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A/N: I was going to edit only some of the words, but Sammid talked about the context and length problem, so I had a few things added. By the way, this is the part I really don't like, because Arwen's with Strider (
Arwen: Why do you fear the smell? You are Isildur's trash, not Isildur himself. You are not bound to his fate.
Strider: The same slime flows in my veins. The same yucky-ness.
Arwen: You time will come. You will face the same junk and you will dump it.
Arwen: The Shadow does not hold sway yet. Not over you, not over me.
Narrator: They are now in the dumpster
Arwen: Do you remember when we first met?
Strider: Ya, and you smelled pretty bad.
Arwen: Hey! I used my deodorant. Besides, that's not even your line!
Strider: I was just telling the truth. . . Moving on, I thought I had strayed into a dream.
Arwen: Long years have passed. You did not wear the troubles you carry now.
Arwen: Do you remember what I told you?
Strider: To get you your perfume for you?
Arwen: Yes, wait, no, that's not the point I am trying to make here! Say your proper line already! God!
Strider: You said you'd glue yourself to me with the gums in the dumpster, forsaking the perfect-smell of your people.
Arwen: And to that I hold. I would rather share one bag of garbage with you, than face all the ugly garbage men alone.
Narrator: Arwen gives Strider the pack of gum she found
Arwen: I choose a smelly life.
Strider: You cannot give me this.
Arwen: Why not? Don't you love me enough to take it?
Strider: Nah, it's just that Ms. B. said that there would be no gum chewing in school.
Arwen: Oh, that really sucks.
Then they went on about how Ms. B's "respectful" lecture/speech.
Narrator: God! Get back to the scene already!
Strider: Oh ya, oops, sorry.
Arwen: I guess we were a "little" off-topic.
Arwen: It is mine to give to whom I will. Like the star I was supposed to give to you.
P.s.: By the way, I don't like Arwen, because she sucks!
P.p.s.: Sammid, is this long enough?
P.p.p.s.: Thanks so much for the review. Mucho appreciated. (
A/N: I was going to edit only some of the words, but Sammid talked about the context and length problem, so I had a few things added. By the way, this is the part I really don't like, because Arwen's with Strider (
Arwen: Why do you fear the smell? You are Isildur's trash, not Isildur himself. You are not bound to his fate.
Strider: The same slime flows in my veins. The same yucky-ness.
Arwen: You time will come. You will face the same junk and you will dump it.
Arwen: The Shadow does not hold sway yet. Not over you, not over me.
Narrator: They are now in the dumpster
Arwen: Do you remember when we first met?
Strider: Ya, and you smelled pretty bad.
Arwen: Hey! I used my deodorant. Besides, that's not even your line!
Strider: I was just telling the truth. . . Moving on, I thought I had strayed into a dream.
Arwen: Long years have passed. You did not wear the troubles you carry now.
Arwen: Do you remember what I told you?
Strider: To get you your perfume for you?
Arwen: Yes, wait, no, that's not the point I am trying to make here! Say your proper line already! God!
Strider: You said you'd glue yourself to me with the gums in the dumpster, forsaking the perfect-smell of your people.
Arwen: And to that I hold. I would rather share one bag of garbage with you, than face all the ugly garbage men alone.
Narrator: Arwen gives Strider the pack of gum she found
Arwen: I choose a smelly life.
Strider: You cannot give me this.
Arwen: Why not? Don't you love me enough to take it?
Strider: Nah, it's just that Ms. B. said that there would be no gum chewing in school.
Arwen: Oh, that really sucks.
Then they went on about how Ms. B's "respectful" lecture/speech.
Narrator: God! Get back to the scene already!
Strider: Oh ya, oops, sorry.
Arwen: I guess we were a "little" off-topic.
Arwen: It is mine to give to whom I will. Like the star I was supposed to give to you.
P.s.: By the way, I don't like Arwen, because she sucks!
P.p.s.: Sammid, is this long enough?
P.p.p.s.: Thanks so much for the review. Mucho appreciated. (