Chapter 2: What's up with Aragorn?
A/N~ I've decided that I want to be mean to Kitty in this chapter. Hehe. Oh, and FYI, breathing is so overrated. Vanessa's POV.
Disclaimer:
Me: Me teka Oz!
Aragorn: What did you just say? And in what language?
Me: 'I am the Great and Powerful Oz', I think, and I dunno what language.
Boromir: Then, if you don't know the language, why did you say it?
Me: I'm weird; do I need a reason to quote Stargate?
Aragorn & Boromir: No. *Roll eyes*
"Food!" Kitty cried when we came into view of the dining hall. She ran ahead of us (with Legolas in tow) and charged full speed towards the buffet table, crashing into an elderly couple in the process.
"I see her appetite hasn't changed," Boromir stated.
"Nope. Not really," I said.
"I feel sorry for Leggy," Courtney commented. "He has to put up with Kits's cravings. He also has to pay for them!"
"True," Christy laughed.
Our dinner was quite an elaborate buffet filled with all kinds of food from all over the world. There were burgers, fries, chicken nuggets, rice, sweet & sour chicken, tamales, enchiladas, fajitas (Don't offer Sam any! Remember what happened last time? Hehehe!), oh the list goes on and on! (I think she was hungry when she wrote this...)
We found a couple of table to sit at, three actually. There was the 'married peoples' table, which consisted of (duh!) Kitty, Legolas, Christy, and Merry. There was the 'little kids' table, which sat the hobbits, Alex, and Gimli. And, the best for last (To quote Chaka, PFFT!), the 'normal, unmarried, supercool' (Again, I quote Chaka, PFFT!) table that Boromir, Gandalf, Courtney, me and Aragorn all sat at.
"Do we have any ketchup?" I asked, looking around the table. I have this weird obsession with ketchup; I use it a lot more than I should. But the strangest thing is, I hate tomatoes.
"No," Courtney said. "But I think Kitty has some at her table."
That did it. "Umm...no, that's OK, I don't need it that badly." I was afraid Kits would bite my hand off if she thought I was stealing her food. No thanks, I like my hands right where they are.
"What? Are you scared?" Boromir asked, amused.
No," I lied.
"Then go borrow some!" Court yelled.
"Nope. I don't want it."
"Here, I'll go with you," she said.
"No! Don't make me go!" Too late; she was dragging me over to the "married losers, I mean, people" table. ^.^
"Hi, Kitty!" Courtney said, cheerfully. "Could we borrow your ketchup for a moment?"
Kitty's eyes darkened. "Excuse me? I thought I heard you ask to take away my food. Haha. Silly me."
"Umm...I just wanted to borrow it."
"That's where you're wrong," she said, matter-of-factly. "You see, you won't give back the ketchup you used; nor do I want it. So the answer is 'no."
My jaw dropped. I should have expected it, but it still took me by surprise. I regain myself and led Courtney away.
After we had finished our (yummy to my tummy) food, we headed back to our rooms. It was too early for bed (not like that!), so we all tried to cram ourselves into my room. It was a tight fit so Pippin, Courtney, Sam, Frodo, and Gandalf went into one of the guy rooms and we left both doors open so we could see each other.
"I'm bored," Alex whined.
I grinned and looked at Christy, who smiled and nodded to show that she understood. "We could always watch LotR..."
"No! I'm not that bored."
Christy and I just laughed. Alex was such a loser. How can you not like LotR? Only losers. (That may be, but only I am allowed to call him a loser. You call him 'fag' & I call him practically everything else!)
I finally gave up on trying to convince Alex to watch LotR and went to join Aragorn. For some strange reason, I had not been spending much time with him.
"Hiya!" I laughed while sitting on his lap. I gave him a quick kiss and looked up at him. He was staring off into space, thinking hard about something. "Hello-o?"
He grunted (don't ask) in response, still staring.
"Dude? What's your problem?" I asked. When he didn't reply, I scoffed and went to find Christy. Surprisingly, she wasn't making out with Merry. "Christy, can I sit with you guys? Heir Boi over there won't give me time of day."
"I wonder why?" she joked.
I just rolled my eyes. "Move over."
"Who said you could sit with us?"
"Me. (Who cares what you say?!?! Hehehe!) Now move," I commanded. "Hey, Merry, do you know why Aragorn hasn't been talking to me? Is it something I said?"
Before he could answer, Christy interjected. "No, it's just your face that scared him off." (Bit of trivia- I actually thought that as I read this! Go figure!)
"No," he said slowly. "I don't know if I'm the one who should be telling you, but Arwen wants him...bad. I don't think he can resist her temptations." (OK, (to quote Jack) who talks like that?! Geez!)
"What?!" I screamed. "That wench again?! I can't compete with her; she has perfect skin. Damn Elves."
Legolas heard that though. "Wonderful Elves? Yes. Hott Elves? Yes. Damn Elves? No." (Disclaimer: That line was from a fic called "Halloween at Aragorn's" by Blanton Cirith. That was a plug.)
"So do you meant to tell me that Aragorn is in love with Arwen?" I asked. I could feel the hot tears already forming in my eyes. This was just what I needed; Arwen.
"I'm kinda tired, guys. I'm going to bed. Do you mind going into someone else's room?" I asked.
They left, Courtney too, who said she wasn't tired.
As soon as they were gone, I threw myself on my bed and cried myself to sleep.
(A/N~ Why did I do this to myself? Plus, this is supposed to be humor, not feel-sorry-for-yourself.)
.~*~.
The next morning, I decided to skip breakfast. I didn't want to show up with puffy eyes from crying all night.
A little later there was a knock at my door. Figuring it was housekeeping (Do they have that on ship?), I opened it. Guess what. It wasn't housekeeping. There in my doorway stood Aragorn. I was tempted to shut the door in his face, but thought better. "What?" I asked coldly.
"I didn't see you at breakfast," he replied.
"Oh, so you noticed I was gone?"
"What are you talking about? Of course I noticed you were gone." He looked a little hurt by my outburst, but I didn't care; he deserved what he got.
"Yeah? Well, you didn't seem to notice last night!"
"I did too. I acknowledged you," he protested.
"You grunted at me. I said, 'Hello', and you grunted. I tried having a conversation with you, but you just stared off into space, thinking about Arwen."
"Who told you about her?" he asked suddenly.
"So it is true? You choose her over me? Well, I hope you're happy! Now, please leave." This time, I did slam the door, and hard. A few moments later, I heard his footsteps leading away from my door.
If he wanted to be with that wench, that was his business. What could she give him? A necklace. What could I give him? Chocolate syrup. But that was his business, not mine, so I was gonna stay out of it.
.~*~.
"Did you talk to her?" Boromir asked his friend as he returned to the dining hall and sat down.
"You could call it that," Aragorn replied solemnly.
"So you didn't talk to her?" Christy questioned.
"Well, I did...and I also didn't. I talked to her, yes, but not about anything important. She just yelled at me for last night."
"From what I understand, she has a reason to yell at you," Christy said leaning in closer. (Why did I lean in? Am I hard of hearing?)
"Then you obviously don't understand," Aragorn answered.
A/N~ Ack! I've had this damn spiral long enough! Hehe! So, how did you like it? Good? Bad? Come on. I can handle it! Go...Christy!
A/N2~ OK, I'll go! *Runs away* Hehehe! You better review cuz you don't know what I'll do if you don't. You better watch out because I'm 'untrustworthy' according to my stepfather and I'm 'gonna end up in jail.' What I did that was so bad- watch TV. How retarded, right? BTW, don't forget to review and make sure you tell Vanessa happy birthday as it's her birthday soon.
A/N~ I've decided that I want to be mean to Kitty in this chapter. Hehe. Oh, and FYI, breathing is so overrated. Vanessa's POV.
Disclaimer:
Me: Me teka Oz!
Aragorn: What did you just say? And in what language?
Me: 'I am the Great and Powerful Oz', I think, and I dunno what language.
Boromir: Then, if you don't know the language, why did you say it?
Me: I'm weird; do I need a reason to quote Stargate?
Aragorn & Boromir: No. *Roll eyes*
"Food!" Kitty cried when we came into view of the dining hall. She ran ahead of us (with Legolas in tow) and charged full speed towards the buffet table, crashing into an elderly couple in the process.
"I see her appetite hasn't changed," Boromir stated.
"Nope. Not really," I said.
"I feel sorry for Leggy," Courtney commented. "He has to put up with Kits's cravings. He also has to pay for them!"
"True," Christy laughed.
Our dinner was quite an elaborate buffet filled with all kinds of food from all over the world. There were burgers, fries, chicken nuggets, rice, sweet & sour chicken, tamales, enchiladas, fajitas (Don't offer Sam any! Remember what happened last time? Hehehe!), oh the list goes on and on! (I think she was hungry when she wrote this...)
We found a couple of table to sit at, three actually. There was the 'married peoples' table, which consisted of (duh!) Kitty, Legolas, Christy, and Merry. There was the 'little kids' table, which sat the hobbits, Alex, and Gimli. And, the best for last (To quote Chaka, PFFT!), the 'normal, unmarried, supercool' (Again, I quote Chaka, PFFT!) table that Boromir, Gandalf, Courtney, me and Aragorn all sat at.
"Do we have any ketchup?" I asked, looking around the table. I have this weird obsession with ketchup; I use it a lot more than I should. But the strangest thing is, I hate tomatoes.
"No," Courtney said. "But I think Kitty has some at her table."
That did it. "Umm...no, that's OK, I don't need it that badly." I was afraid Kits would bite my hand off if she thought I was stealing her food. No thanks, I like my hands right where they are.
"What? Are you scared?" Boromir asked, amused.
No," I lied.
"Then go borrow some!" Court yelled.
"Nope. I don't want it."
"Here, I'll go with you," she said.
"No! Don't make me go!" Too late; she was dragging me over to the "married losers, I mean, people" table. ^.^
"Hi, Kitty!" Courtney said, cheerfully. "Could we borrow your ketchup for a moment?"
Kitty's eyes darkened. "Excuse me? I thought I heard you ask to take away my food. Haha. Silly me."
"Umm...I just wanted to borrow it."
"That's where you're wrong," she said, matter-of-factly. "You see, you won't give back the ketchup you used; nor do I want it. So the answer is 'no."
My jaw dropped. I should have expected it, but it still took me by surprise. I regain myself and led Courtney away.
After we had finished our (yummy to my tummy) food, we headed back to our rooms. It was too early for bed (not like that!), so we all tried to cram ourselves into my room. It was a tight fit so Pippin, Courtney, Sam, Frodo, and Gandalf went into one of the guy rooms and we left both doors open so we could see each other.
"I'm bored," Alex whined.
I grinned and looked at Christy, who smiled and nodded to show that she understood. "We could always watch LotR..."
"No! I'm not that bored."
Christy and I just laughed. Alex was such a loser. How can you not like LotR? Only losers. (That may be, but only I am allowed to call him a loser. You call him 'fag' & I call him practically everything else!)
I finally gave up on trying to convince Alex to watch LotR and went to join Aragorn. For some strange reason, I had not been spending much time with him.
"Hiya!" I laughed while sitting on his lap. I gave him a quick kiss and looked up at him. He was staring off into space, thinking hard about something. "Hello-o?"
He grunted (don't ask) in response, still staring.
"Dude? What's your problem?" I asked. When he didn't reply, I scoffed and went to find Christy. Surprisingly, she wasn't making out with Merry. "Christy, can I sit with you guys? Heir Boi over there won't give me time of day."
"I wonder why?" she joked.
I just rolled my eyes. "Move over."
"Who said you could sit with us?"
"Me. (Who cares what you say?!?! Hehehe!) Now move," I commanded. "Hey, Merry, do you know why Aragorn hasn't been talking to me? Is it something I said?"
Before he could answer, Christy interjected. "No, it's just your face that scared him off." (Bit of trivia- I actually thought that as I read this! Go figure!)
"No," he said slowly. "I don't know if I'm the one who should be telling you, but Arwen wants him...bad. I don't think he can resist her temptations." (OK, (to quote Jack) who talks like that?! Geez!)
"What?!" I screamed. "That wench again?! I can't compete with her; she has perfect skin. Damn Elves."
Legolas heard that though. "Wonderful Elves? Yes. Hott Elves? Yes. Damn Elves? No." (Disclaimer: That line was from a fic called "Halloween at Aragorn's" by Blanton Cirith. That was a plug.)
"So do you meant to tell me that Aragorn is in love with Arwen?" I asked. I could feel the hot tears already forming in my eyes. This was just what I needed; Arwen.
"I'm kinda tired, guys. I'm going to bed. Do you mind going into someone else's room?" I asked.
They left, Courtney too, who said she wasn't tired.
As soon as they were gone, I threw myself on my bed and cried myself to sleep.
(A/N~ Why did I do this to myself? Plus, this is supposed to be humor, not feel-sorry-for-yourself.)
.~*~.
The next morning, I decided to skip breakfast. I didn't want to show up with puffy eyes from crying all night.
A little later there was a knock at my door. Figuring it was housekeeping (Do they have that on ship?), I opened it. Guess what. It wasn't housekeeping. There in my doorway stood Aragorn. I was tempted to shut the door in his face, but thought better. "What?" I asked coldly.
"I didn't see you at breakfast," he replied.
"Oh, so you noticed I was gone?"
"What are you talking about? Of course I noticed you were gone." He looked a little hurt by my outburst, but I didn't care; he deserved what he got.
"Yeah? Well, you didn't seem to notice last night!"
"I did too. I acknowledged you," he protested.
"You grunted at me. I said, 'Hello', and you grunted. I tried having a conversation with you, but you just stared off into space, thinking about Arwen."
"Who told you about her?" he asked suddenly.
"So it is true? You choose her over me? Well, I hope you're happy! Now, please leave." This time, I did slam the door, and hard. A few moments later, I heard his footsteps leading away from my door.
If he wanted to be with that wench, that was his business. What could she give him? A necklace. What could I give him? Chocolate syrup. But that was his business, not mine, so I was gonna stay out of it.
.~*~.
"Did you talk to her?" Boromir asked his friend as he returned to the dining hall and sat down.
"You could call it that," Aragorn replied solemnly.
"So you didn't talk to her?" Christy questioned.
"Well, I did...and I also didn't. I talked to her, yes, but not about anything important. She just yelled at me for last night."
"From what I understand, she has a reason to yell at you," Christy said leaning in closer. (Why did I lean in? Am I hard of hearing?)
"Then you obviously don't understand," Aragorn answered.
A/N~ Ack! I've had this damn spiral long enough! Hehe! So, how did you like it? Good? Bad? Come on. I can handle it! Go...Christy!
A/N2~ OK, I'll go! *Runs away* Hehehe! You better review cuz you don't know what I'll do if you don't. You better watch out because I'm 'untrustworthy' according to my stepfather and I'm 'gonna end up in jail.' What I did that was so bad- watch TV. How retarded, right? BTW, don't forget to review and make sure you tell Vanessa happy birthday as it's her birthday soon.