A Day Before The Life: A Prequel
Arwen rubbed her eyes. It was spring, and the pollen irritated her eyes. And her nose. And everything else. Sneezing, she called out, "Ah-h-ah-Aragord, I got a ruddy—ACHOO! …dose. Kin yew getta hangercheef for be?"
Sighing, the King rose. He picked up Arwen's handkerchief, but, seeing the state of it, gagged and threw it down instead. Fumbling in his pockets, he searched for his own. "Here, Arwen, would you like me to send for the nurse?
"Do…I'b fined…J-j-jus-Ahh-CHOO! Just ged be sub bedisin."
"I can't give you medicine! I'm not a doctor! I can't heal you!" There was a pause. "Oh. Wait…"
"Git sub uh dat aferlasd…er…kingsfoyl."
"King's Foil?" (A/N: I can't remember if it's written any special way, so I wrote it like that.) "Uh…I don't think it would work on allergies."
"WELL GO DRY IT!! I WANNA BE BEDDER!!"
"Fine!" Aragorn stormed off, being in a very foul mood.
A/N: Yes, short, but I'm not in the mood to work on this anymore…Look for more…