~*A/N: Jessica is trying to assault the Pippin action figure. Jessica must die. Maybe I'll make her kiss Gimli in the next chapter. *~
After several minutes of what's commonly known as "chick fighting", with much pulling of the hair (my hair, not hers, since she doesn't really have enough to pull or get a good grip on, so I was happy to just mess it up a lot) and scratching with nails (since I chew mine off, I was clearly at a disadvantage... scratch that (hah, pun), neither of us had nails. But we tried, dammit.), Jessica and I stood up, still glowering at each other.
"Pippin is hotter," I said, clenching my teeth and glaring.
"Legolas is hotter," she replied, glaring.. both men (well, Hobbit and elf) blushed profusely. Apparently, they knew what 'hot' meant.
A pause came, quickly interrupted by me, saying: "Dude, wonder how Wormtongue got THAT nickname."
And a peal of giggles followed, all fight forgotten, and we shared knowing looks. Yeah. Fricken perverted Saruman.. euw.
"As long as you don't write a Saruman - Wormtongue slash," Jessica was saying, and I looked (and felt) ill. Pippin leaned up, whispering to his cousin.
"What are they talking about, Merry?"
"I don't know."
"Oh.. Merry?"
"What?"
".. I'm hungry."
~*~
That night, the sun set to the West of Isengard (A/N: Jessica's laughing at me. Where else would it set, she says.), and the night sky was filled with glittering stars. Pippin and Merry sat outside, as did Legolas, while Gimli and Aragorn went inside a.. place (I know they were inside in the book, I just can't remember.. where...). Jessica and I sat under the tree, plotting.
"I want to kiss Legolas."
"I know. Listen. How do you think we'll be able to get home?"
"... I want to kiss Legolas."
"Heard you the first time. Do you think it's one of those typical corny fanfiction plots where we have to beat the level to get back home?"
"... maybe we have to kiss Legolas."
"You go right ahead and do that." I pointed to where Legolas stood, and gave her a nice hard shove in the right direction. There. Finally, I could think.
If that cute little Hobbit wasn't standing right there, I could've, that is.
~* A/N: And I'm spent. Period's almost over anyway, I'll write some more later today. We'll see if Jessica gets to kiss Legolas (or if she's still trying to harm the action figure and I'll have to make her make out with Gimli or Wormtongue or something instead) in the next one! (Or the one after that.) *~
After several minutes of what's commonly known as "chick fighting", with much pulling of the hair (my hair, not hers, since she doesn't really have enough to pull or get a good grip on, so I was happy to just mess it up a lot) and scratching with nails (since I chew mine off, I was clearly at a disadvantage... scratch that (hah, pun), neither of us had nails. But we tried, dammit.), Jessica and I stood up, still glowering at each other.
"Pippin is hotter," I said, clenching my teeth and glaring.
"Legolas is hotter," she replied, glaring.. both men (well, Hobbit and elf) blushed profusely. Apparently, they knew what 'hot' meant.
A pause came, quickly interrupted by me, saying: "Dude, wonder how Wormtongue got THAT nickname."
And a peal of giggles followed, all fight forgotten, and we shared knowing looks. Yeah. Fricken perverted Saruman.. euw.
"As long as you don't write a Saruman - Wormtongue slash," Jessica was saying, and I looked (and felt) ill. Pippin leaned up, whispering to his cousin.
"What are they talking about, Merry?"
"I don't know."
"Oh.. Merry?"
"What?"
".. I'm hungry."
~*~
That night, the sun set to the West of Isengard (A/N: Jessica's laughing at me. Where else would it set, she says.), and the night sky was filled with glittering stars. Pippin and Merry sat outside, as did Legolas, while Gimli and Aragorn went inside a.. place (I know they were inside in the book, I just can't remember.. where...). Jessica and I sat under the tree, plotting.
"I want to kiss Legolas."
"I know. Listen. How do you think we'll be able to get home?"
"... I want to kiss Legolas."
"Heard you the first time. Do you think it's one of those typical corny fanfiction plots where we have to beat the level to get back home?"
"... maybe we have to kiss Legolas."
"You go right ahead and do that." I pointed to where Legolas stood, and gave her a nice hard shove in the right direction. There. Finally, I could think.
If that cute little Hobbit wasn't standing right there, I could've, that is.
~* A/N: And I'm spent. Period's almost over anyway, I'll write some more later today. We'll see if Jessica gets to kiss Legolas (or if she's still trying to harm the action figure and I'll have to make her make out with Gimli or Wormtongue or something instead) in the next one! (Or the one after that.) *~