Chapter 4: A Crisis Resolved
A/N: Jesus! What the f*** was I on when I wrote this?! You see, I was reading over it in the spiral and the whole time I was cringing. Yeah, it's that bad. Jesus, I hate myself right now. Sorry, sorry, I know, I'll try not to put all my personal problems on your shoulders. If you wanted that you'd go read my Live Journal. OK, anyways, on with the chapter.
Disclaimer:
Legolas: *in a sing-song type of voice* They own nothing! They own nothing! Na-na-na-na-na!
Me: Shut up, Blondie.
Haldir: No need to get angry…
Me: *glares*
Legolas: *in perky voice* And even after all that, they still own nothing!
Haldir: Yeah, so please don't sue us.
Me: And please don't hurt me after you read this, I'm not really in the mood. Actually, I'm not in the mood for any of this!
Haldir: I still love you. (A/N: Sorry, I needed that)
"Just talk to her," Gandalf said. He and Aragorn were sitting in the dining hall, having a drink and talking.
"But she won't let me talk to her," Aragorn replied.
"Then have someone talk to her for you."
"I can't do that; I want to be the one who apologizes." Aragorn then grew quiet and left the table.
***
The party was getting a little out of hand. I decided to leave when one of the hobbits (I don't know which one as they all look the same to me) put their underpants one their head and started a conga line. It was disturbing.
So I bid everyone a good night, especially Boromir. He was being so nice to me through all of this. He was nice, cute, and royal, but he was no Aragorn (A/N: He didn't have no back! Ha ha ha! J/J!)
Instead of going back to my room, I went out on deck to try and clear my mind of everything (A/N: And according to Christy, it's not very hard to do. Humph, she's mean to me! I say we should boycott her chapters! Who's with me?!). I could have done that in my room but Courtney and Pippin were in there. So I headed outside.
It was quiet outside, very peaceful. But it was also cold. Who knew the Gulf of Mexico could get cold at night? Not me. I wished I had my famous University of Texas sweatshirt; it's very warm and cozy. (A/N: Oh, and DYK, at UT they have a class about the languages of ME? Yeah, they do!)
Anyway, I stared out at the large ocean, oblivious to everything around me. (Ok, this part I kind of stole from Christy. It's not the exact same, but close enough)
I thought I heard the door open and close but I ignored it as I was in my own pretty little world filled with half naked rangers and Lórien March Wardens…(A/N: Sorry, I couldn't resist!) And as I sat there thinking, Aragorn came to mind. "I miss him," I whispered.
Suddenly, I felt two very fine arms wrap themselves around my waist and a voice whisper in my ear, "He misses you too." (A/N: Gag!)
What was he doing here? "How do you know I was thinking about you?!" I asked. Who was he to assume that I was? And you know what happens when you assume. Besides, he had his little Arwench to go to, shouldn't he be missing her?
"But you were, weren't you?" he asked me, a grin slowly creeping onto his face.
"No!" I lied. "Well, maybe….But why do you care?" I stepped away from his grasp, surprising him a little. "Why are you here with me when you could be with her?"
He looked at me quizzically.
"Answer me this: who do you want to be with? Right here, right now." (Or there's going to be a WWE Smackdown!)
He was silent. Stupid men.
"That's what I thought. Well, see ya around sometime. I'd like to go to bed now, if you don't mind." I started to walk away and I saw Boromir poke his head out the door. I waved to him and he stepped out.
I gave him a tight hug and smiled smugly at Aragorn when Boromir put his arm around my shoulders. I almost burst out laughing at the astonished look on Aragorn's face.
"I went to check on you," Boromir said. "But I only found Courtney and Pippin in the room. And I always thought of her as the good one…"
"Well, good-night Aragorn," I said a little too cheerfully. "I'll see you in the morning I guess." 'I'm so evil,' I thought as I walked away with Boromir. 'But if he's going to choose to be with little miss wench, that's his deal.'
***
"Boromir…" Aragorn started uneasily. "Is…Do you know if Vanessa is still mad at me?" It was later that night and the two men were the only ones in the room.
"That would be a yes," he replied. "And why do you care? You have Arwen now; Vanessa told me about how you chose Arwen over her."
"That's not true! She hadn't let me answer yet."
"What were you doing out there with her if you didn't tell her?" Boromir asked, growing defensive.
"I was out there to apologize to her! She asked me who I loved and before I had a chance to answer her she stormed away. Then you showed up and she left."
"Don't you think you should explain all this to her then? She needs to know."
"I doubt she'll even want to look at me," he answered glumly. (A/N: Oh, and Christy wrote a little note here in the spiral and I thought it was funny. Above that last line she wrote, 'I will then!' I know it doesn't sound that funny once it's typed out but, hey, who's the author here?!)
***
Aragorn and Boromir passed up Christy and Merry on their way to my room. Merry had a pair of boxers on his head and was chugging at a beer bottle.
Boromir looked questionably at the small hobbit, but chose to ignore him. "Is Vanessa in her room?" he asked Christy?
She shrugged and continued leading her drunken hobbit into her room. "I think she is, but I could be wrong."
Boromir knocked on my door. "Now, you know what to do when I call you in, right?" Aragorn nodded. "Good," he replied and knocked again.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," I mumbled, turning on the light and hopping out of bed. I answered the door and came face-to-face with Boromir. "Whadda ya want?" I asked groggily, and squinting my eyes trying to get used to the light.
He looked at the clothes I was wearing; my Eeyore pajama bottoms and Wells Fargo bank shirt. "Interesting. Mind if I come in?" he asked, already stepping in and closing the door but leaving it open a crack.
"Be my guest," I said dryly.
"Now look, I know you don't want to talk about him, but you need to. I was talking to Aragorn…"
I heard the door squeak open and Boromir walked over to the door. "I'm going to stand here until you guys work this out."
"There is nothing I have to discuss with him," I said, crossing my arms across my chest and turning around.
"Vanessa…you didn't let me explain everything tonight…"
"So now it's my fault?!" I screamed.
"No, no, not at all! I wanted to tell you that I do care for Arwen and-"
"That you chose the princess over the pauper. I hear ya loud and clear. Well, now if you're done rubbing it in my face, I'd like to resume sleeping again. Oh, and don't let the door hit your butt on the way out!"
Aragorn sighed. "Vanessa, let me finish. I care for Arwen, but I do not love her. She throws herself at me! And while it is flattering, I do not want a woman like that."
"So…who do choose?" (Man, I made myself dense!)
"Does that statement not make it clear to you?"
"OK, I guess. But why me?"
"Who else would use chocolate syrup like that?" he asked with a sly grin and sat at the foot of my bed.
"If you two are done, I'd like to go to bed now," Boromir said from the doorway.
"Go ahead," Aragorn told him. "I'll be there in a few moments."
AN: *Gag gag gag* Ugh, what the hell was I on when I wrote this?! Gah! Well, if you can't tell, I'm not at all happy with this chapter. Anyway, review me and tell me what you think about this crappy chappy.