A/N: ...
Jessica sat on the steps, while I stood beside them, watching the sun rise.
"A new day will come," I muttered, and Jessica glared up at me. "And when the sun shines, it will ring out the clearer."
"You *so* need a life."
"Whatever, fangirl."
~*~
This went on for a few hours, until we finally tired of sitting there, and I made Jessica make another valiant attempt at conversing with the Elf.
"Hey," she said to him, and he looked up again from his arrows. Why is he always playing with his arrows? No clue. Just leave poor elfy alone with the quiver.
"Hello," he replied, nodding politely to her.
She paused, trying to think of something to say, and then offered, "I like your hair."
"Thank you," he sounded a bit bewildered. "Yours is very strange."
"Do you want to touch it? Seriously."
He blinked, and then - looking somewhere between amused and completely freaked out - reached over to poke one of her spikes.
"It's very hard."
( A/N: I don't need a pun here. Just.. there. )
~*~
"How far can you shoot with that thing?"
"Hundreds of yards," he replied (even though I'm not sure if they even use 'yards' in Middle Earth but I'm too lazy to look it up). She nodded, seemingly amused, and then cleared her throat, asking - with the straightest face she could maintain.
"Can I play with your-"
~*~
"WANG!" shouted Tim triumphantly, beating the game and getting ready to go on to the Bonus Level. "I declare WANG to the WORLD!"
~*~
"-bow?"
"Certainly, milady. I can teach you how to shoot it off properly."
~*~
Grinning, I sat next to Merry and Pippin, glancing from their feet.. to their crotches.. to their feet. They didn't quite understand why I was looking at them like that.
When, from a distance, I heard Jessica ask - as innocently as ever - "Can I play with your bow?"
I burts into a fit of laughter, holding my sides, and tumbled down the stairs of Isengard.
~* A/N: And that's ALL she wrote, Jessica. No more chapters this period. *~
Jessica sat on the steps, while I stood beside them, watching the sun rise.
"A new day will come," I muttered, and Jessica glared up at me. "And when the sun shines, it will ring out the clearer."
"You *so* need a life."
"Whatever, fangirl."
~*~
This went on for a few hours, until we finally tired of sitting there, and I made Jessica make another valiant attempt at conversing with the Elf.
"Hey," she said to him, and he looked up again from his arrows. Why is he always playing with his arrows? No clue. Just leave poor elfy alone with the quiver.
"Hello," he replied, nodding politely to her.
She paused, trying to think of something to say, and then offered, "I like your hair."
"Thank you," he sounded a bit bewildered. "Yours is very strange."
"Do you want to touch it? Seriously."
He blinked, and then - looking somewhere between amused and completely freaked out - reached over to poke one of her spikes.
"It's very hard."
( A/N: I don't need a pun here. Just.. there. )
~*~
"How far can you shoot with that thing?"
"Hundreds of yards," he replied (even though I'm not sure if they even use 'yards' in Middle Earth but I'm too lazy to look it up). She nodded, seemingly amused, and then cleared her throat, asking - with the straightest face she could maintain.
"Can I play with your-"
~*~
"WANG!" shouted Tim triumphantly, beating the game and getting ready to go on to the Bonus Level. "I declare WANG to the WORLD!"
~*~
"-bow?"
"Certainly, milady. I can teach you how to shoot it off properly."
~*~
Grinning, I sat next to Merry and Pippin, glancing from their feet.. to their crotches.. to their feet. They didn't quite understand why I was looking at them like that.
When, from a distance, I heard Jessica ask - as innocently as ever - "Can I play with your bow?"
I burts into a fit of laughter, holding my sides, and tumbled down the stairs of Isengard.
~* A/N: And that's ALL she wrote, Jessica. No more chapters this period. *~