ROMANCE AND A REVELATION
Arwen had just finished preening in the bathroom. No one noticed when Elrond's daughter slipping out to meet Trotter on a Rivendell bridge, her signature perfume "Garlic Rose" having pervaded every corner of her father's dreamy residence. Once on the bridge, Arwen got straight to the point.
ARWEN: Do you remember what I said when we first met?
TROTTER: You said you'd bind yourself to me, fors—
ARWEN: And to that I hold. As soon as I can rescue the mad scientist who made Glarwenolas, I will have him make Arwenagorn.
TROTTER: I like Aragorarwen.
ARWEN: Arwenagorn.
TROTTER: Aragorarwen.
ARWEN: Arwenagorn.
TROTTER: Aragorarwen.
ARWEN: Howabout AryArywega?
TROTTER: AryArywegorn.
ARWEN: Fine. As I was saying, as a pledge of my love, I will send Glarwenolas on the Quest with you.
TROTTER: No! Psycho!...wwhat Quest?
ARWEN: (giggle) Didn't you know? Atar is organizing for a Fellowship to destroy TheOneKeyRing.
TROTTER: What KeyRing?
ARWEN: The KeyRing Frodo has!
TROTTER: He has TheOne KeyRing? And I thought he was just a motor oil smuggler. You must help me seize the KeyRing. It shall be an heirloom of my house...
ARWEN: You are Isildur's heir, not Isildur himself. You're not good enough is my point.
ELROND (in the distance): What are you two doing???!
ARWEN: Discussing history, Ada!
ELROND: I told you not to go near that man! Arwen, you are grounded for the next 15 years. No air hockey, no chemistry, no Gamecube, and NO HUMANS! Get inside NOW young lady!
Trotter snickered something about "young lady"
ARWEN: Oh yeah?! Well guess what, I look alot younger than you, and I SMELL better too. So there!
Arwen stomped off majestically, ignorant of the toilet paper that had been stuck to her foot the whole time. Trotter snickered some more, until he tripped and fell in the stream below.
Arwen had just finished preening in the bathroom. No one noticed when Elrond's daughter slipping out to meet Trotter on a Rivendell bridge, her signature perfume "Garlic Rose" having pervaded every corner of her father's dreamy residence. Once on the bridge, Arwen got straight to the point.
ARWEN: Do you remember what I said when we first met?
TROTTER: You said you'd bind yourself to me, fors—
ARWEN: And to that I hold. As soon as I can rescue the mad scientist who made Glarwenolas, I will have him make Arwenagorn.
TROTTER: I like Aragorarwen.
ARWEN: Arwenagorn.
TROTTER: Aragorarwen.
ARWEN: Arwenagorn.
TROTTER: Aragorarwen.
ARWEN: Howabout AryArywega?
TROTTER: AryArywegorn.
ARWEN: Fine. As I was saying, as a pledge of my love, I will send Glarwenolas on the Quest with you.
TROTTER: No! Psycho!...wwhat Quest?
ARWEN: (giggle) Didn't you know? Atar is organizing for a Fellowship to destroy TheOneKeyRing.
TROTTER: What KeyRing?
ARWEN: The KeyRing Frodo has!
TROTTER: He has TheOne KeyRing? And I thought he was just a motor oil smuggler. You must help me seize the KeyRing. It shall be an heirloom of my house...
ARWEN: You are Isildur's heir, not Isildur himself. You're not good enough is my point.
ELROND (in the distance): What are you two doing???!
ARWEN: Discussing history, Ada!
ELROND: I told you not to go near that man! Arwen, you are grounded for the next 15 years. No air hockey, no chemistry, no Gamecube, and NO HUMANS! Get inside NOW young lady!
Trotter snickered something about "young lady"
ARWEN: Oh yeah?! Well guess what, I look alot younger than you, and I SMELL better too. So there!
Arwen stomped off majestically, ignorant of the toilet paper that had been stuck to her foot the whole time. Trotter snickered some more, until he tripped and fell in the stream below.