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SHE WAS FREE!! FREE AT LAST!! (It had taken the Elf Queen a little while to figure this out, but all the same, she DID manage to figure something out, so that makes up for any slowness on her part.)
She was lucky though, for two reasons. 1…Someone had forgotten to feed her so nobody saw her digging, and wonder why the floor of the cell was missing and why dirt was flying out of the not-there floor. 2…It was night when she emerged. I think I would have been suspicious if I had seen the Queen of Gondor pop out of the ground like a mole in broad daylight. If it where night, I'd probably scream and run.
Grabbing Weed, who now looked like a not-so-surviving survivor of a horrible natural disaster/war, she ran, danced, and sang. Quite stupid of her really. It didn't matter anyway, because just as soon as she got to the most high-pitched part of her song, thunder boomed, and rain began to pour into her opened mouth, causing her to choke. Sad.
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Aragorn ran down the foyer, trying not to make any sounds. He had to get away from Her! (Not to mention save Gondor from the now completely mad Queen of Rohan and her obsessive compulsiveness. A/N: Is that even a word? Oh well.)
He drew his sword, preparing to slay the next soldier he saw. He did. The sickening noise of death echoed throughout the hall, as the King pulled his sword out of guards and hacked at others. Her tore material off of a nearby tapestry and cleaned his now-sullied blade. The sight was gruesome one, and since this story is supposed to be funny, not gory, I had better add some comic relief so as you don't get mad at me. He looked to see whom he had killed. To his horror, two servants stood in the hall, with huge platters of meat in their hands. A ham, a turkey, a chicken, some beef, a duck, deer meat, etc… He hadn't killed soldiers—he had carved a Christmas feast!
"Ah, ahem," he said, trying to gain his dignity, "Tell no one of what you have seen." And he ran down the hall, and out the door.
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Eowyn paced up and down, up and down. She couldn't sleep. She had an odd feeling that she was missing something. She jumped, for outside there was the most horrible shuffle of feet, and a high-pitched sound that might've been a pig being tortured. Then thunder boomed, and she hid under the covers. Poking her head out, she peered around; glad nobody could see her reaction to the sound.
Of course the shuffling-pig-being-tortured-sound was Arwen, and at that moment she began running round in circles, trying to run away from the icky wetness.
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Aragorn ran outside, even though it was very wet. Eewies. He just had to get away—living with both Eowyn AND Arwen was maddening! He glanced behind him to see if anyone was following him, and he bumped into someone. It was Arwen.
"Yippies! Aragorn is gonna save me from the ickiness!"
"Shut up, and stop running in circles! You're making me dizzy."
"Okie-dokie, artichokie!"
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Eowyn stomped down the hall in blind fury. The maids hadn't brought her five-in-the-morning-slightly-peckish-snack! That's when she came across the hallway.
"So this is what happened to my five-in-the-morning-slightly-peckish-snack. Hmm, one of the stupid dogs must've gotten in. Oh well." She turned on her heels and went back to bed.
Aragorn grabbed his wife by the hand and dragged her off. He went to the guards, the non-Eowyn-supportive ones, and told him his plan. Arwen squatted down and stared at the grass. She found a bug, screamed at the top of her lungs, and woke everyone for a mile about.
Eowyn screamed after hearing the screams of the guards who had screamed when they heard the scream of Arwen. The maids screamed, hearing Eowyn's scream, and the cooks screamed, hearing the screams of the hairdressers that had screamed when they heard the screams of the ladies-in-waiting when they heard the scream of—yes—the Knights.
Eventually, the whole castle was screaming.