Tory and Ali Screw wit Lord of the Rings
Chapter 11
I leaned forward on the horse, not really caring, looking kind of like Aragorn when he was going to Helm's Deep and he was half dead. Tory, don't think about Aragorn!!! I couldn't get him out of my head. I missed him like hell. When I had fallen in love before, I had fallen real hard. Looked like I had done it again. My thoughts went back to our conversation.
~*~*~Annoying Flashback~*~*~
(A/N: This is what I was doing that Ali did not want to write about in the last chapter. Just to let you know.)
I was rushing around looking for Aragorn. Where was he?! Ali and I had to leave soon and I wanted to say good-bye. I probably would never see him again.
I love him...I can't love him...I have to leave...Oh My God what am I going to do?! I thought hysterically. Where was he?! I heard a male voice from behind me.
"Tory? Is that you?"
"Oh, thank god, Aragorn, I need to talk to you!" I whirled around. It was Eomer. He looked sheepish. "Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were Aragorn." There was an embarrassing silence.
"Look.... I have to... tell you... something." He said haltingly.
"Ok, shoot." I said.
"I don't know how to say this but I like you as more than a friend. I know you like Aragorn and I am insanely jealous of him. If you ever don't like him, then I am always available." He said all in a rush. I was speechless. I didn't know he liked me that much. He must have noticed the look on my face.
"If you don't like me, that's fine." He turned away. I pulled him back.
"Eomer. You will be my friend for a very long time, if you want to be."
"I would like that... a lot. You know I'm still open to more than friendship, though." He grinned shakily. I smiled back and then hugged him. He stared into my eyes, smirked, and kissed me. My eyes widened in shock. Eomer stood back, then smirked again. (These Middle-Earth people like smirking.)
"That was nice." He whispered.
"Hello... I AM dating!" I said in disbelief. He had some nerve!!!
"Yes, she is." said another voice Eomer whirled around. It was Aragorn. "Please leave us."
"Jealous, are we?" Eomer scoffed.
"Yes and I have a right to be" Aragorn growled. "Leave." Go Aragorn, go Aragorn!
"Well talk to you later, Tory." He walked away. Aragorn watched him go and then turned to me. "What were you doing with him?!"
"We're friends, ok? He like me, but respects you enough to back off. Be happy."
"He didn't seem like he was backing off." Aragorn said.
"Just let it go! It was nothing. Don't you trust me?!" I almost yelled.
"Fine, it was nothing, I believe you." He pulled me in for a hug and kissed my forehead. "I love you." I froze in shock, speechless. After an embarrassing silence, he pulled away.
"You don't love me?"
"No.... it's just saying 'I love you' seems to be such a big commitment. Love is a strong word. I don't want to be hurt with a commitment." I stuttered.
"You don't want to make a commitment?"
"No it's not that... It's just... I don't know how to say this, but I can't fall in love with you. Ali and I are leaving. Today. We're going back to our world. I'll never see you again. You have to get on with your life. You have to be king of fricking *Gondor*! You have to have heirs. And I am NOT the right person for doing that with! Pretend that it was a dream. I have to go now." I turned away. He grabbed me.
"Do you love me?" Aragorn looked at me. His blue-grey eyes were expressionless. I stared at him in silence, fighting tears.
"Do you?" He asked again.
"Please don't ask me that." I turned away again. He grabbed me strongly, making me look at him.
"Do you love me?"
"Screw it all, yes!! I have to go NOW." I ran away, but of course everyone in this world is faster than me with the exception of Gimli, who was fat and Gandalf, who is old. Aragorn caught up with me.
"Tory, stop!"
"You're making it harder! I HAVE to go!" I walked quickly, head down, not looking at him.
"Tory."
"I'm LEAVING! Good-bye!"
"TORY!" I turned around in astonishment. I hadn't heard Aragorn yell before.
"Wha-?" He cut me off with a huge hug.
"I will love you as whatever you want me to love you, even if it is only as a dream." he whispered in my ear. (A/N: Let's have a collective AWWWW...) I hugged him back.
"I have to get on with my life and you have to get on with yours. And I guess I don't want to be a dream and I don't want you to be. How about just friends?" I said.
"All right, friends."
"Goodbye," We hugged again. I looked into his eye and wanted to kiss him so badly, but I knew that I couldn't. Then I ran off because Ali was waiting for me (and I didn't want him see me cry)
~*~*~End of Flashback~*~*~
"Tory, are you ok?" Ali asked, concerned.
"Yea, fine. Do we have any food? I'm hungry." I replied.
"We've got some apples, dried meat, bread and lembas. We should save them for later though." She swung the bag of food at me. I dismounted and grabbed the bag of food from her. I was starving!
"Don't eat the whole thing! We have a long ride ahead." she yelled. She got off her horse and we had sort of a picnic. Then we rode more until night. Then we slept, taking watch hours (you don't even want to know how boring THAT is. I was out of good songs to sing in my head after about an hour) and got up and rode.
To make a REALLY long story short, we rode and rode and rode etc etc. I think we rode for five days. I have no clue where we ended up when we heard voices for the first time in a long time. We dismounted and spied on them from behind a boulder.
"Come back here..." Splashing drowned out the rest of the sentence.
I looked at Ali. I could hear water! Bath time! Yes! I could finally be CLEAN! I jumped up and ran over to the river. I was tripped and had a sword to my throat before you could say "What the hell?!" Ali came after me and had an identical sword to her throat.
"Tory, why do you always get us into trouble?!" Ali growled.
"Oops," I looked up at my captor. It was a very short person with orangey hair. I would guess that would be Sam. He was talking to the other hobbit with dark hair (who would be Frodo) and looking at me.
"Look, Mr. Frodo, we caught an elf!" he said excitedly. I heard Ali snort. Hey, who said I couldn't be an elf? Tall, blonde, blue eyes. I am elf-licious! So. I'm not exactly graceful, but that can be worked on!
"What would an elf be doing this close to Mordor?" Frodo asked him.
"She's sure as hell not an elf. Tory, an elf? She'd trip and fall before you could make her shoot the bow and arrow." Thanks. Some friend you are.
"So this is no elf?" Frodo asked.
"Right, ass brain." Ali shot back. I think she was a little bit pissed off about having a sword to her neck. She doesn't like swords as much as I do *grin*.
"What is an ass?" Sam wondered.
"Please, you don't want to know. Anyway, we won't hurt you. We want to help you. We know what burden you carry." I said. Frodo gasped and clutched his throat for the Ring. Sam waved his sword around, threatening us.
"Calm down. We come from Merry, Pippin, Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli, who send their greetings." Ali told them.
"Aragorn? How is Aragorn?" Frodo asked anxiously. My (slashy) thoughts immediately went to Frodo/Aragorn. (A/N: Sorry Nina, but you know I have a sick mind!)
"He's.ok," I said, my thoughts going back to our conversation. I felt like crying.
"While Tory goes off thinking about the problems in her love life, will you please let me up?!?!" Ali yelled. Frodo hastily removed his sword from her neck.
"We don't even know who you are. Why should we let you help us?" Sam asked, looking suspicious.
"I am Tory and this is my friend, Ali. We are from the race of Men. We met Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli and journeyed with them. We-" I was interrupted.
"We don't need long, winded introductions, geez! We want to help you, ok! Get it through your small heads!" Ali yelled. Pissed off, much? The hobbits nodded.
"You will have to let the horses go back. They will not last long in the labyrinth of Emyn Muil." Frodo said. Ali nodded. Hey, I liked my horse now! We'd been through a lot together. But I saw the logic in this. I hugged Umbar (the horse, whose name means 'fate' in Queyna) and shooed him away.
"We probably should write a letter to Legolas or whoever finds the horse to let them know that we haven't died." Ali said.
"Good idea." I replied. She found a piece of charcoal and ripped open the old food bag.
~*~*~*~
To whoever finds this horse (preferably Legolas, Aragorn, and Co):
We are safe and have found F and S. They are fine. We are traveling with them. Hope to see you again.
Love Tory and Ali
Lots of XOXOXO from Ali to Legolas
~*~*~*~
Ali tied it to the saddle and slapped her horse, Hwesta ('breeze' in Queyna). She reared (the horse, not Ali) and ran off across the plain with my black Umbar close behind. I waved to them.
"Why are you waving? The horse won't wave back." Ali said disgustedly. I didn't care. I liked my horse now. 180 degree turn; for a love-hate relationship.
I turned and shouldered my pack. We were getting ready for a LONG walk. I turned to pick up my pack and accidentally bumped into Frodo. All of a sudden, I was hit by a green body. I felt slimy hands at my throat. I looked up into grey eyes I gasped for breath, and then darkness hit.
A/N: Oooo! A cliffhanger! Suspense! You'll just have to wait to find out!
Chapter 11
I leaned forward on the horse, not really caring, looking kind of like Aragorn when he was going to Helm's Deep and he was half dead. Tory, don't think about Aragorn!!! I couldn't get him out of my head. I missed him like hell. When I had fallen in love before, I had fallen real hard. Looked like I had done it again. My thoughts went back to our conversation.
~*~*~Annoying Flashback~*~*~
(A/N: This is what I was doing that Ali did not want to write about in the last chapter. Just to let you know.)
I was rushing around looking for Aragorn. Where was he?! Ali and I had to leave soon and I wanted to say good-bye. I probably would never see him again.
I love him...I can't love him...I have to leave...Oh My God what am I going to do?! I thought hysterically. Where was he?! I heard a male voice from behind me.
"Tory? Is that you?"
"Oh, thank god, Aragorn, I need to talk to you!" I whirled around. It was Eomer. He looked sheepish. "Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were Aragorn." There was an embarrassing silence.
"Look.... I have to... tell you... something." He said haltingly.
"Ok, shoot." I said.
"I don't know how to say this but I like you as more than a friend. I know you like Aragorn and I am insanely jealous of him. If you ever don't like him, then I am always available." He said all in a rush. I was speechless. I didn't know he liked me that much. He must have noticed the look on my face.
"If you don't like me, that's fine." He turned away. I pulled him back.
"Eomer. You will be my friend for a very long time, if you want to be."
"I would like that... a lot. You know I'm still open to more than friendship, though." He grinned shakily. I smiled back and then hugged him. He stared into my eyes, smirked, and kissed me. My eyes widened in shock. Eomer stood back, then smirked again. (These Middle-Earth people like smirking.)
"That was nice." He whispered.
"Hello... I AM dating!" I said in disbelief. He had some nerve!!!
"Yes, she is." said another voice Eomer whirled around. It was Aragorn. "Please leave us."
"Jealous, are we?" Eomer scoffed.
"Yes and I have a right to be" Aragorn growled. "Leave." Go Aragorn, go Aragorn!
"Well talk to you later, Tory." He walked away. Aragorn watched him go and then turned to me. "What were you doing with him?!"
"We're friends, ok? He like me, but respects you enough to back off. Be happy."
"He didn't seem like he was backing off." Aragorn said.
"Just let it go! It was nothing. Don't you trust me?!" I almost yelled.
"Fine, it was nothing, I believe you." He pulled me in for a hug and kissed my forehead. "I love you." I froze in shock, speechless. After an embarrassing silence, he pulled away.
"You don't love me?"
"No.... it's just saying 'I love you' seems to be such a big commitment. Love is a strong word. I don't want to be hurt with a commitment." I stuttered.
"You don't want to make a commitment?"
"No it's not that... It's just... I don't know how to say this, but I can't fall in love with you. Ali and I are leaving. Today. We're going back to our world. I'll never see you again. You have to get on with your life. You have to be king of fricking *Gondor*! You have to have heirs. And I am NOT the right person for doing that with! Pretend that it was a dream. I have to go now." I turned away. He grabbed me.
"Do you love me?" Aragorn looked at me. His blue-grey eyes were expressionless. I stared at him in silence, fighting tears.
"Do you?" He asked again.
"Please don't ask me that." I turned away again. He grabbed me strongly, making me look at him.
"Do you love me?"
"Screw it all, yes!! I have to go NOW." I ran away, but of course everyone in this world is faster than me with the exception of Gimli, who was fat and Gandalf, who is old. Aragorn caught up with me.
"Tory, stop!"
"You're making it harder! I HAVE to go!" I walked quickly, head down, not looking at him.
"Tory."
"I'm LEAVING! Good-bye!"
"TORY!" I turned around in astonishment. I hadn't heard Aragorn yell before.
"Wha-?" He cut me off with a huge hug.
"I will love you as whatever you want me to love you, even if it is only as a dream." he whispered in my ear. (A/N: Let's have a collective AWWWW...) I hugged him back.
"I have to get on with my life and you have to get on with yours. And I guess I don't want to be a dream and I don't want you to be. How about just friends?" I said.
"All right, friends."
"Goodbye," We hugged again. I looked into his eye and wanted to kiss him so badly, but I knew that I couldn't. Then I ran off because Ali was waiting for me (and I didn't want him see me cry)
~*~*~End of Flashback~*~*~
"Tory, are you ok?" Ali asked, concerned.
"Yea, fine. Do we have any food? I'm hungry." I replied.
"We've got some apples, dried meat, bread and lembas. We should save them for later though." She swung the bag of food at me. I dismounted and grabbed the bag of food from her. I was starving!
"Don't eat the whole thing! We have a long ride ahead." she yelled. She got off her horse and we had sort of a picnic. Then we rode more until night. Then we slept, taking watch hours (you don't even want to know how boring THAT is. I was out of good songs to sing in my head after about an hour) and got up and rode.
To make a REALLY long story short, we rode and rode and rode etc etc. I think we rode for five days. I have no clue where we ended up when we heard voices for the first time in a long time. We dismounted and spied on them from behind a boulder.
"Come back here..." Splashing drowned out the rest of the sentence.
I looked at Ali. I could hear water! Bath time! Yes! I could finally be CLEAN! I jumped up and ran over to the river. I was tripped and had a sword to my throat before you could say "What the hell?!" Ali came after me and had an identical sword to her throat.
"Tory, why do you always get us into trouble?!" Ali growled.
"Oops," I looked up at my captor. It was a very short person with orangey hair. I would guess that would be Sam. He was talking to the other hobbit with dark hair (who would be Frodo) and looking at me.
"Look, Mr. Frodo, we caught an elf!" he said excitedly. I heard Ali snort. Hey, who said I couldn't be an elf? Tall, blonde, blue eyes. I am elf-licious! So. I'm not exactly graceful, but that can be worked on!
"What would an elf be doing this close to Mordor?" Frodo asked him.
"She's sure as hell not an elf. Tory, an elf? She'd trip and fall before you could make her shoot the bow and arrow." Thanks. Some friend you are.
"So this is no elf?" Frodo asked.
"Right, ass brain." Ali shot back. I think she was a little bit pissed off about having a sword to her neck. She doesn't like swords as much as I do *grin*.
"What is an ass?" Sam wondered.
"Please, you don't want to know. Anyway, we won't hurt you. We want to help you. We know what burden you carry." I said. Frodo gasped and clutched his throat for the Ring. Sam waved his sword around, threatening us.
"Calm down. We come from Merry, Pippin, Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli, who send their greetings." Ali told them.
"Aragorn? How is Aragorn?" Frodo asked anxiously. My (slashy) thoughts immediately went to Frodo/Aragorn. (A/N: Sorry Nina, but you know I have a sick mind!)
"He's.ok," I said, my thoughts going back to our conversation. I felt like crying.
"While Tory goes off thinking about the problems in her love life, will you please let me up?!?!" Ali yelled. Frodo hastily removed his sword from her neck.
"We don't even know who you are. Why should we let you help us?" Sam asked, looking suspicious.
"I am Tory and this is my friend, Ali. We are from the race of Men. We met Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli and journeyed with them. We-" I was interrupted.
"We don't need long, winded introductions, geez! We want to help you, ok! Get it through your small heads!" Ali yelled. Pissed off, much? The hobbits nodded.
"You will have to let the horses go back. They will not last long in the labyrinth of Emyn Muil." Frodo said. Ali nodded. Hey, I liked my horse now! We'd been through a lot together. But I saw the logic in this. I hugged Umbar (the horse, whose name means 'fate' in Queyna) and shooed him away.
"We probably should write a letter to Legolas or whoever finds the horse to let them know that we haven't died." Ali said.
"Good idea." I replied. She found a piece of charcoal and ripped open the old food bag.
~*~*~*~
To whoever finds this horse (preferably Legolas, Aragorn, and Co):
We are safe and have found F and S. They are fine. We are traveling with them. Hope to see you again.
Love Tory and Ali
Lots of XOXOXO from Ali to Legolas
~*~*~*~
Ali tied it to the saddle and slapped her horse, Hwesta ('breeze' in Queyna). She reared (the horse, not Ali) and ran off across the plain with my black Umbar close behind. I waved to them.
"Why are you waving? The horse won't wave back." Ali said disgustedly. I didn't care. I liked my horse now. 180 degree turn; for a love-hate relationship.
I turned and shouldered my pack. We were getting ready for a LONG walk. I turned to pick up my pack and accidentally bumped into Frodo. All of a sudden, I was hit by a green body. I felt slimy hands at my throat. I looked up into grey eyes I gasped for breath, and then darkness hit.
A/N: Oooo! A cliffhanger! Suspense! You'll just have to wait to find out!