A/N: Sorry for such a long wait guys...But I was having a prob with the
Computer and because school work is hell on earth...so yeah...Your reviews
are greatly appreciated...(Wow...What a way to sound intelligent eh?)
Ok...On to the story.
Chapter 11: Example A) Girl that does not know how to cook, does not mix well with Kitchens.
Tara made her way back to the Palace. She passed Pip and Merry who where sitting on a bench grumbling.
"What's wrong guys?" She asked sweetly, wincing everytime her hand throbbed from the punch she threw at Lilly.
"The cooks gone, and no one's fixing lunch today." Whined Pip.
Tara made a little "oh" face... "I'd be happy to make you some food, guys."
Merry and Pippin looked hopeful and accepted her offer.
(Later in the Kitchen.)
Tara looked at the Elvish cook book.
"How the HELL do they understand this shit?!" She mumbled as she tried to read the elvish language.
She turned around to chop up some mushrooms as the cook book fell onto the floor a few feet from the 'stove.' A small fire soon started to spread about, 5 feet wide.
Tara smelling smoke turned around, "Oh bloody 'ell of all things unholy! WHY ME?!" She screeched as she tried to put the fire out...Only for her dress to catch on fire. "SHIT SHIT, HOT, SHIT!" She ran from the room past Legolas.
Legolas stopped what he was doing a started after her, rugby tackling her to the floor, and putting out the flames on her dress.
"Good one, Tara."
"Mhph, fucph...yumph." Tara mumbled with her face smashed into the carpet.
"What was that?" Legolas asked as her got off her.
"I said, Go Fuck Yourself." Tara replied in mirth.
"Ah, very lady like." He winked at her.
"Yes, I know...I'm sooo good at that."
Merry and Pippin came out of the kitchen, "Fire's out." Merry smiled.
"Ah, thanks guys...Sorry about the food." Tara sheepishly grinned.
"It's not a problem." Pippin said in his thick shire accent.
Chapter 11: Example A) Girl that does not know how to cook, does not mix well with Kitchens.
Tara made her way back to the Palace. She passed Pip and Merry who where sitting on a bench grumbling.
"What's wrong guys?" She asked sweetly, wincing everytime her hand throbbed from the punch she threw at Lilly.
"The cooks gone, and no one's fixing lunch today." Whined Pip.
Tara made a little "oh" face... "I'd be happy to make you some food, guys."
Merry and Pippin looked hopeful and accepted her offer.
(Later in the Kitchen.)
Tara looked at the Elvish cook book.
"How the HELL do they understand this shit?!" She mumbled as she tried to read the elvish language.
She turned around to chop up some mushrooms as the cook book fell onto the floor a few feet from the 'stove.' A small fire soon started to spread about, 5 feet wide.
Tara smelling smoke turned around, "Oh bloody 'ell of all things unholy! WHY ME?!" She screeched as she tried to put the fire out...Only for her dress to catch on fire. "SHIT SHIT, HOT, SHIT!" She ran from the room past Legolas.
Legolas stopped what he was doing a started after her, rugby tackling her to the floor, and putting out the flames on her dress.
"Good one, Tara."
"Mhph, fucph...yumph." Tara mumbled with her face smashed into the carpet.
"What was that?" Legolas asked as her got off her.
"I said, Go Fuck Yourself." Tara replied in mirth.
"Ah, very lady like." He winked at her.
"Yes, I know...I'm sooo good at that."
Merry and Pippin came out of the kitchen, "Fire's out." Merry smiled.
"Ah, thanks guys...Sorry about the food." Tara sheepishly grinned.
"It's not a problem." Pippin said in his thick shire accent.