Vacationing in Middle Earth
By: Writes with Block
Author's Notes: Ha ha. I'm updating yet again. Months of nothing and then suddenly updates everywhich way. Kinda like rain in Texas. It must be the jersey. I has to be. I'm wearing it now cause I'm watching the Arsenal v Liverpool game and I just wanna write something. So this is the first of the last three chapters. I might finish the story today folks. Ah that would be surprising.
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Disclaimer: Not mine but if someone wants to sell the rights I'm here.
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Chapter Sixteen: Run and Hide!
"I won't go! And you can't make me!"
"No no! We won't go! No no! We won't go!"
"If you children don't be quiet," Gandalf growled.
Jo continued to march around the room chanting and Shawn quickly follwed her. Pippin sat watching them quietly.
"Have you seen whats out there?" Jo asked. "I can run from Orcs and Uruk-hai but those Nazgul fly. There's no way I can out run something that flys."
Shawn nodded in agreement, still chanting.
"I've made it this far with out being eaten by something. I'm not gonna screw that up now."
"We're being sieged," Gandalf sighed, struggling with his temper.
"And that's why we're hiding," Shawn replied.
"It would assure the troops if you were to stand with them. You can see the future after all. What will they think if you do nothing but hide?"
"Tell them we're cowards," Jo said.
"Yeah. Big ones."
"If you don't get out there I'm going to turn you into toads."
"Better toads than in a Nazgul's stomach!"
Gandalf grabbed both girls and dragged them out of the stable.
"Tell them what you've seen!" Jo yelled to Pippin.
"Who?" Pippin asked,following Gandalf.
"Wait a tic. Has Faramir come back yet?"
"Not yet," Gandalf said, glaring down at her.
"Take me to the city wall!"
"I thougth you were frightened."
"I still am but there's gonna be a good show. Cummon Shawn. Get the popcorn."
"Don't have any."
"Get the M&Ms."
"None of those either."
"Pop tarts?"
"Can do."
"All right!"
*******
"So what are we watching?" Shawn asked after Gandalf left to talk with Denethor.
"The jump-in-your-pants chick is going to kill the king of the Nazgul."
"I see the Nazgul. Don't see her."
"She's dressed up like a man right now. Merry should be near by."
"Merry? Does he kill a Nazgul?" Pippin asked.
"He helps. Keep watching. The Nazgul is going to explode."
The threesome watched the battle from crouched behind a high wall, munching on Pop Tarts. Suddenly a large plume of black dust sprang up from the battle field and they began to cheer.
"That was great!" Jo cheered.
"Kinda anti-cilmatic don't you think?" Shawn asked.
"How so?"
"Well it could have burst into green flames or something like that."
"Beggers can't be choosers. Let's get back to the throne room. Faramir is going to come back injured and I don't want Denethor trying to light him on fire."
"Fire?!" Pippin squeaked
*******
"Lord Faramir!" Jo shouted, springing to her feet.
The dishelved, wound prince looked up at her, his face creased in pain. "Have you seen the out come of this battle?" he demanded.
"Yeah," Jo said, glancing at Shawn.
Shawn shrugged. "You guys win. But your injured and sick. You should lie down."
"No. I must get back to the field."
"Uh," Jo said. "You don't need to. Its Aragorn. He's back."
"Really?" Shawn asked and turned to look where Jo was.
Great ships were sailing in the distance, coming toward the city.
"See? You can go lie down."
Faramir nodded and staggered.
Shawn sprang foward, wrapping an arm around his waist to steady him.
Jo rolled her eyes. "Pippin, you go watch after Denethor. Shawn take Faramir somewhere and make sure you know who doesn't come near him until after the batttle. I'm gonna go watch the battle and get Aragorn as soon as its over."
"Yeah," Shawn chuckled. "I'm sure that's what yer gonna do."
"Stop being a pervert. And don't grope him! He's barely concious you sicko."
"I'm looking for injuries," Shawn replied and lead Faramir away.
*******
"Do you have a death wish?" Aragorn asked Jo when she met him at the gate.
"No. I was looking for you. You need to hurry up and go heal Faramir."
"Or what will happen?" Aragorn asked, raising an eyebrow.
"He'll get molested by Shawn."
"What?"
"Nothing. I can't tell you. Hurry up."
Aragorn rolled his eyes but followed Jo as she led him up to their apartment where Shawn had taken Faramir.
"Here." Jo pressed a bag into Aragorn's hand. "King's foil. Get with the healing."
Shawn slaundered over to Jo, all smiles.
"I can't believe you undressed him," Jo mumbled under her breath as they waited on Aragorn.
"Just his shirt. He was hot. Very hot."
Before Jo could say anything Pippin opened the door quietly and hurried in.
"Denethor is dead," he whispered.
"Yup. Flaming king. What a way to go."
Pippin gazed in awe at Shawn and she beamed proudly.
"He's as well as can be expected," Aragorn said, leaving Faramir to sleep. "He needs to rest though."
"Great. Shawn will make sure he does that and you need to go back out into the city and heal more people. Quickly now."
"I know," Aragorn said cheerfully. He clamped a hand down on Jo's shoulder. "And you are coming with me."
"Me?" Jo squeaked. "Why?'
"I need help. And Shawn is going to stay here and watch Faramir. Like you said. Bye Shawn!" Aragorn sang as he pushed Jo out the door.
"But I don't wanna get all bloody!" Jo wailed.
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And another chapter. Not the best but not the worst. Only two chapters to go. The next one is probably going to be a long one. Don't forget to review. I've got plagues.
And the thank you list which I've forgotten lately. Thank you very much too:
Coolio02
PrincessEvenstar
Enna
giveGodtheglory
Cassie-bear01
Chrystyna
Mellon1
Meneglinie
AND
Holly and Shawn
Thanks for reviewing you guys!!! ^__^
By: Writes with Block
Author's Notes: Ha ha. I'm updating yet again. Months of nothing and then suddenly updates everywhich way. Kinda like rain in Texas. It must be the jersey. I has to be. I'm wearing it now cause I'm watching the Arsenal v Liverpool game and I just wanna write something. So this is the first of the last three chapters. I might finish the story today folks. Ah that would be surprising.
***
Disclaimer: Not mine but if someone wants to sell the rights I'm here.
***
Chapter Sixteen: Run and Hide!
"I won't go! And you can't make me!"
"No no! We won't go! No no! We won't go!"
"If you children don't be quiet," Gandalf growled.
Jo continued to march around the room chanting and Shawn quickly follwed her. Pippin sat watching them quietly.
"Have you seen whats out there?" Jo asked. "I can run from Orcs and Uruk-hai but those Nazgul fly. There's no way I can out run something that flys."
Shawn nodded in agreement, still chanting.
"I've made it this far with out being eaten by something. I'm not gonna screw that up now."
"We're being sieged," Gandalf sighed, struggling with his temper.
"And that's why we're hiding," Shawn replied.
"It would assure the troops if you were to stand with them. You can see the future after all. What will they think if you do nothing but hide?"
"Tell them we're cowards," Jo said.
"Yeah. Big ones."
"If you don't get out there I'm going to turn you into toads."
"Better toads than in a Nazgul's stomach!"
Gandalf grabbed both girls and dragged them out of the stable.
"Tell them what you've seen!" Jo yelled to Pippin.
"Who?" Pippin asked,following Gandalf.
"Wait a tic. Has Faramir come back yet?"
"Not yet," Gandalf said, glaring down at her.
"Take me to the city wall!"
"I thougth you were frightened."
"I still am but there's gonna be a good show. Cummon Shawn. Get the popcorn."
"Don't have any."
"Get the M&Ms."
"None of those either."
"Pop tarts?"
"Can do."
"All right!"
*******
"So what are we watching?" Shawn asked after Gandalf left to talk with Denethor.
"The jump-in-your-pants chick is going to kill the king of the Nazgul."
"I see the Nazgul. Don't see her."
"She's dressed up like a man right now. Merry should be near by."
"Merry? Does he kill a Nazgul?" Pippin asked.
"He helps. Keep watching. The Nazgul is going to explode."
The threesome watched the battle from crouched behind a high wall, munching on Pop Tarts. Suddenly a large plume of black dust sprang up from the battle field and they began to cheer.
"That was great!" Jo cheered.
"Kinda anti-cilmatic don't you think?" Shawn asked.
"How so?"
"Well it could have burst into green flames or something like that."
"Beggers can't be choosers. Let's get back to the throne room. Faramir is going to come back injured and I don't want Denethor trying to light him on fire."
"Fire?!" Pippin squeaked
*******
"Lord Faramir!" Jo shouted, springing to her feet.
The dishelved, wound prince looked up at her, his face creased in pain. "Have you seen the out come of this battle?" he demanded.
"Yeah," Jo said, glancing at Shawn.
Shawn shrugged. "You guys win. But your injured and sick. You should lie down."
"No. I must get back to the field."
"Uh," Jo said. "You don't need to. Its Aragorn. He's back."
"Really?" Shawn asked and turned to look where Jo was.
Great ships were sailing in the distance, coming toward the city.
"See? You can go lie down."
Faramir nodded and staggered.
Shawn sprang foward, wrapping an arm around his waist to steady him.
Jo rolled her eyes. "Pippin, you go watch after Denethor. Shawn take Faramir somewhere and make sure you know who doesn't come near him until after the batttle. I'm gonna go watch the battle and get Aragorn as soon as its over."
"Yeah," Shawn chuckled. "I'm sure that's what yer gonna do."
"Stop being a pervert. And don't grope him! He's barely concious you sicko."
"I'm looking for injuries," Shawn replied and lead Faramir away.
*******
"Do you have a death wish?" Aragorn asked Jo when she met him at the gate.
"No. I was looking for you. You need to hurry up and go heal Faramir."
"Or what will happen?" Aragorn asked, raising an eyebrow.
"He'll get molested by Shawn."
"What?"
"Nothing. I can't tell you. Hurry up."
Aragorn rolled his eyes but followed Jo as she led him up to their apartment where Shawn had taken Faramir.
"Here." Jo pressed a bag into Aragorn's hand. "King's foil. Get with the healing."
Shawn slaundered over to Jo, all smiles.
"I can't believe you undressed him," Jo mumbled under her breath as they waited on Aragorn.
"Just his shirt. He was hot. Very hot."
Before Jo could say anything Pippin opened the door quietly and hurried in.
"Denethor is dead," he whispered.
"Yup. Flaming king. What a way to go."
Pippin gazed in awe at Shawn and she beamed proudly.
"He's as well as can be expected," Aragorn said, leaving Faramir to sleep. "He needs to rest though."
"Great. Shawn will make sure he does that and you need to go back out into the city and heal more people. Quickly now."
"I know," Aragorn said cheerfully. He clamped a hand down on Jo's shoulder. "And you are coming with me."
"Me?" Jo squeaked. "Why?'
"I need help. And Shawn is going to stay here and watch Faramir. Like you said. Bye Shawn!" Aragorn sang as he pushed Jo out the door.
"But I don't wanna get all bloody!" Jo wailed.
*********
And another chapter. Not the best but not the worst. Only two chapters to go. The next one is probably going to be a long one. Don't forget to review. I've got plagues.
And the thank you list which I've forgotten lately. Thank you very much too:
Coolio02
PrincessEvenstar
Enna
giveGodtheglory
Cassie-bear01
Chrystyna
Mellon1
Meneglinie
AND
Holly and Shawn
Thanks for reviewing you guys!!! ^__^