SPOILER WARNING: Chapter 12 contains a large spoiler for _Return of the King_, so if you don't want to know what happens, skip this chapter.
Chapter 12: A Really Hot Guy
July 31
Oh, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn. That was NOT what I meant.
I took a night off and went over to Michelle's place. We rented _Arsenic and Old Lace_, a truly fine movie. It started me thinking about the window seat in my new place, and I realized that I had never actually opened it. So when I got home a little after midnight, I found my eyes drawn inevitably toward it, as if it were compelling me to look inside. "Don't be silly," I told myself. "It's only a window seat. The movie's getting to you. There's not going to be a body in there."
So I gritted my teeth and opened the window seat. I felt for a moment like I was channeling Cary Grant, because there *was* a body in the window seat. It was Faramir, and he was out cold--or maybe cold isn't quite the word, because he was quite feverish. I could have screamed in frustration. What *is* it with those brothers?! Why can't I get one when he's *not* on the brink of death?
Alas, I have a conscience, so instead of taking advantage of his condition, I searched around for something to help him. All I could find was Midol, but I figured it was better than nothing. I managed to get a couple of pills down his throat, and then put an icepack on his forehead. I figured he'd need it. I can't say I'm completely innocent in this scenario, though, because I did grab my digital camera and snap several pictures to tease Michelle with before closing the window seat and sending him back.
Okay, portal. I'm giving you one more chance, and I'm going to spell it out this time. PLEASE SEND ME ARAGORN.
Lisa
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NEXT (AND FINAL) CHAPTER: All's Well That Ends Well
AUTHOR'S NOTE: See notes for Éomer and Boromir.
EXTRA AUTHOR'S NOTE FROM ROSE: One day, I'm going to get to end a story the way *I* want! *grrr* But this story was Gypsie's idea, so she got to choose the ending. You can figure I'm basically "Michelle" here.
Aratlithiel1: Gypsie was the one who came up with the "Lucky Charms" bit. It does seem to fit, doesn't it?
Writer from Rivendell: Enjoy your vacation!
Mornie Utule: Merry and Pippin make such a great double act, don't they?
Blablover5: Hmm, so we say "hot guy" and you think "Johnny Cash"? That's more than we really wanted to know about your taste in men, thanks! ;)
KnowInsight: Here it is! One more chapter after this.
Blue Jedi Hobbit 009: Thanks for stopping by and reviewing our story! Don't worry--although we're poking fun at portal stories, we're also *writing* a portal story!
Celtic Dawn Star: Yay, glad you're enjoying it!
Chapter 12: A Really Hot Guy
July 31
Oh, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn. That was NOT what I meant.
I took a night off and went over to Michelle's place. We rented _Arsenic and Old Lace_, a truly fine movie. It started me thinking about the window seat in my new place, and I realized that I had never actually opened it. So when I got home a little after midnight, I found my eyes drawn inevitably toward it, as if it were compelling me to look inside. "Don't be silly," I told myself. "It's only a window seat. The movie's getting to you. There's not going to be a body in there."
So I gritted my teeth and opened the window seat. I felt for a moment like I was channeling Cary Grant, because there *was* a body in the window seat. It was Faramir, and he was out cold--or maybe cold isn't quite the word, because he was quite feverish. I could have screamed in frustration. What *is* it with those brothers?! Why can't I get one when he's *not* on the brink of death?
Alas, I have a conscience, so instead of taking advantage of his condition, I searched around for something to help him. All I could find was Midol, but I figured it was better than nothing. I managed to get a couple of pills down his throat, and then put an icepack on his forehead. I figured he'd need it. I can't say I'm completely innocent in this scenario, though, because I did grab my digital camera and snap several pictures to tease Michelle with before closing the window seat and sending him back.
Okay, portal. I'm giving you one more chance, and I'm going to spell it out this time. PLEASE SEND ME ARAGORN.
Lisa
*******
NEXT (AND FINAL) CHAPTER: All's Well That Ends Well
AUTHOR'S NOTE: See notes for Éomer and Boromir.
EXTRA AUTHOR'S NOTE FROM ROSE: One day, I'm going to get to end a story the way *I* want! *grrr* But this story was Gypsie's idea, so she got to choose the ending. You can figure I'm basically "Michelle" here.
Aratlithiel1: Gypsie was the one who came up with the "Lucky Charms" bit. It does seem to fit, doesn't it?
Writer from Rivendell: Enjoy your vacation!
Mornie Utule: Merry and Pippin make such a great double act, don't they?
Blablover5: Hmm, so we say "hot guy" and you think "Johnny Cash"? That's more than we really wanted to know about your taste in men, thanks! ;)
KnowInsight: Here it is! One more chapter after this.
Blue Jedi Hobbit 009: Thanks for stopping by and reviewing our story! Don't worry--although we're poking fun at portal stories, we're also *writing* a portal story!
Celtic Dawn Star: Yay, glad you're enjoying it!