The Lord of the Bling Bling
Chapter 5- Drunk, Violent, and Murderous
Long chapter
As I sat down by the water and watched it I had tons of hate going through me. Hate for Arwen. She tried to hurt my friend. Then I yelled out loudly, "I hate you!" and then I heard a voice in back of me answer, "Sorry?" Turning around I looked and saw Frodo standing there small and slightly weak looking. "Oh, I didn't you know were there. I wasn't talking to you," I responded quickly to him. "All right," he said in a light sort of voice. "Well whom do you hate?" he seemed very curious about this. "Nobody." I felt guilty lying to him like that. "Really?" he looked at me and I knew he didn't believe me but I didn't try to get into the subject. I looked at him slowly and I looked into his eyes. They looked foggy and they seemed to be drifting off somewhere. He had his hand wrapped around the ring on the chain around his neck. He seemed to be dreaming about something and he seemed to be in ecstasy about the whole thing. "Stop!" I said loudly, "Stop it." He drifted out of his daze and looked at me and said, "I'm sorry. I better go." He got up and walked away and I in my drunken form laid down on the soft grass and drifted into a dreamless sleep.
A soft voice came into my head. A voice that took me away from my worries and problems. It was saying, "Wake up.Are you all right?" My eyes opened and I looked around seeing nothing clearly. Then I saw some dark colored hair drift into my view as I tried sitting up. Tiffany stood there looking worriedly at me. "You never came back last night. I was scared something happened!" she said in a voice like my mothers. "Sorry," I mumbled as I was trying to stifle a yawn, "The wine got to me I suppose." She gave me a piercing look and then said, "You need to be more careful, anything could happen!" Slightly mad at these words I responded saying, "Don't tell me this. You're the one that got her ass beat by Arwen last night." Tiffany turned red at my words and began yelling, "What am I supposed to do? Not talk to Strider because of her? He's nice to me and we are friends and I am not going to stop that for some prissy elf chick who thinks she can do anything!" Getting up and walking away I said loudly, "Whatever. Just don't bother me about it."
I hadn't gotten into a fight like that with Tiffany for anything so stupid in my life. Not knowing what to do I went inside to the room where we had feasted the previous night to find some people and elves up for breakfast. Merry and Pippin entered excitedly and loaded up their plates with fruits, nuts, mushrooms, pastries, and other goodies that were being served. Strider sat there quietly next to Legolas who was saying something in a hushed voice so that no one could hear him except Strider. Walking over I took a piece of fruit and sat down next Pippin again who starting telling me about the shire and how great it was. I listened but drifted off as I watched Legolas and Strider. What were they talking about? Did it have anything to do with the previous night? But then something caught my attention and it was Arwen entering and sitting next to Strider. Legolas raised his eyebrows and got up walking away. He didn't seem to want to speak to Aragorn while she was around. For a brief second I believe I smiled about this. I had a mental image in my head of Legolas and Arwen having a cat fight for no particular reason. He stood in the corner of the room with a bit of a scowl on his face as he watched her then suddenly he looked over at me and I quickly looked back over at Arwen and Aragorn. Arwen must have noticed me looking at them because she turned her head and stared straight into my eyes. Staring back I decided I wouldn't look away. Defiantly I stared right back into her eyes. I felt all my hate for her leaking out through my eyes and soon I had a scowl on my face similar to the one Legolas had. Not even touching my piece of fruit I got up and walked out of the room.
There I stood outside in the light of a glorious looking sun. My arms crossed as I leaned against the building. I seemed not to have anyone to talk to. My bestfriend was mad at me. We were both stuck in a movie. Even though Legolas seemed to hate Arwen too, I didn't want to talk to him because he was a pompous jerk. If I tried talking to Aragorn, Arwen would try to murder me. I couldn't talk to Frodo, he was already worried enough. Couldn't talk to Pippin or Merry. They were just too silly. And then it came to me. Like lightning I rushed off and searched for Gandalf.
Heading straight for the room where I had met Gandalf before I knocked on the door. Then I heard someone walking to the door and then the door creaked open and I saw Gandalf look down at me. "Can I help you?" he asked with a thoughtful look on his face. "Hello Mr. Gandalf. I hope I'm not bothering you." but before I could finish he interrupted saying, "Troubles? Come in." Walking in I stood there as he motioned me to sit down, and I did so. "How did you know?" I asked him curiously. Answering back he said knowledgeably, "Why else would you seek me out to speak to me?" It made sense and I nodded. "Yes," I responded, "Troubles. You see me and Calio got into a fight but that's not the worst of it, Arwen tried to hurt her for no apparent reason." I said that not wanting to reveal the part about Aragorn. "Yes jealously. Arwen is jealous, and yes I do know why. Perhaps you should try to speak to Arwen about this, but it might hurt to get involved. So maybe first you should speak to Calio. She is your friend and she deserves to have your support during these most difficult times." It seemed too simple but I hadn't even thought of trying to speak to Arwen about anything. All I wanted to do was hurt her. But I nodded to Gandalf and stood up. It seemed final. I would go and speak to Tiffany. "Thank you," I said to Gandalf. He wasn't a bad person. He seemed like he knew everything. So I left his room and walked down the hallway determined to find Tiffany.
Stopping dead in my footsteps I heard a soft voice speaking fast ahead of me, "They are not trustworthy I tell you. Travelers? Doubtful! One gets into a fight with Arwen and the other gets drunk and wanders around. They will ruin this quest!" Enraged I approached the voice and I knew whom it belonged to, Legolas. Walking straight up to him I stared at him straight in the eyes and said, "You should not speak ill of people you don't even know." He stared back at me silently as though surprised that I had heard him. Saying nothing he stood there next to Aragorn (who he had been telling at his crap to). Aragorn mumbled what sounded like sorry, although he hadn't done anything. But it seemed if you stared at Legolas for a long amount of time, even though you were mad at him, your troubles went away. I had an urge to touch his hair but stopped myself as he turned and walked off. Then gaining back my anger I said, "Don't you walk away from me! Are you afraid of a girl?" He turned looking at me but he didn't have a scowl on his face of a look of surprise. His face was blank and emotionless. Then he turned around and walked back to me and said, "Where do you come from?"
Well not even I know the answer to that one.Except the truth, and that made no sense.
Chapter 5- Drunk, Violent, and Murderous
Long chapter
As I sat down by the water and watched it I had tons of hate going through me. Hate for Arwen. She tried to hurt my friend. Then I yelled out loudly, "I hate you!" and then I heard a voice in back of me answer, "Sorry?" Turning around I looked and saw Frodo standing there small and slightly weak looking. "Oh, I didn't you know were there. I wasn't talking to you," I responded quickly to him. "All right," he said in a light sort of voice. "Well whom do you hate?" he seemed very curious about this. "Nobody." I felt guilty lying to him like that. "Really?" he looked at me and I knew he didn't believe me but I didn't try to get into the subject. I looked at him slowly and I looked into his eyes. They looked foggy and they seemed to be drifting off somewhere. He had his hand wrapped around the ring on the chain around his neck. He seemed to be dreaming about something and he seemed to be in ecstasy about the whole thing. "Stop!" I said loudly, "Stop it." He drifted out of his daze and looked at me and said, "I'm sorry. I better go." He got up and walked away and I in my drunken form laid down on the soft grass and drifted into a dreamless sleep.
A soft voice came into my head. A voice that took me away from my worries and problems. It was saying, "Wake up.Are you all right?" My eyes opened and I looked around seeing nothing clearly. Then I saw some dark colored hair drift into my view as I tried sitting up. Tiffany stood there looking worriedly at me. "You never came back last night. I was scared something happened!" she said in a voice like my mothers. "Sorry," I mumbled as I was trying to stifle a yawn, "The wine got to me I suppose." She gave me a piercing look and then said, "You need to be more careful, anything could happen!" Slightly mad at these words I responded saying, "Don't tell me this. You're the one that got her ass beat by Arwen last night." Tiffany turned red at my words and began yelling, "What am I supposed to do? Not talk to Strider because of her? He's nice to me and we are friends and I am not going to stop that for some prissy elf chick who thinks she can do anything!" Getting up and walking away I said loudly, "Whatever. Just don't bother me about it."
I hadn't gotten into a fight like that with Tiffany for anything so stupid in my life. Not knowing what to do I went inside to the room where we had feasted the previous night to find some people and elves up for breakfast. Merry and Pippin entered excitedly and loaded up their plates with fruits, nuts, mushrooms, pastries, and other goodies that were being served. Strider sat there quietly next to Legolas who was saying something in a hushed voice so that no one could hear him except Strider. Walking over I took a piece of fruit and sat down next Pippin again who starting telling me about the shire and how great it was. I listened but drifted off as I watched Legolas and Strider. What were they talking about? Did it have anything to do with the previous night? But then something caught my attention and it was Arwen entering and sitting next to Strider. Legolas raised his eyebrows and got up walking away. He didn't seem to want to speak to Aragorn while she was around. For a brief second I believe I smiled about this. I had a mental image in my head of Legolas and Arwen having a cat fight for no particular reason. He stood in the corner of the room with a bit of a scowl on his face as he watched her then suddenly he looked over at me and I quickly looked back over at Arwen and Aragorn. Arwen must have noticed me looking at them because she turned her head and stared straight into my eyes. Staring back I decided I wouldn't look away. Defiantly I stared right back into her eyes. I felt all my hate for her leaking out through my eyes and soon I had a scowl on my face similar to the one Legolas had. Not even touching my piece of fruit I got up and walked out of the room.
There I stood outside in the light of a glorious looking sun. My arms crossed as I leaned against the building. I seemed not to have anyone to talk to. My bestfriend was mad at me. We were both stuck in a movie. Even though Legolas seemed to hate Arwen too, I didn't want to talk to him because he was a pompous jerk. If I tried talking to Aragorn, Arwen would try to murder me. I couldn't talk to Frodo, he was already worried enough. Couldn't talk to Pippin or Merry. They were just too silly. And then it came to me. Like lightning I rushed off and searched for Gandalf.
Heading straight for the room where I had met Gandalf before I knocked on the door. Then I heard someone walking to the door and then the door creaked open and I saw Gandalf look down at me. "Can I help you?" he asked with a thoughtful look on his face. "Hello Mr. Gandalf. I hope I'm not bothering you." but before I could finish he interrupted saying, "Troubles? Come in." Walking in I stood there as he motioned me to sit down, and I did so. "How did you know?" I asked him curiously. Answering back he said knowledgeably, "Why else would you seek me out to speak to me?" It made sense and I nodded. "Yes," I responded, "Troubles. You see me and Calio got into a fight but that's not the worst of it, Arwen tried to hurt her for no apparent reason." I said that not wanting to reveal the part about Aragorn. "Yes jealously. Arwen is jealous, and yes I do know why. Perhaps you should try to speak to Arwen about this, but it might hurt to get involved. So maybe first you should speak to Calio. She is your friend and she deserves to have your support during these most difficult times." It seemed too simple but I hadn't even thought of trying to speak to Arwen about anything. All I wanted to do was hurt her. But I nodded to Gandalf and stood up. It seemed final. I would go and speak to Tiffany. "Thank you," I said to Gandalf. He wasn't a bad person. He seemed like he knew everything. So I left his room and walked down the hallway determined to find Tiffany.
Stopping dead in my footsteps I heard a soft voice speaking fast ahead of me, "They are not trustworthy I tell you. Travelers? Doubtful! One gets into a fight with Arwen and the other gets drunk and wanders around. They will ruin this quest!" Enraged I approached the voice and I knew whom it belonged to, Legolas. Walking straight up to him I stared at him straight in the eyes and said, "You should not speak ill of people you don't even know." He stared back at me silently as though surprised that I had heard him. Saying nothing he stood there next to Aragorn (who he had been telling at his crap to). Aragorn mumbled what sounded like sorry, although he hadn't done anything. But it seemed if you stared at Legolas for a long amount of time, even though you were mad at him, your troubles went away. I had an urge to touch his hair but stopped myself as he turned and walked off. Then gaining back my anger I said, "Don't you walk away from me! Are you afraid of a girl?" He turned looking at me but he didn't have a scowl on his face of a look of surprise. His face was blank and emotionless. Then he turned around and walked back to me and said, "Where do you come from?"
Well not even I know the answer to that one.Except the truth, and that made no sense.
