why he waited 15 years! So, WELL DONE!!! Great minds obviously do think alike) I will read LotR: TTT: My Way as soon as I get the time. At the moment, I'm on work experience (three weeks off school, coz I've just had half term as well! YESSSSSSSS!!!) So, I don't have a lot of time to spare, at the moment. But, I promise you, as soon as I do; I will r&r it. I'm glad you liked LCT and TwoS. I used to like them, but since I've written BN and ANE, I don't like them as much any more.
Amazing typo: I'm glad you like. I hope this chapter lives up to the standard of BN and the rest of ANE!
Well, I think now would be a damn good time to shut my cakehole and get on with next chapter. Shall I tell you what to be prepared for? Oh, go on then. Michelle's hen night. Ooh, the possibilities! I think it's fair to say that ANE will have the right to be called a humour fic after chapter 15. Well, I hope it will. OK, I really will shut up now. BTW, if you have any ideas for the hen night, I will put them in, and I will give you recognition (well, I will if I remember!) Anywayz, yep, definitely going now. BYE!
Luvs Elfie xXxXx
PS. OK, so maybe the WHOLE story won't be that short, but I won't be as long as BN either! That I can tell you!!!
PPS. I think it's kind of obvious now that she said yes, since I'm going to do her hen night. Just thought I'd say. See, I'm not TOTALLY stupid. Pippin and me would still get on very well, though.
"Go on." Robyn pleaded.
"I can't." said Legolas.
"Please."
"I can't!"
"For me?"
"What's it got to do with you?" she gave him a 'STUPID!' look.
"DUH! I AM your stepdaughter. Well, nearly."
"I'm too nervous."
"There's nothing to be nervous about."
"I think you might be just a little bit wrong on that one."
"It's just a question!" Legolas sighed.
"Fine. But, when I die of embarrassment, you will suffer!"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just go and do it. You'll be fine! Trust me."
"Trust you? Do I really look that stupid? Wait, don't answer that one." He took a deep breath. 'There's nothing to it. Just go over there, ask the question, get an answer, and come back. Simple. OK, I'm ready. He walked over to Michelle and opened his mouth to speak, but Aragorn called her out of the room at exactly the same time. He could have screamed. He'd just got himself worked up to do it and now his chance was gone. 'DAMN YOU!' Seeing that he was just about to speak, Michelle smiled and apologised. (A/N: She dies a lot of that, doesn't she?)
"Sorry! I'll be back in a minute. Just wait there. Sorry!" And she ran out of the room. Robyn walked over to Legolas.
"Don't worry." She said, sympathetically. "Just think of it this way. You, now, have more time to prepare yourself. You know. How you're going to ask her and whatever else there is to prepare." He smiled, grimly. Just then, a girl, who looked about 18 years old, possibly a little bit older, walked into the room, carrying a lot of bags.
"Hi everyone!" she said, cheerfully. Legolas, Gimli, Faramir and the hobbits stared at her in disbelief. Robyn raised an eyebrow.
"And you are?" she said, scornfully. It was the girl's turn to stare. She dropped her bags in shock.
"Michelle?" she whispered.
"Actually, I'm-" Robyn began.
"Oh my Eru! How are you and where the hell did you get the eternal youth spell from? I searched for that for years!"
"Would you mind not interrupting?!" snapped Robyn. "Thank you. As I was saying, I am not Michelle. I'm her daughter Robyn. And I'll ask you again, who are you?" She didn't want to have to ask her for a third time. She might just lose her temper.
"Robyn?" the girl started to laugh at herself. "Of course you are! I'm sorry, it's just you look so much like your mother, and we both used to search for the eternal youth spell in all the spare time that we had. I was forgetting that you're 15, now. Gosh, when I last saw you, you were a baby." Robyn was getting very impatient. "Anyway, you don't know me." 'You don't say? I'd never have guessed.' The girl held out her hand. "I'm Mary- Jo." Robyn's mouth fell open. She shook the girl's hand, self-consciously.
"You're Mary-Jo? Oh crap! I'm so sorry! I was so rude! I hope Mom doesn't find out about this!" she paused for thought. "But, you're the same age as Mom, so why do you look about 18?"
"Oh, you don't age in the Havens." She explained. "And I went there when I was 18, therefor I still look like a teenager. But, I'm back now. So, how are you all?" she asked, just as Michelle walked back into the room, and the others stayed silent. When she saw Mary-Jo, Michelle screamed.
"MARY-JO!" She turned to Michelle and grinned.
" 'CHELLE!" She shouted, half mocking her best friend. Michelle ran over to her and threw her arms around her neck.
"You're back! I can't believe it! How are you? Why are you here? How were the Havens? What's it like? Are you still with Frodo? And why do you only look half your actual age?" She finally took a breath. She said it so fast that only Robyn and Mary-Jo understood her (they were used to the way Michelle spoke). To the others, it just sounded like a blur, even to Legolas.
"I'm fine, I wanted to see you all again, it was great, it's gorgeous, yes and you don't age there." She replied. "You'd love it." The others presumed these were the answers to the questions. Michelle laughed.
"You haven't changed then?! Still the same old Mary-Jo.
"Here, less of the old, thank you!"
"Self conscious, as ever."
"Of course." The others were still silent.
"Well, don't just stand there gawping!" said Michelle. "Take her bags or something. The poor girl must be exhausted." Sam suddenly snapped out of the trance he was in and was grinning, broadly. He'd never been happier to see Mary-Jo in his life.
"If you're here, then…"
"Yes, he's here too." She sighed. "And Gandalf. They're bringing the rest of my stuff up."
"The rest?" said Robyn. "But you've got seven suitcases there, already!"
"You don't think I could go to the Havens and NOT do a bit of shopping, do you? Well, I did do some shopping, and I wasn't exactly going to leave it all there now, was I?" And at that, Frodo and Gandalf stumbled through the door, carrying 10 bags each, easily.
"MISTER FRODO! YOU'RE BACK! I KNEW YOU LOVED YOUR SAM!" he cried as Frodo threw the bags down on the floor. He glared at them with hatred.
"How many more times, Sam?" said Mary-Jo, agitatedly. "He's MY mister Frodo."
"Quite literally." Added Frodo. "Hullo Sam and Merry and Pippin. What are you all doing here? You're meant to be in the Shire. And I thought that Legolas went back to Mirkwood, and Gimli to… well, anyway, you know what I mean. Why are you all here?"
"It's a LONG story." Said Aragorn. Sam looked at Mary-Jo and Frodo, suspiciously.
"What do you mean, Mr. Frodo? Quite literally." The two of them went red. Gandalf had obviously seen this many times before, as he sighed irritably.
"They've been married for about 7 years, now." He said, monotonously.
"Married?" said Michelle. "Mary-Jo that's wonderful! Congratulations! And you, of course, Frodo. Though, I can't help feeling sorry for you." She looked at Mary-Jo. "Only joking! I'm very happy for you!" she added, quickly.
Robyn looked at Legolas. She elbowed him in the ribs, hard.
"OOWWWWWW!!!" he cried. "What was that for?!"
"Ask her!" she hissed. "Don't mind us." She said to everyone else. "Just payback. He hid my make-up, this morning, and I haven't had a chance to get him back, yet." He shot a, playful, dirty look at Robyn and then moved away from her.
"Michelle, can I talk to you now, please?" he said, desperately.
"Oh sorry, of course. You were going to say something earlier, weren't you?" But, before she went up to him she looked at Mary-Jo. "Oh yeah, just so you know. We're back together. It's complicated, I'll tell you later." She, then, walked over to him. "Now then, what was it you wanted?" He took a deep breath and shut his eyes. He didn't want to watch her reaction.
"Michelle, will you marry me?"
*****
A/N: OK, so it was blatantly obvious that that was what he was going to ask her, but I just decided to be dodgy. I hope you enjoyed that.
GoT: Was that to your satisfaction? You'll have to tell me what married life is like. But, to Frodo? Ewww! Oh well, each to her own, I suppose. Oh yeah, I've finished TFE, & I'm still totally in love with Carrot, but I don't hate Angua so much now. You can have the book back on Friday! See you then, chick! xxx
Tafi: You never cease to make me laugh, and that is a talent worth hanging onto! You guessed almost everything in it, except for who the kidnapper was (but it was originally going to be him, but I couldn't figure out a reason for why he waited 15 years! So, WELL DONE!!! Great minds obviously do think alike) I will read LotR: TTT: My Way as soon as I get the time. At the moment, I'm on work experience (three weeks off school, coz I've just had half term as well! YESSSSSSSS!!!) So, I don't have a lot of time to spare, at the moment. But, I promise you, as soon as I do; I will r&r it. I'm glad you liked LCT and TwoS. I used to like them, but since I've written BN and ANE, I don't like them as much any more.
Amazing typo: I'm glad you like. I hope this chapter lives up to the standard of BN and the rest of ANE!
Well, I think now would be a damn good time to shut my cakehole and get on with next chapter. Shall I tell you what to be prepared for? Oh, go on then. Michelle's hen night. Ooh, the possibilities! I think it's fair to say that ANE will have the right to be called a humour fic after chapter 15. Well, I hope it will. OK, I really will shut up now. BTW, if you have any ideas for the hen night, I will put them in, and I will give you recognition (well, I will if I remember!) Anywayz, yep, definitely going now. BYE!
Luvs Elfie xXxXx
PS. OK, so maybe the WHOLE story won't be that short, but I won't be as long as BN either! That I can tell you!!!
PPS. I think it's kind of obvious now that she said yes, since I'm going to do her hen night. Just thought I'd say. See, I'm not TOTALLY stupid. Pippin and me would still get on very well, though.