On the white courtyard of Minas Tirith, Aragorn star Aathwin down for what
seemed to be the longest pep talk ever. Aathwin had a most happy
disposition, for she was in Middle-Earth and she didn't intend on leaving.
On her way out of the hall, Aathwin was tucking her thumbs in no overalls
and smiling, starting chanting a song of cheer.
Sunny day, (sweepin' the clouds away:)
The courtyards a-gleamin' white
I am a-seeing before me a foreign sky shining bright.
Days I've three
Or an eternity
Yo ho yo ho, a ...hmmm...a Tolkien life for me!
She stopped her song. I don't know why because I quite liked the second verse. She sat down opposite quite a more solemn singer, Elessar. He was forward, but he liked to think it was more 'straight to the point'.
'You do know why you are here,' started Aragorn's long and winding speech. Aathwin sank her glorious cheer and replied: 'Yes,' Aathwin prepared herself for more of the lowdown and straight from the mouth of the King of Gondor. 'I have been told of the ordeal you have been put through and I respect that fact.' She didn't know what she was thinking or saying – at these nervous and mind stretching times she may have a schizophrenic friend.
'Ordeal,' started the many confusing faces of Aragorn, 'it is you going through the ordeal.' Aathwin was left confused. Yes, but the ordeal was only now that she didn't know what in the world Aragorn was talking about.
'But you...you were the one, faced with war, for the love of your country was defeated by the only allies you had,' Aathwin was only starting, 'and was it, or was it not you whose defences fell and lost your chieftain and Elfstone to...' Again schizophrenia is not one of those ordeals to be laughed at.
She was cut off.
'Faramir...' Elessar started but didn't continue. Legolas was behind Aathwin and made first contact with Aragorn's mouth.
'- Is to see you at once in Rivendell!' Legolas quickly added.
'Faramir is in Ithilien – Aathwin here is to be fitted there as soon as the new day dawned!' Aragorn quickly responded.
'Whoa... one sec...' confused Aathwin was... and confused she would be for a looong time.
'Yes! One sec... Rivendell! What is he doing there? It is merely a land of death and no sign of such life!'
'Which is why it is completely proper to greet him there!' Legolas smiled. Aathwin got Legolas' trick to trick Aragorn, but she didn't know that the trick was on her!
Aragorn finally ignored Legolas, in an insulting way. The king and Aathwin found a conversation without mentioning the words: death, light, Legolas or Faramir. Quite the most interesting conversation between two people who were of the same species.
All Aathwin managed to say was, 'I've got over 25, 000 names for you and I can name them all!'
Aathwin always wanted to hear her say that! Every time she was in the shower she would prepare her speech and reactions if she really ever met Aragorn (yes, yes...wishful thinking) Hence this forward assumption, Legolas lingered by the bench.
'I've got far less than that I am sure!' disputed ... um...whatever!
'Yeh well not including...' She was cut again –
'Dumb-adan, Es-tell me something I don't know and King E-LESS time to fight, more time to chat – AR!' added, or interrupted Legolas.
There was silence, but one of a funny kind.
First a sigh then, Legolas snatched her helm and ran with it, knowing the lure of this kind of armour had on Aathwin. At first Aathwin hadn't known that it was gone and she hadn't noticed that Legolas was gone either. His feet left no marks – best way to irritate an elf who's not an elf. Aathwin was annoyed. She drew her sword, stared at it ... then threw it against her steel toes like a clangy tennis racquet. Giggle and realisation face.
'Before I go chase my darn helmet...thing back, what do I call you again?'
'Just...call me Strider.'
A/N So, Legolas is going to whisk her off again...to Rivendell...hehe. Um, yeh. Let's say this concept of 'whisking' has more to do with eggs rather than Aathwin. Review plz but don't complain if it's not good. I know what I'm doing wrong and it would be stupid – but I'm doing it anyway – to continue like this. If anything except 'whisking', confusion, story length and my mary-sue is wrong TELL ME NOW! P.S. (it means post script and this is one) Don't mind the song... plz review or email me another song to switch it with coz it's the best I could cum up with!!!!
Sunny day, (sweepin' the clouds away:)
The courtyards a-gleamin' white
I am a-seeing before me a foreign sky shining bright.
Days I've three
Or an eternity
Yo ho yo ho, a ...hmmm...a Tolkien life for me!
She stopped her song. I don't know why because I quite liked the second verse. She sat down opposite quite a more solemn singer, Elessar. He was forward, but he liked to think it was more 'straight to the point'.
'You do know why you are here,' started Aragorn's long and winding speech. Aathwin sank her glorious cheer and replied: 'Yes,' Aathwin prepared herself for more of the lowdown and straight from the mouth of the King of Gondor. 'I have been told of the ordeal you have been put through and I respect that fact.' She didn't know what she was thinking or saying – at these nervous and mind stretching times she may have a schizophrenic friend.
'Ordeal,' started the many confusing faces of Aragorn, 'it is you going through the ordeal.' Aathwin was left confused. Yes, but the ordeal was only now that she didn't know what in the world Aragorn was talking about.
'But you...you were the one, faced with war, for the love of your country was defeated by the only allies you had,' Aathwin was only starting, 'and was it, or was it not you whose defences fell and lost your chieftain and Elfstone to...' Again schizophrenia is not one of those ordeals to be laughed at.
She was cut off.
'Faramir...' Elessar started but didn't continue. Legolas was behind Aathwin and made first contact with Aragorn's mouth.
'- Is to see you at once in Rivendell!' Legolas quickly added.
'Faramir is in Ithilien – Aathwin here is to be fitted there as soon as the new day dawned!' Aragorn quickly responded.
'Whoa... one sec...' confused Aathwin was... and confused she would be for a looong time.
'Yes! One sec... Rivendell! What is he doing there? It is merely a land of death and no sign of such life!'
'Which is why it is completely proper to greet him there!' Legolas smiled. Aathwin got Legolas' trick to trick Aragorn, but she didn't know that the trick was on her!
Aragorn finally ignored Legolas, in an insulting way. The king and Aathwin found a conversation without mentioning the words: death, light, Legolas or Faramir. Quite the most interesting conversation between two people who were of the same species.
All Aathwin managed to say was, 'I've got over 25, 000 names for you and I can name them all!'
Aathwin always wanted to hear her say that! Every time she was in the shower she would prepare her speech and reactions if she really ever met Aragorn (yes, yes...wishful thinking) Hence this forward assumption, Legolas lingered by the bench.
'I've got far less than that I am sure!' disputed ... um...whatever!
'Yeh well not including...' She was cut again –
'Dumb-adan, Es-tell me something I don't know and King E-LESS time to fight, more time to chat – AR!' added, or interrupted Legolas.
There was silence, but one of a funny kind.
First a sigh then, Legolas snatched her helm and ran with it, knowing the lure of this kind of armour had on Aathwin. At first Aathwin hadn't known that it was gone and she hadn't noticed that Legolas was gone either. His feet left no marks – best way to irritate an elf who's not an elf. Aathwin was annoyed. She drew her sword, stared at it ... then threw it against her steel toes like a clangy tennis racquet. Giggle and realisation face.
'Before I go chase my darn helmet...thing back, what do I call you again?'
'Just...call me Strider.'
A/N So, Legolas is going to whisk her off again...to Rivendell...hehe. Um, yeh. Let's say this concept of 'whisking' has more to do with eggs rather than Aathwin. Review plz but don't complain if it's not good. I know what I'm doing wrong and it would be stupid – but I'm doing it anyway – to continue like this. If anything except 'whisking', confusion, story length and my mary-sue is wrong TELL ME NOW! P.S. (it means post script and this is one) Don't mind the song... plz review or email me another song to switch it with coz it's the best I could cum up with!!!!