Chapter 10: The Shiny Red Bow
A/N~ I should be doing homework and reviews and works cited pages and sleeping...but I'm not. Oh, no. Haven forbid I should do something productive! *sigh* Well, here we go in Vanessa's POV.
Disclaimer:
Me: Are you achin?
Aragorn and Boromir: *unenthusiastically* Yum, yum.
Me: For some bacon?
Aragorn and Boromir: *still unenthusiastically* Yum, yum.
Aragorn: Boromir, remind me why we're doing this!
Boromir: *sigh* Because she threatened to make us wear pink, fluffy dresses and she just watched the Lion King. That's why. (I didn't do it though, so don't flame me, Mercury Grey!)
Me: *cackles* That's right! Now sing! (I'm so sleep-deprived. Sorry!)
"Waaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!!" mini mini-me Jack cried/wailed as we made our way back to Gondor. The crying had been going on for close to an hour and I was close to the end of my patience.
"Someone. Shut. That. Kid. Up," I said through clenched teeth. If you can't tell I hate kids. From birth on up to 7, I can't stand them.
The crying continued.
I looked back and saw that it was Gandalf holding Jack. "Well no wonder he's crying!" I sighed. "Gandalf, give the kiddo back to Kits; you're scaring the poor thing."
The wizard looked hurt for a moment but then gave the child back to its mother. "If you ask me, I think the tears were that of joy."
"Yeah? Well, my eardrums are tellin' me something different," I complained and rubbed my ears. Ugh, the ringing! The ringing!
(A/N~ I made a new LJ friend! And she loves Viggo too! Yay!)
It wasn't long until we had reached Gondor but with the crying of Jack (both of them, since Boromir hit Big Jack with the flat end of his sword for asking what his sword did. Tehe, dirty.) and the cold weather that had settled in, it seemed like forever. Plus, I was dying for a bathroom break.
Boy Howdy was it cold. It only seemed that way to my Texas friends and I, I guess, because no one else seemed affected by the sub-zero temperatures. OK, so maybe I lied about the temperature. But when it's 700 in December, anything below and you grab a jacket. (A/N2~ Christy here. I must agree. The whole week of Christmas I wore shorts and was not the slightest bit cold. Kinda sad, really.)
And oh, what I wouldn't give for one of those jackets right now... Stupid Gondor. Stupid cold.
Finally we reached the palace-y place and I made a mad dash to the nearest restroom. There was no way in hell I was going to pee in a bush. Yuck, too many prying eyes.
After I...um...relieved myself I went to my room (yeah, I was still by myself) to grab my only sweatshirt. Mmm...cozy. OK, back to reality, Vanessa.
I wandered around aimlessly for about a ½ hour because quite frankly I had no idea where I was. Great, I was lost in the palace and had no idea where my friends were. Oh happy day!
Two hours later
"Where's Vanessa?" Frodo asked.
"I dunno," Aragorn replied.
"Who cares?" Christy asked.
"Shouldn't we go look for her at least?" Boromir asked giving my "friends" odd looks.
"Yeah, I'm glad you volunteered," Sam said.
"Wait! I never said I wanted to find her."
"Oh, OK then," Aragorn shrugged and the conversation ended. (A/N2~ And she says I write mean chapters about her!)
I opened the next door on the hallway. Poking my head in, I called out timidly, "Hello?" No answer. I shut the door and moved on.
This went for who knows how long. But, suddenly, I saw something that made my heart soar. Well...kinda.
"Gimli!" I cried and sprinted after the dwarf who gave a girlish "eep!" and ran off. Natural sprinter, my ass! I caught up with him in no time and almost (key word) hugged the hairy man. "Do you know where the others are?"
He coughed and pointed to a large door down the hall and on the right.
"Thanks!" I called over my shoulder and half ran, half jogged to the door. Yay! I wasn't lost anymore! I threw the large, heavy, oak door and strolled in. Well, make that out.
"Wait a second," I thought. "This isn't a room..." Then it hit me that Gimli had sent me to the wrong door; I was outside.
CLUNK! The door slammed closed behind me. "Aww...crap." I tried opening the door but it wouldn't budge. "Well, this is just great."
Gimli strolled back into the room wearing a satisfied smile upon his face. He sat down at one of the free chairs and continued to grin.
Kitty leaned across the king table to whisper something to the dwarf. "Did you get rid of her?"
"Yep," he said proudly. "And locked her out meself."
"Excellent..." Kitty murmured in a slightly satanic voice and cackled. "Mwahahaha..."
"Ye alright there, lass?" Gimli asked her.
She cleared her throat. "Oh, yeah, fine," her voice back to normal. Kitty leaned back into her seat and smiled evilly.
I had in my hands, the key. The one key that would grant me all my wishes and desires. Yes...it was "my precious".
I held it up to the light for dramatic effect. Tehe, yeah, it looked the same.
Shrugging I unlocked the door and walked in.
Upon the bed lay Aragorn, son of Arathorn, in all his glory save a strategically placed shiny red bow. "Vanessa..."
"Yes?" I asked softly.
"Vanessa..."
I sighed. "Yes?"
"Vanessa, wake up."
"But I am..."
"VANESSA!"
That's it, I was mad. If he wasn't going to be romantic...Then he disappeared; my king was gone!
It was then that I realized someone was shaking me.
I opened my eyes. "Aragorn!" I looked at his attire. "What happened to the red bow?!"
"What?" he asked clearly confused. "Are you feeling alright, Vanessa?"
"A bit sad that my shiny bow is gone, but all-in-all I think I'm good."
"Good, the coronation begins in three hours. You still need to change and 'primp'."
"I don't 'primp'; you should know this by now."
"Just go get ready!"
"I'm going, I'm going..." I mumbled.
Wow, dresses aren't all that bad when they're not pink and frilly (*cough* Christy *cough*). Instead this time I had a hunter green dress that didn't have too many layers. It wasn't too bad, but I still didn't feel like me in it.
A knock sounded from my door and I answered it. There stood Jack looking slightly afraid and nervous.
"Can I help you?"
"No, the man with the sword told me to take you to the coronation so you don't get lost."
"Oh. Which man? 99% of the men here had swords." Honestly these men are so dumb.
"The-the-the..." He thought for a moment. "The guy that hit me earlier. Borohero or something."
"Boromir?"
"Yeah, that one. He told me to escort you."
"Oh. Do you know how to get there?"
"No. You?"
"Nope."
"D'oh!" he cried.
A/N~ Your turn, Chrissie! It wasn't as long as I'd hoped but oh well. Tell me (us) what happens at the coronation.
A/N2~ Well...you see Aragorn gets crowned King and OH! You meant in my chapter! Hehehe! Well, review! Please?!
A/N~ I should be doing homework and reviews and works cited pages and sleeping...but I'm not. Oh, no. Haven forbid I should do something productive! *sigh* Well, here we go in Vanessa's POV.
Disclaimer:
Me: Are you achin?
Aragorn and Boromir: *unenthusiastically* Yum, yum.
Me: For some bacon?
Aragorn and Boromir: *still unenthusiastically* Yum, yum.
Aragorn: Boromir, remind me why we're doing this!
Boromir: *sigh* Because she threatened to make us wear pink, fluffy dresses and she just watched the Lion King. That's why. (I didn't do it though, so don't flame me, Mercury Grey!)
Me: *cackles* That's right! Now sing! (I'm so sleep-deprived. Sorry!)
"Waaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!!" mini mini-me Jack cried/wailed as we made our way back to Gondor. The crying had been going on for close to an hour and I was close to the end of my patience.
"Someone. Shut. That. Kid. Up," I said through clenched teeth. If you can't tell I hate kids. From birth on up to 7, I can't stand them.
The crying continued.
I looked back and saw that it was Gandalf holding Jack. "Well no wonder he's crying!" I sighed. "Gandalf, give the kiddo back to Kits; you're scaring the poor thing."
The wizard looked hurt for a moment but then gave the child back to its mother. "If you ask me, I think the tears were that of joy."
"Yeah? Well, my eardrums are tellin' me something different," I complained and rubbed my ears. Ugh, the ringing! The ringing!
(A/N~ I made a new LJ friend! And she loves Viggo too! Yay!)
It wasn't long until we had reached Gondor but with the crying of Jack (both of them, since Boromir hit Big Jack with the flat end of his sword for asking what his sword did. Tehe, dirty.) and the cold weather that had settled in, it seemed like forever. Plus, I was dying for a bathroom break.
Boy Howdy was it cold. It only seemed that way to my Texas friends and I, I guess, because no one else seemed affected by the sub-zero temperatures. OK, so maybe I lied about the temperature. But when it's 700 in December, anything below and you grab a jacket. (A/N2~ Christy here. I must agree. The whole week of Christmas I wore shorts and was not the slightest bit cold. Kinda sad, really.)
And oh, what I wouldn't give for one of those jackets right now... Stupid Gondor. Stupid cold.
Finally we reached the palace-y place and I made a mad dash to the nearest restroom. There was no way in hell I was going to pee in a bush. Yuck, too many prying eyes.
After I...um...relieved myself I went to my room (yeah, I was still by myself) to grab my only sweatshirt. Mmm...cozy. OK, back to reality, Vanessa.
I wandered around aimlessly for about a ½ hour because quite frankly I had no idea where I was. Great, I was lost in the palace and had no idea where my friends were. Oh happy day!
Two hours later
"Where's Vanessa?" Frodo asked.
"I dunno," Aragorn replied.
"Who cares?" Christy asked.
"Shouldn't we go look for her at least?" Boromir asked giving my "friends" odd looks.
"Yeah, I'm glad you volunteered," Sam said.
"Wait! I never said I wanted to find her."
"Oh, OK then," Aragorn shrugged and the conversation ended. (A/N2~ And she says I write mean chapters about her!)
I opened the next door on the hallway. Poking my head in, I called out timidly, "Hello?" No answer. I shut the door and moved on.
This went for who knows how long. But, suddenly, I saw something that made my heart soar. Well...kinda.
"Gimli!" I cried and sprinted after the dwarf who gave a girlish "eep!" and ran off. Natural sprinter, my ass! I caught up with him in no time and almost (key word) hugged the hairy man. "Do you know where the others are?"
He coughed and pointed to a large door down the hall and on the right.
"Thanks!" I called over my shoulder and half ran, half jogged to the door. Yay! I wasn't lost anymore! I threw the large, heavy, oak door and strolled in. Well, make that out.
"Wait a second," I thought. "This isn't a room..." Then it hit me that Gimli had sent me to the wrong door; I was outside.
CLUNK! The door slammed closed behind me. "Aww...crap." I tried opening the door but it wouldn't budge. "Well, this is just great."
Gimli strolled back into the room wearing a satisfied smile upon his face. He sat down at one of the free chairs and continued to grin.
Kitty leaned across the king table to whisper something to the dwarf. "Did you get rid of her?"
"Yep," he said proudly. "And locked her out meself."
"Excellent..." Kitty murmured in a slightly satanic voice and cackled. "Mwahahaha..."
"Ye alright there, lass?" Gimli asked her.
She cleared her throat. "Oh, yeah, fine," her voice back to normal. Kitty leaned back into her seat and smiled evilly.
I had in my hands, the key. The one key that would grant me all my wishes and desires. Yes...it was "my precious".
I held it up to the light for dramatic effect. Tehe, yeah, it looked the same.
Shrugging I unlocked the door and walked in.
Upon the bed lay Aragorn, son of Arathorn, in all his glory save a strategically placed shiny red bow. "Vanessa..."
"Yes?" I asked softly.
"Vanessa..."
I sighed. "Yes?"
"Vanessa, wake up."
"But I am..."
"VANESSA!"
That's it, I was mad. If he wasn't going to be romantic...Then he disappeared; my king was gone!
It was then that I realized someone was shaking me.
I opened my eyes. "Aragorn!" I looked at his attire. "What happened to the red bow?!"
"What?" he asked clearly confused. "Are you feeling alright, Vanessa?"
"A bit sad that my shiny bow is gone, but all-in-all I think I'm good."
"Good, the coronation begins in three hours. You still need to change and 'primp'."
"I don't 'primp'; you should know this by now."
"Just go get ready!"
"I'm going, I'm going..." I mumbled.
Wow, dresses aren't all that bad when they're not pink and frilly (*cough* Christy *cough*). Instead this time I had a hunter green dress that didn't have too many layers. It wasn't too bad, but I still didn't feel like me in it.
A knock sounded from my door and I answered it. There stood Jack looking slightly afraid and nervous.
"Can I help you?"
"No, the man with the sword told me to take you to the coronation so you don't get lost."
"Oh. Which man? 99% of the men here had swords." Honestly these men are so dumb.
"The-the-the..." He thought for a moment. "The guy that hit me earlier. Borohero or something."
"Boromir?"
"Yeah, that one. He told me to escort you."
"Oh. Do you know how to get there?"
"No. You?"
"Nope."
"D'oh!" he cried.
A/N~ Your turn, Chrissie! It wasn't as long as I'd hoped but oh well. Tell me (us) what happens at the coronation.
A/N2~ Well...you see Aragorn gets crowned King and OH! You meant in my chapter! Hehehe! Well, review! Please?!