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Time: Definitely Not Irish
A/N: Yes, now you guys get at least FIVE chapters.9_9 I promised them to Holly for her birthday. Plus she's burning a few cds for me.*snicker*
Holly composed herself and heard some chatter behind the big oak doors that separated herself and her family-to-be. A mirror in the hallway was strategically placed (A/N: funny how stories do that) and the woman checked her hair and makeup in it before walking through the doors, breathing deeply. She had gone on overnight missions drunk and flown tmocats drunk. How is meeting the in-laws any different?.Just a piece of cake.or a keg of budweiser..
Holly's Diary Entry:
Tonight was interesting. I mean, Denethor was nice and all, don't get me wrong. But MAN. If I were Boromir I would be shocked as all hell! His dad is really a party animal! I don't remember much, but what I do remember is the local pub.standing on the bar.singing songs? *shakes head* Well, in any case, he call sme "daughter" now! I'm sure Boromir is happy about that. Although the "fright I gave him last night" must have knocked the wind out of him. I haven't seen him yet and it's almost noon!.In other news, I had a strange dream.
What really happened:
Author as narator: *clears throat noisily* After several drinks at the dinner table, Holly began giggling uncontrollably when the conversation of war was brought up. A very pressing matter, as I'm sure you know. Anywho.she began ranting to the Steward.
"War? WAR?! Why do we need WAR? It's messy and icky and *hiccup* very inconvenient. What with having a pub, I'm sure EVERYONE can get along. Expecially when they're wasted! *giggles some more*"
At this point, Boromir and his father stared at the girl in shock. She stared at her food some, hiccuped some, even mumbled some. Then stood up, hitting the table with her palm. "You know what?! It's too quite for me in here and I'm drunk! Let's go to the local bar!" Holly declared, pulling Boromir by the shirt collar. Denethor followed slowly, bewildered by the "spunk" of his son's betrothed.
Needless to say, Denethor had a night on the town while Boromir sat in the background rueing Holly for being nerve-wracking. His father had a wonderful time, gulping with his men in arms, singing old songs he had forgotten from his youthful years and sharing amateur jokes that he wouldn't be able to share anywhere else. When the night was over, Boromir's hair was thoroughly ruffled from worry and Denethor stumbled back to his room, singing and swaying a pint of ale sloppily from side to side. Holly was hanging on Boromir's limp arm, laughing and slurring about the night they had had. And then they all went their merry ways and blardidar da haminah haminah.You get the point I'm sure. ^_^
A/N: Yes yes, different from the usual, but still better than nothing, right?
Time: Definitely Not Irish
A/N: Yes, now you guys get at least FIVE chapters.9_9 I promised them to Holly for her birthday. Plus she's burning a few cds for me.*snicker*
Holly composed herself and heard some chatter behind the big oak doors that separated herself and her family-to-be. A mirror in the hallway was strategically placed (A/N: funny how stories do that) and the woman checked her hair and makeup in it before walking through the doors, breathing deeply. She had gone on overnight missions drunk and flown tmocats drunk. How is meeting the in-laws any different?.Just a piece of cake.or a keg of budweiser..
Holly's Diary Entry:
Tonight was interesting. I mean, Denethor was nice and all, don't get me wrong. But MAN. If I were Boromir I would be shocked as all hell! His dad is really a party animal! I don't remember much, but what I do remember is the local pub.standing on the bar.singing songs? *shakes head* Well, in any case, he call sme "daughter" now! I'm sure Boromir is happy about that. Although the "fright I gave him last night" must have knocked the wind out of him. I haven't seen him yet and it's almost noon!.In other news, I had a strange dream.
What really happened:
Author as narator: *clears throat noisily* After several drinks at the dinner table, Holly began giggling uncontrollably when the conversation of war was brought up. A very pressing matter, as I'm sure you know. Anywho.she began ranting to the Steward.
"War? WAR?! Why do we need WAR? It's messy and icky and *hiccup* very inconvenient. What with having a pub, I'm sure EVERYONE can get along. Expecially when they're wasted! *giggles some more*"
At this point, Boromir and his father stared at the girl in shock. She stared at her food some, hiccuped some, even mumbled some. Then stood up, hitting the table with her palm. "You know what?! It's too quite for me in here and I'm drunk! Let's go to the local bar!" Holly declared, pulling Boromir by the shirt collar. Denethor followed slowly, bewildered by the "spunk" of his son's betrothed.
Needless to say, Denethor had a night on the town while Boromir sat in the background rueing Holly for being nerve-wracking. His father had a wonderful time, gulping with his men in arms, singing old songs he had forgotten from his youthful years and sharing amateur jokes that he wouldn't be able to share anywhere else. When the night was over, Boromir's hair was thoroughly ruffled from worry and Denethor stumbled back to his room, singing and swaying a pint of ale sloppily from side to side. Holly was hanging on Boromir's limp arm, laughing and slurring about the night they had had. And then they all went their merry ways and blardidar da haminah haminah.You get the point I'm sure. ^_^
A/N: Yes yes, different from the usual, but still better than nothing, right?