If you don't understand this a/n, you gotta read one of my other fics
called 'A shock to the system' (but before that you gotta read Sue Mary
Story). You meet Blaise in an a/n in that fic. But, if you can't be arsed,
I'll briefly tell you. She's my muse. She a witch that gives me all my
ideas for fics and we don't get along well at all. This is also a continued
argument. She will probably be making regular visits in my a/n's from now
on. Yes, I've been told a million times that I'm a freak.
A/N: Sorry it took so long, my darling readers and reviewers! I've been concentrating on other fics again! SORRY! I'm going to try and finish this soon so then I can carry on with the others.
Blaise: That's because you're a freak.
Elfie: Look, you're not on the bio yet, and if you don't stop insulting me, you never will be.
Blaise: I was only stating the obvious.
Elfie: And anyway, I have two things to ask you. 1) Why do you keep ruining my a/n's? 2) Why aren't you in your cupboard? I didn't say you could come out.
Blaise: 1) You ruin them, not me. I make them better. 2) I don't like the cupboard. It's stinky. It smells of your trainers and that isn't nice. Plus, why should I be kept in a cupboard all day and all night and only let out when you want ideas? That's not exactly fair, is it?
Elfie: Ok, we'll make a deal. You can be let out once a day on top of when you're out for idea time. I'm too nice to you.
Blaise: *snorts* Yeah, real nice. Anyway, you can't exactly stop me form getting out. Most of the time I lock myself in anyway, which means I can unlock it and get out. And I'm a witch, so stupid finickety locks can't actually stop me.
Elfie: I am merely protecting you from the horrors of the modern world.
Blaise: I've seen the 'horrors of the modern world'. They're not all that horrific.
Elfie: When have you seen it?
Blaise: I don't sleep, you do.
Elfie: Have you been sneaking out?
Blaise: DUH!
Elfie: I'll take that as a yes.
Blaise: You do that. Now get on with the damn chapter. They've been waiting long enough.
Elfie: Shut up.
Chapter 15
"Ash, you've got to do a speech," said Michelle.
"Oh, mom!" whined Robyn. "Does he have to?" She was seated on his lap and was very comfortable. And by the look of the contented grin on his face, so was he.
"Yes, he does," said Michelle. "It's custom."
"But dad didn't-" she started. "Oh wait. Yes, he did. Damn."
"Come on," said Michelle. "It only has to be a couple of minutes long, then you can return to your moaning little wife. Its how it all begins, you know. First she-"
"Mom?" said Robyn. "Shut up." She stood up. Ash stretched his legs and then did so as well.
"Where am I going then?" he asked, apathetically.
"Go to Aragorn," directed Michelle. He walked over to where Aragorn was standing.
"What am I doing then?" he said, in the same bored tone.
"Just stand here and do your speech," said Aragorn.
"But I don't know what to say," said Ash.
"Just thank everyone and tell them how happy you are, how you're glad they all came etc," said Aragorn. He got everyone's attention and then motioned to Ash to begin.
"Firstly, I'd just like to say," Ash began. He scanned the room as he spoke. Big mistake. The moment he laid eyes on Maria, he burst out laughing. Robyn took it as her cue to take over. She stood up and shouted.
"He wanted to say thank you for coming and we're very happy," she said. She looked to Michelle. "Can I have him back now?"
"If you can stop him from laughing, yes," said Michelle. Aragorn stared down at Ash, who was doubled over form laughing.
"Will you stop making a complete fool out of your self!" he said. "The fact that I do it myself on a daily basis is besides the point. Stop it!"
"Oh, I'm sorry!" he said. "It's just the...." and he started laughing again.
"Robyn, shut him up will you?" said Legolas. She walked over to Ash, leant over and whispered something in his ear. He immediately stopped laughing and straightened up.
"Is that a promise?" he asked. She smiled.
"I thought that would get your attention," she said. "You know, it really wasn't that funny. But you're forgiven."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever," he said. "But what you said before, was it a promise?"
"Depends."
"On what?"
"On whether or not you stop laughing."
"I'll stop."
"Then I'll consider it."
"YAY!" Ash did a little happy dance on the spot and got an O_o look from everyone.
"No more wine for you," said Michelle.
Later on, when everyone was considerably more.... 'merry', shall we say? Michelle was sitting talking to Mary-Jo. She saw a shadow loom up behind Mary-Jo but she didn't even have to look up to know what it was.
"Put the frying pan down, Maria," said Michelle sternly, whilst staring into her wineglass.
"Oh, but... grrrrrrr," said Maria. She turned to walk away but then lifted the frying pan again.
"DOWN!" said Michelle. Maria turned and sighed. "And the brick!"
"But I... how can you... you're not even... you're VERY annoying," said Maria. 'There's still the arsenic,' she thought. "Anyone for drinks?" called Maria. "Robyn? Ash? Michelle? Mary-Jo?" The answers she received were as follows:
"YES!"
"HA!" followed by fits of giggles.
"Please."
"Yeah, go on then." Maria crossed the room to where the drinks were being kept. She knew (she'd already checked) that she was well out of Michelle and Mary-Jo's sight.
"DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT, MARIA!!!" boomed over everyone else's voices. All went silent and everyone stared at Maria.
"Oh bloody hell!" she said. "Is there cameras in here or something? She cannot see me from where she's sitting!"
"You're actually several centuries too early for cameras," said some random guest. "About 2000 years early to be exact."
"Oh, right," said Maria. "Where'd I get this disposable one then? Oh yeah, the Undying Lands. They do loads of really cool stuff there, you know. It's great for shopping."
"We could tell," said Michelle. "Mary-Jo bought several hundred bags of shopping back with her and she's a stingy bugger. It's got to be good!"
"It is!" said Maria and Mary-Jo at the same time. Maria scowled at Mary- Jo.
"Why don't you like me?" asked Mary-Jo.
"You married my man," said Maria.
"He's not your man," said Mary-Jo, defensively.
"I liked him way before you even met him!" said Maria.
"I always meant to ask you about that," said Frodo. "How did you know me? I sure didn't know you before Moria." Maria grinned smugly.
"I have my sources," she said proudly. "Anyway, what was I saying? Oh yeah, how Frodo is really mine."
"He most certainly is NOT!!!" said Mary-Jo.
"I think you'll find that he is," said Maria. "Rightfully, he belongs to me. I liked him longer than you have, so that gives me the right to have him."
"I'm married to him and he likes me more!" said Mary-Jo.
"Do I not get a say in this matter?" asked Frodo.
"NO!" they said in chorus.
"But, you're deciding who I belong to," he said. "Technically, I belong to myself."
"You decide then," said Maria.
"AWHA?" he said. "You can't make me do that!!!"
"But I can," said Mary-Jo. "Who would you rather be with, Frodo? Your WIFE, or an obsessed 27 year old that looks 12?"
"What's wrong with being obsessed?" said Maria.
"Nothing, unless its over a married man..... hobbit," said Mary-Jo. "Anyway, Frodo, make a choice. Wife or kid?
"Well, my wife, of course," said Frodo. "But, it was still an evil thing to make me do."
"HA!" said Mary-Jo. "HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! I told you!"
"I didn't say I would get him," said Maria. "I just said he was rightfully mine."
"Say what you will, girly, you're not getting him! He's mine! And he wants me!" said Mary-Jo. "He chose me over you! HA!"
"All right, no need to rub it in," said Maria, moodily.
"Yes, there is!" said Mary-Jo. "HA!" After about five minutes of taunting, Mary-Jo finally shut up. (A/N: Unfortunately that never happens in real life! She never shuts up! ^_~ Luv ya, hun!)
"Well, that was random," said Robyn.
"Wasn't it just?" said Michelle. "Well, that's my sister and best mate for you. Too random for words."
"You two like that word, don't you?" said Aragorn.
"Most certainly do," they said together.
"Weird," said Ash.
"They always were freakish," said Legolas. Even he'd had one too many.
"What was that, Legolas?" said Michelle.
"Er... you always were... meekish?" he asked. He was too pissed to come up with anything convincing. "All right, I insulted you. I'm sorry."
"Meh! I don't really care," she said. "That doesn't give you an excuse to insult me though."
"As if I would," said Legolas. "Freak," he muttered under his breath.
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A/N: Everything I write at the moment is just totally random (I love that word!) Everything is really freakish and weird! Oh well, you all know what I'm like. Most of you enjoy it, apparently. Don't know what planet you're on, but thanks all the same. I'm not writing anything else now, b/c I'm knackered basically and I want to go to bed. 'Night all! Luvs Elfie xXxXx
A/N: Sorry it took so long, my darling readers and reviewers! I've been concentrating on other fics again! SORRY! I'm going to try and finish this soon so then I can carry on with the others.
Blaise: That's because you're a freak.
Elfie: Look, you're not on the bio yet, and if you don't stop insulting me, you never will be.
Blaise: I was only stating the obvious.
Elfie: And anyway, I have two things to ask you. 1) Why do you keep ruining my a/n's? 2) Why aren't you in your cupboard? I didn't say you could come out.
Blaise: 1) You ruin them, not me. I make them better. 2) I don't like the cupboard. It's stinky. It smells of your trainers and that isn't nice. Plus, why should I be kept in a cupboard all day and all night and only let out when you want ideas? That's not exactly fair, is it?
Elfie: Ok, we'll make a deal. You can be let out once a day on top of when you're out for idea time. I'm too nice to you.
Blaise: *snorts* Yeah, real nice. Anyway, you can't exactly stop me form getting out. Most of the time I lock myself in anyway, which means I can unlock it and get out. And I'm a witch, so stupid finickety locks can't actually stop me.
Elfie: I am merely protecting you from the horrors of the modern world.
Blaise: I've seen the 'horrors of the modern world'. They're not all that horrific.
Elfie: When have you seen it?
Blaise: I don't sleep, you do.
Elfie: Have you been sneaking out?
Blaise: DUH!
Elfie: I'll take that as a yes.
Blaise: You do that. Now get on with the damn chapter. They've been waiting long enough.
Elfie: Shut up.
Chapter 15
"Ash, you've got to do a speech," said Michelle.
"Oh, mom!" whined Robyn. "Does he have to?" She was seated on his lap and was very comfortable. And by the look of the contented grin on his face, so was he.
"Yes, he does," said Michelle. "It's custom."
"But dad didn't-" she started. "Oh wait. Yes, he did. Damn."
"Come on," said Michelle. "It only has to be a couple of minutes long, then you can return to your moaning little wife. Its how it all begins, you know. First she-"
"Mom?" said Robyn. "Shut up." She stood up. Ash stretched his legs and then did so as well.
"Where am I going then?" he asked, apathetically.
"Go to Aragorn," directed Michelle. He walked over to where Aragorn was standing.
"What am I doing then?" he said, in the same bored tone.
"Just stand here and do your speech," said Aragorn.
"But I don't know what to say," said Ash.
"Just thank everyone and tell them how happy you are, how you're glad they all came etc," said Aragorn. He got everyone's attention and then motioned to Ash to begin.
"Firstly, I'd just like to say," Ash began. He scanned the room as he spoke. Big mistake. The moment he laid eyes on Maria, he burst out laughing. Robyn took it as her cue to take over. She stood up and shouted.
"He wanted to say thank you for coming and we're very happy," she said. She looked to Michelle. "Can I have him back now?"
"If you can stop him from laughing, yes," said Michelle. Aragorn stared down at Ash, who was doubled over form laughing.
"Will you stop making a complete fool out of your self!" he said. "The fact that I do it myself on a daily basis is besides the point. Stop it!"
"Oh, I'm sorry!" he said. "It's just the...." and he started laughing again.
"Robyn, shut him up will you?" said Legolas. She walked over to Ash, leant over and whispered something in his ear. He immediately stopped laughing and straightened up.
"Is that a promise?" he asked. She smiled.
"I thought that would get your attention," she said. "You know, it really wasn't that funny. But you're forgiven."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever," he said. "But what you said before, was it a promise?"
"Depends."
"On what?"
"On whether or not you stop laughing."
"I'll stop."
"Then I'll consider it."
"YAY!" Ash did a little happy dance on the spot and got an O_o look from everyone.
"No more wine for you," said Michelle.
Later on, when everyone was considerably more.... 'merry', shall we say? Michelle was sitting talking to Mary-Jo. She saw a shadow loom up behind Mary-Jo but she didn't even have to look up to know what it was.
"Put the frying pan down, Maria," said Michelle sternly, whilst staring into her wineglass.
"Oh, but... grrrrrrr," said Maria. She turned to walk away but then lifted the frying pan again.
"DOWN!" said Michelle. Maria turned and sighed. "And the brick!"
"But I... how can you... you're not even... you're VERY annoying," said Maria. 'There's still the arsenic,' she thought. "Anyone for drinks?" called Maria. "Robyn? Ash? Michelle? Mary-Jo?" The answers she received were as follows:
"YES!"
"HA!" followed by fits of giggles.
"Please."
"Yeah, go on then." Maria crossed the room to where the drinks were being kept. She knew (she'd already checked) that she was well out of Michelle and Mary-Jo's sight.
"DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT, MARIA!!!" boomed over everyone else's voices. All went silent and everyone stared at Maria.
"Oh bloody hell!" she said. "Is there cameras in here or something? She cannot see me from where she's sitting!"
"You're actually several centuries too early for cameras," said some random guest. "About 2000 years early to be exact."
"Oh, right," said Maria. "Where'd I get this disposable one then? Oh yeah, the Undying Lands. They do loads of really cool stuff there, you know. It's great for shopping."
"We could tell," said Michelle. "Mary-Jo bought several hundred bags of shopping back with her and she's a stingy bugger. It's got to be good!"
"It is!" said Maria and Mary-Jo at the same time. Maria scowled at Mary- Jo.
"Why don't you like me?" asked Mary-Jo.
"You married my man," said Maria.
"He's not your man," said Mary-Jo, defensively.
"I liked him way before you even met him!" said Maria.
"I always meant to ask you about that," said Frodo. "How did you know me? I sure didn't know you before Moria." Maria grinned smugly.
"I have my sources," she said proudly. "Anyway, what was I saying? Oh yeah, how Frodo is really mine."
"He most certainly is NOT!!!" said Mary-Jo.
"I think you'll find that he is," said Maria. "Rightfully, he belongs to me. I liked him longer than you have, so that gives me the right to have him."
"I'm married to him and he likes me more!" said Mary-Jo.
"Do I not get a say in this matter?" asked Frodo.
"NO!" they said in chorus.
"But, you're deciding who I belong to," he said. "Technically, I belong to myself."
"You decide then," said Maria.
"AWHA?" he said. "You can't make me do that!!!"
"But I can," said Mary-Jo. "Who would you rather be with, Frodo? Your WIFE, or an obsessed 27 year old that looks 12?"
"What's wrong with being obsessed?" said Maria.
"Nothing, unless its over a married man..... hobbit," said Mary-Jo. "Anyway, Frodo, make a choice. Wife or kid?
"Well, my wife, of course," said Frodo. "But, it was still an evil thing to make me do."
"HA!" said Mary-Jo. "HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! I told you!"
"I didn't say I would get him," said Maria. "I just said he was rightfully mine."
"Say what you will, girly, you're not getting him! He's mine! And he wants me!" said Mary-Jo. "He chose me over you! HA!"
"All right, no need to rub it in," said Maria, moodily.
"Yes, there is!" said Mary-Jo. "HA!" After about five minutes of taunting, Mary-Jo finally shut up. (A/N: Unfortunately that never happens in real life! She never shuts up! ^_~ Luv ya, hun!)
"Well, that was random," said Robyn.
"Wasn't it just?" said Michelle. "Well, that's my sister and best mate for you. Too random for words."
"You two like that word, don't you?" said Aragorn.
"Most certainly do," they said together.
"Weird," said Ash.
"They always were freakish," said Legolas. Even he'd had one too many.
"What was that, Legolas?" said Michelle.
"Er... you always were... meekish?" he asked. He was too pissed to come up with anything convincing. "All right, I insulted you. I'm sorry."
"Meh! I don't really care," she said. "That doesn't give you an excuse to insult me though."
"As if I would," said Legolas. "Freak," he muttered under his breath.
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A/N: Everything I write at the moment is just totally random (I love that word!) Everything is really freakish and weird! Oh well, you all know what I'm like. Most of you enjoy it, apparently. Don't know what planet you're on, but thanks all the same. I'm not writing anything else now, b/c I'm knackered basically and I want to go to bed. 'Night all! Luvs Elfie xXxXx
