Chapter 13: All's Well That Ends Well
August 2
I think this might be the last journal entry I write. I have a feeling I'm going to have some busy times ahead.
Last night, just as I was drifting off to sleep, I was awakened by a violent rocking of my bed. I thought perhaps it was an earthquake or storm or something, but I soon realized the cause when I heard a rather frustrated, albeit quite nice masculine voice say, "Sweet Elbereth, where am I now?"
My heart leapt in my chest, but I didn't want to get my hopes up before I turned on the light. I reached over to the nightstand and flipped the switch on my lamp. Oh, portal, I could kiss you!
There, in my bed, sat a slightly confused, richly-dressed Aragorn. Silk shirt and leather vest and really tight breeches and barefoot, even, and...oh, I'm getting away from the point. He'd even looked like he'd bathed recently.
"Twenty-first century Earth, right?" he asked, a little chagrined, while scratching his stubbled chin.
"You betcha," I answered, trying to look as coy as one can in paint-spattered sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt.
He sighed. "I suppose it's just as well. Good thing your bed was there to break my fall--I've never come here out of thin air before."
I was a little puzzled by his reaction. Though I was perfectly agreeable about him having fallen into bed with me, I was a little surprised that he'd think it was a *good* thing. "Just as well?"
"Yes, you see, last week Arwen went through one of these, and she came back two days later going on about the 'dashing Captain Jack Sparrow' and how she needed to get back to him posthaste." He ran a hand through his long, dark hair in obvious frustration, and gave a weak half-smile. "Things at home have not been the same since."
I tried to sound sorry; I really did. "Oh. That's too bad." I scrutinized the area above my bed, trying very hard not to visibly smile. "It's also too bad that your portal doesn't seem to be accessible any more."
"Well," he began thoughtfully. "I can do yardwork. I've gotten rather good at it, as that's what all the Legolas fans have me doing when I appear in their houses."
"Sam's already been here," I said, trying hard to supress my lascivious grin. "And Eomer chopped all the firewood I'll ever need, in case you were wondering."
"I paint, too."
"Legolas," I answered simply.
"I can hang wallpaper," he said, raising an eyebrow.
"Merry and Pippin." He opened his mouth to reply, but I added, "And before you ask, I already fixed it."
He closed his mouth, thinking. He was grasping at straws, then. "Sweep your chimney?"
I couldn't help but smile. "Denethor," I sang out.
Even he chuckled at that. He cocked his head in a most endearing manner and gazed up at me, holding my complete attention with his piercing gray eyes. "It seems you have run out of things for me to do, then?" His tone of voice hid little, in my opinion. The corners of his mouth turned up in a rather naughty little smile.
How could I resist? "Well, there is one other thing you could do...."
I don't feel I have time to go into a lot of detail here--after all, His Majesty awaits. Suffice to say, we woke up quite late this morning. I'm quitting this journal. I don't know how long Aragorn will be here, and I want to enjoy every gorgeous second!
Lisa
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AUTHOR'S NOTES:
If we authors have offended,
Think but this and all is mended:
That you have but dallied here
While these chapters did appear,
And this weak and idle theme
No more real than a dream.
Readers, please do not us flame.
Remember, this was just a game.
And as we are two honest scribes,
We offer you this tiny bribe:
If time spent here was but a waste,
Our other work may fit your taste,
Or "Gypsie Rose" both liars call.
So goodnight unto you all.
Give us reviews, if we be friends.
And this is where our story ends!
(Our apologies to William Shakespeare.)
EXTRA AUTHOR'S NOTE FROM GYPSIE: My apologies to all the Aragorn/Arwen fans, but I'm getting my way at the end of this thing. He's mine. And yes, I know that makes me just as bad as all the teenage girls I was joking about, but I don't care!
Celtic Dawn Star: Thanks for the reviews! ^_^
Mornie Utule: This should answer your question!
Katronette: So, did you find any LOTR characters under your linoleum?
Blue Jedi Hobbit 009: Eeek, you'll give the house ideas! ^_^ We're not planning on a sequel to this story for now, but who knows--we weren't planning on a sequel to "Debbie Does the Fellowship" either and we wrote one! We do have some ideas for new stories which we'll write as soon as Gypsie finishes moving (no, she's not moving into a 4-bedroom Victorian house!).
Aratlithiel1: The Midol was Gypsie once again! Rose did the icepack. See Gypsie's author's note above for the rest.
Fly Without Wings: Thanks! ^_^
Blablover5: Rose was once in a production of _Arsenic and Old Lace_ in high school. She really wanted to play one of the old ladies, but ended up being cast as "Miss Witherspoon," the director of the Happy Valley Sanitorium.
Caleniel: No Elrond in this story, unfortunately; we couldn't think of anything for him to do. However, he and his eyebrows feature quite prominently in "Debbie Does The Two Towers."
KnowInsight: Chapter 13 is lucky for Lisa, apparently! Gypsie was really looking forward to writing this one.
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TRIVIA: Can anyone identify all four Shakespeare quotes we used in this story?
August 2
I think this might be the last journal entry I write. I have a feeling I'm going to have some busy times ahead.
Last night, just as I was drifting off to sleep, I was awakened by a violent rocking of my bed. I thought perhaps it was an earthquake or storm or something, but I soon realized the cause when I heard a rather frustrated, albeit quite nice masculine voice say, "Sweet Elbereth, where am I now?"
My heart leapt in my chest, but I didn't want to get my hopes up before I turned on the light. I reached over to the nightstand and flipped the switch on my lamp. Oh, portal, I could kiss you!
There, in my bed, sat a slightly confused, richly-dressed Aragorn. Silk shirt and leather vest and really tight breeches and barefoot, even, and...oh, I'm getting away from the point. He'd even looked like he'd bathed recently.
"Twenty-first century Earth, right?" he asked, a little chagrined, while scratching his stubbled chin.
"You betcha," I answered, trying to look as coy as one can in paint-spattered sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt.
He sighed. "I suppose it's just as well. Good thing your bed was there to break my fall--I've never come here out of thin air before."
I was a little puzzled by his reaction. Though I was perfectly agreeable about him having fallen into bed with me, I was a little surprised that he'd think it was a *good* thing. "Just as well?"
"Yes, you see, last week Arwen went through one of these, and she came back two days later going on about the 'dashing Captain Jack Sparrow' and how she needed to get back to him posthaste." He ran a hand through his long, dark hair in obvious frustration, and gave a weak half-smile. "Things at home have not been the same since."
I tried to sound sorry; I really did. "Oh. That's too bad." I scrutinized the area above my bed, trying very hard not to visibly smile. "It's also too bad that your portal doesn't seem to be accessible any more."
"Well," he began thoughtfully. "I can do yardwork. I've gotten rather good at it, as that's what all the Legolas fans have me doing when I appear in their houses."
"Sam's already been here," I said, trying hard to supress my lascivious grin. "And Eomer chopped all the firewood I'll ever need, in case you were wondering."
"I paint, too."
"Legolas," I answered simply.
"I can hang wallpaper," he said, raising an eyebrow.
"Merry and Pippin." He opened his mouth to reply, but I added, "And before you ask, I already fixed it."
He closed his mouth, thinking. He was grasping at straws, then. "Sweep your chimney?"
I couldn't help but smile. "Denethor," I sang out.
Even he chuckled at that. He cocked his head in a most endearing manner and gazed up at me, holding my complete attention with his piercing gray eyes. "It seems you have run out of things for me to do, then?" His tone of voice hid little, in my opinion. The corners of his mouth turned up in a rather naughty little smile.
How could I resist? "Well, there is one other thing you could do...."
I don't feel I have time to go into a lot of detail here--after all, His Majesty awaits. Suffice to say, we woke up quite late this morning. I'm quitting this journal. I don't know how long Aragorn will be here, and I want to enjoy every gorgeous second!
Lisa
*******
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
If we authors have offended,
Think but this and all is mended:
That you have but dallied here
While these chapters did appear,
And this weak and idle theme
No more real than a dream.
Readers, please do not us flame.
Remember, this was just a game.
And as we are two honest scribes,
We offer you this tiny bribe:
If time spent here was but a waste,
Our other work may fit your taste,
Or "Gypsie Rose" both liars call.
So goodnight unto you all.
Give us reviews, if we be friends.
And this is where our story ends!
(Our apologies to William Shakespeare.)
EXTRA AUTHOR'S NOTE FROM GYPSIE: My apologies to all the Aragorn/Arwen fans, but I'm getting my way at the end of this thing. He's mine. And yes, I know that makes me just as bad as all the teenage girls I was joking about, but I don't care!
Celtic Dawn Star: Thanks for the reviews! ^_^
Mornie Utule: This should answer your question!
Katronette: So, did you find any LOTR characters under your linoleum?
Blue Jedi Hobbit 009: Eeek, you'll give the house ideas! ^_^ We're not planning on a sequel to this story for now, but who knows--we weren't planning on a sequel to "Debbie Does the Fellowship" either and we wrote one! We do have some ideas for new stories which we'll write as soon as Gypsie finishes moving (no, she's not moving into a 4-bedroom Victorian house!).
Aratlithiel1: The Midol was Gypsie once again! Rose did the icepack. See Gypsie's author's note above for the rest.
Fly Without Wings: Thanks! ^_^
Blablover5: Rose was once in a production of _Arsenic and Old Lace_ in high school. She really wanted to play one of the old ladies, but ended up being cast as "Miss Witherspoon," the director of the Happy Valley Sanitorium.
Caleniel: No Elrond in this story, unfortunately; we couldn't think of anything for him to do. However, he and his eyebrows feature quite prominently in "Debbie Does The Two Towers."
KnowInsight: Chapter 13 is lucky for Lisa, apparently! Gypsie was really looking forward to writing this one.
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TRIVIA: Can anyone identify all four Shakespeare quotes we used in this story?