Chapter 8- Here Comes Faramir!

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Ashley- 0

Ben- 7 (Leader)

Brittney- 1

Bryan- 1

Dajotre- 2

Kitt- 1

Lisa- 1 1/2

Peter- 1 1/2

Tippy- 3

Tracy- 1 1/2 (Yes!)

kcauz: Poor dogs! lol Thank you very much!

LegosGrl: Very promising it was!

Lalaithiel Noleambar: I knew you were waiting for that cameo!

Rachel13: You think he won't propose, eh? MY STORY!!! lol

butterflyer: Ever?! *dances in circles*

Tangerine Dash: Here you go, Tippy!

Daj: Grr...do you want me to kill you off?! lol

Lapis Rain: Dude! Someone voted for Bryan! I absolutely LOVE Pippin! But so does my language arts teacher, but she can't have him because SHE'S TOO OLD FOR HIM!!! *Sorry if you're reading, Ms. Coaker.*

lisa: Poor Lisa! *sob* 1- Suuuurrreee...lol 2- Riiiiiiight.... I shall write more!

(Sorry I forgot the reviews and such last time.)

Brittney came skipping down the stairs, her new wedding ring on her right hand. She came into the living room and said, "Guess what everybody?!"

They apatheticly looked up at her.

"What?" Dajotre mumbled.

"Today's our one month anniversary!" she exclaimed.

"Oh joy," Bryan said.

"And guess what?!" she grinned.

"What?" Lisa asked.

"I'm Mrs. Brittney Brandybuck!" she shouted. "Excitement! Isn't that the BEST NAME?!"

"Hm," everyone said.

Brittney rolled her eyes and the doorbell rang. No one moved an inch.

"Well don't everybody jump up at one time," Tippy said.

She got up and opened the door to see...

"Fa--Fara---FARAMIR!!!" she screamed.

Tippy leapt into the Son of Gondor's arms. Boromir laughed hystarically at his brother's new circumstance. Faramir looked over at him.

"Boromir?" he said. "I thought you were dead!"

Boromir paused. "Me too."

"Excuse me!" a voice said. "I said EXCUSE ME!"

A girl with glasses and long hair pushed past Faramir and Tippy.

"Theresa!" Lisa, Brittney and Tracy exclaimed.

"Hallo!" she grinned. "I am here! And I will rule all who enter here!"

Dajotre raised an eyebrow. "That's my job, person."

Theresa glared at Daj. "You DARE insult THERESA?!!!"

Dajotre shrugged, and then looked back over at the door. Tippy was still choking Faramir, and at that same exact moment, Eowyn walked in.

"Faramir!" Eowyn exclaimed.

She ran over, but was stopped by Tippy screaming. "MINE!!! GO FIND SOMEONE ELSE!!!"

Eowyn took a step back. "He's MY husband."

"But Eowyn!" Peter grinned. "I thought you loved ARAGORN!"

Eowyn looked over at him and glared. Faramir looked at her.

"What's all this about Aragorn?" he asked.

"Don't listen to him, dear," Eowyn replied. "He's..."

"Mentally retarded is the term you're looking for," Tippy said.

"Hey!" Peter yelled.

Kitt came down with her Legolas clone. She looked over at Tip and Faramir and burst out laughing. "I see you met Tippy. You know, she said that you have...ehm...Tippy, what did you say he had?"

"Fruity lips!" Tippy declared proudly.

"That's it!" Kitt exclaimed. "Fruity lips!"

Faramir raised an eyebrow. "All right then..."

"Where are we gonna put them?" Ashley asked.

All turned to Tracy. She sat there flipping through a magazine. She looked up. "Don't look at me. I'm busy trying to figure out what to get Orlando Bloom for his birthday."

"They can stay in the basement!" Ben said.

"WHAT?! NOOO! YOU CANNOT PUT MY MAN IN THE COLD, DARK BASEMENT!!!" Tippy shrieked.

"Okay! Okay!" Peter yelled. "Geez. We'll have to move some people in the basement."

Tracy circled something in the magazine and stood up. "All right then...we'll have to summon forth..."

The lights dimmed and drums started playing.

"The tribal council," she finished.

The guys all gave her strange looks.

"Here's how it works," she said. "You vote off what people you want out of the privilage of having a room. The two people with the most votes win...er...lose."

The music continued playing as the house members wrote down the names. First, Peter approached the camera...err, your computer screen.

"I vote for Tippy," he whispered. "Because she scares me. AND I WANT KILL HER!!!"

He regained his composure and said, "Thank you."

Peter sat back down, and then Kitt approached the camera.

"I vote for Daj," she declared. "Because he's a FOON!!!"

Kitt sat down and then the last person to share their vote, Gimli, came forward. "I vote for myself. I want OUT of our room. I am tired of sleeping under that *censored* Boromir's bed!"

"Hey!" Stephanie's voice from nowhere shouted. "I shall massacre you!"

Frightened, Gimli ran back to his seat. Tracy came up to the camera.

"Who's everybody whispering to?" she whispered. She shrugged and said, "The votes have been collected, and Orlando will keep track on Brittney's chalkboard."

"Okaaay...first vote," Tracy said, pulling out a piece of paper from Merry's helmet. She paused. "...Starburst?"

"It's on the back, genius!" Bryan yelled.

She turned the paper around. "Oh! Tippy."

"WHAT?!" Tippy shouted. "This is an outrage!"

"Tippy! Sit!" Brittney scolded.

After a while, the two people with the most votes were Gimli annnnddd....Tippy?

"WHAT?!" Tippy shrieked again while Gimli inwardly rejoiced.

Tippy embraced Faramir again. "Faramir! Tell them to let me stay."

"Oh you can throw her in the basement!" Faramir grinned.

"What?!" Tippy screamed a third time. "Tracy! Stop writing evil talk!"

IMortalI

"Excuse me?!" Tippy yelled.

IYou weak minded fool. You have yet to endure the wrath of Caroline Jordan!I

"Caroline Jordan?!" she shouted. "You're so immature!"

IDo you WANT me to kill you off?I

Clinging onto Faramir again, she said, "No."

IThen shut up!I

Anyway, after Tippy was done arguing with the brilliant author, she fell to her knees and sobbed for her lost love.

"What did you say about Eowyn and Aragorn, again?" Faramir asked.

Peter and Bryan grinned.

"Well, Faramir, it's a funny story, really," Bryan said.

"Yeah," Peter smiled. "You see, she wasn't quite over Aragorn to begin with, you know? And anyway-"

Peter was cut off as he and Bryan were dragged off by Eowyn and Tippy (who would jump at the opportunity to bash a male) and locked into a closet.

(Short again. *sob* Forgive me. Next Chapter: Something In The Basement Is Screeching...o_O Keep voting for your favorite kid!)