Chapter 12: Houston, we have a problem!
A/N~ But-but-but...I can't snuggle with a dirty, grungy, hott, sexy...*glomps Aragorn* ranger. But I sure as hell can do that! Tehe, in my POV.
A/N2~ Naw, really I couldn't tell that it was in your POV! ^.~ Then that's what you get for having a *drools* ranger! Hehe! Guess what. After this chapter there are only 4 more chapters! *Gasp!*
Disclaimer:
Me: *Falls asleep in Haldir's arms*
Aragorn & Boromir: *wake me up* What's he doing in our disclaimer?!
Me: He's here because 1) I say so, 2) I'm the All Mighty Authoress, and 3) I'm tired.
Aragorn: But this is our disclaimer!!
Me: So do the disclaimer!
Boromir: They own only that which you don't recognize as the work of J.R.R. Tolkien or the property of Double Secret or Gecko Charmer Productions.
Me: See, he didn't "steal" your disclaimer.
Aragorn & Boromir: *pout* But he's not supposed to be here.
Me: Oh, get over it! *goes back to sleep*
"And did you hear what she said about your helmet? I can't believe her! Even though it is kinda gay looking," I rambled on. He glared at me and I replied, "But it looks good on you, babe."
"I heard what she said, Vanessa," Aragorn sighed. "And why were you so late to the ceremony? I sent Boromir to escort you so you wouldn't get lost again."
"Boromir, no; Jack, yes. We got kinda lost seeing as how we're both new here."
"Jack? Why would I send him? I sent Boromir to do it."
"Well, Boromir sent Jack to do it. And Jack'd do anything he tells him after the, ya know, incident while camping."
"That's true," he mumbled (I'm obsessed with mumbling now!). He walked to his bedroom and went in to change while I waited outside (unfortunately).
When he was back into his normal clothes we walked while I complained about Christy and her snarky comments during the ceremony (you know I love you, chica).
Once I too had changed we went in search of the others. We weren't looking too hard, mind you, so it was all good.
As we were walking we caught sight of Jack staring at some of the passing handmaidens. Wow, I never knew my good buddy was like that! I thought he only went after weird, wanna-be-guys women. Surprise, surprise! (A/N~ I can't stop staring at my Aragorn poster! Damn that man is fine! Also, I should be doing my W.History review.)
.~*~.
Darn my watch must be off. 3 am? No, no, no, 3 does not have an am. I'd have to have a little chat with these Wal-mart people in customer service about selling broken watches.
Since I was up I decided to have a little look/see around the palace and see just how lost I could get myself today. Tehe, this would be tres fun!
I crept out of my room (yes, I was still alone. I'd have to talk to the other author about that) as to not wake the others in nearby rooms. Wait, screw that, I don't care if they wake up too.
Anyway, after getting myself thoroughly lost and very confused, I found the armory. Ooo...shiny, pretty swords! They were all so beautiful...
I noticed a particularly large one hanging on the wall and walked over to examine it more closely. Hey, it looked a lot like Aragorn's sword (no, not that on!).
It just screamed, "Vanessa, pick me up!" at me. So I obeyed and attempted to lift it. That biotch was heavy! It must have weighed at least 60 pounds!
I stumbled backwards and tripped, dropping the pretty sword. It shattered into about 4 pieces. OK, how do they kill things with that if it breaks when I drop it? It's not like I threw it or anything...
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," was about all I could say. I mean, you just broke Aragorn's sword and what do you think about? Not fluffy, purple bunnies, that's for sure.
I gathered up the pieces and placed them in a bag I grabbed from a shelf. "Oh shit," was still running through my mind.
Miraculously I made it back to my room without too much trouble. Once inside I dumped the contents of the bag onto my bed and set to work.
.~*~.
The next morning at breakfast I was a zombie. I was unresponsive to just about everything and waited for Christy to finally wake up. I took a while but she finally decided to "grace us with her presence." (A/N2~ NO, NO, NO! I refuse to wake up!!! Waking is BAD!!!)
I sprang from my chair and dragged Christy, who in turn grabbed Haldir, and went into the hallway.
"Christy, I have a problem: I broke Aragorn's sword."
"You see," she replied, "mortal men are too fragile, you can break them too easily. Now what did I tell you about--"
"What? No, not that one! Sheesh, his sword! I was looking at it, and it was really heavy, and I dropped it, and it broke, and I took it to my room and I tried to fix it, and my glue wasn't very sticky, and..." I babbled on.
"Vanessa, you broke his sword?" Haldir asked, exacerbated.
"Yeah..."
Christy smacked her forehead. "Vanessa..."
"Well, I tried to fix it. Come with me and I'll show you."
I led them to my room and pulled the sword out from under my bed. "Do you think he'll notice?" I asked, holding it up to them.
"Oh, my God..." Christy sighed. "What have you done?!"
.~*~.
Aragorn said nothing. It was kinda unnerving to have him stare at me in such a way. He was mad. There's no other way to put it. Well, OK, furious would also be a good word.
I sat at the other end of the table and played with the strings on my hoodie. Occasionally I would look up at him but he would still be staring. Angrily.
"Look, I said I was sorry!" I whined.
"It still does not give you an excuse for breaking my sword," he said, trying to stay calm.
"Jeez, it's just a hunk of metal with a tip and handle! What's the big deal? Besides, there must be at least a hundred others in that room; go pick out another one."
"It's not that simple, Vanessa! It was my sword!"
"You men and your weapons," I mumbled. "I don't see what's wrong with it; I tried to fix it!"
"This, Vanessa, is not fixed." He held up the sword. The shards weren't placed straight and Elmer's glue was seeping out of the cracks and spaces.
"What?"
"I can't fight with this!" he cried. "One, it would do me no good and break; and two, I would be the laughing stock of the soldiers!"
"They wouldn't laugh; you're the king." He remained immobile. "Fine! I'm sorry, but there doesn't seem as though there's a lot I can do about it, now is there?!" I grabbed my stuff and stomped out. If he wanted to be a camel, he could do it by himself.
I tried to make my way to my room but, yeah, I was lost again. "Dammit! They need signs up in this joint."
Taking a left I walked along. At least it was a pretty palace and not some dark, dank castle; there was always something to look at.
5 hours later...
"Damn, I haven't seen another person in over 3 hours." I thought. It was getting dark outside and I was hungry. Not to mention tired, too. "Fooooood..."
"OK, this is so not the way to my room. I turned around and made my way back. Humming the Jeopardy! theme song, the time passed by quite fast.
.~*~.
"It must be close to midnight," I thought. "I sure am tired." Hey, you would be too had you been lost for a good part of the day.
Finally giving up, I lay down in the corner of the dead end (that was about all I was finding) and promptly fell asleep. It was no water bed but it'd have to do until I could find my room again.
A/N~ Blah. I do seem to get lost a lot. My mom and I got lost the other day trying to get on the HOV lane. Heh! Anyway, what happens next, Christy?! Tell me!!!!!!! *leaves to go see Aragorn in ROTK*
A/N2~ Hehehe! The Sword and glue thing was borrowed from Bored of the Rings. Only true way to fix a sword is with duct tape. DUH!!! *giggles*
A/N~ But-but-but...I can't snuggle with a dirty, grungy, hott, sexy...*glomps Aragorn* ranger. But I sure as hell can do that! Tehe, in my POV.
A/N2~ Naw, really I couldn't tell that it was in your POV! ^.~ Then that's what you get for having a *drools* ranger! Hehe! Guess what. After this chapter there are only 4 more chapters! *Gasp!*
Disclaimer:
Me: *Falls asleep in Haldir's arms*
Aragorn & Boromir: *wake me up* What's he doing in our disclaimer?!
Me: He's here because 1) I say so, 2) I'm the All Mighty Authoress, and 3) I'm tired.
Aragorn: But this is our disclaimer!!
Me: So do the disclaimer!
Boromir: They own only that which you don't recognize as the work of J.R.R. Tolkien or the property of Double Secret or Gecko Charmer Productions.
Me: See, he didn't "steal" your disclaimer.
Aragorn & Boromir: *pout* But he's not supposed to be here.
Me: Oh, get over it! *goes back to sleep*
"And did you hear what she said about your helmet? I can't believe her! Even though it is kinda gay looking," I rambled on. He glared at me and I replied, "But it looks good on you, babe."
"I heard what she said, Vanessa," Aragorn sighed. "And why were you so late to the ceremony? I sent Boromir to escort you so you wouldn't get lost again."
"Boromir, no; Jack, yes. We got kinda lost seeing as how we're both new here."
"Jack? Why would I send him? I sent Boromir to do it."
"Well, Boromir sent Jack to do it. And Jack'd do anything he tells him after the, ya know, incident while camping."
"That's true," he mumbled (I'm obsessed with mumbling now!). He walked to his bedroom and went in to change while I waited outside (unfortunately).
When he was back into his normal clothes we walked while I complained about Christy and her snarky comments during the ceremony (you know I love you, chica).
Once I too had changed we went in search of the others. We weren't looking too hard, mind you, so it was all good.
As we were walking we caught sight of Jack staring at some of the passing handmaidens. Wow, I never knew my good buddy was like that! I thought he only went after weird, wanna-be-guys women. Surprise, surprise! (A/N~ I can't stop staring at my Aragorn poster! Damn that man is fine! Also, I should be doing my W.History review.)
.~*~.
Darn my watch must be off. 3 am? No, no, no, 3 does not have an am. I'd have to have a little chat with these Wal-mart people in customer service about selling broken watches.
Since I was up I decided to have a little look/see around the palace and see just how lost I could get myself today. Tehe, this would be tres fun!
I crept out of my room (yes, I was still alone. I'd have to talk to the other author about that) as to not wake the others in nearby rooms. Wait, screw that, I don't care if they wake up too.
Anyway, after getting myself thoroughly lost and very confused, I found the armory. Ooo...shiny, pretty swords! They were all so beautiful...
I noticed a particularly large one hanging on the wall and walked over to examine it more closely. Hey, it looked a lot like Aragorn's sword (no, not that on!).
It just screamed, "Vanessa, pick me up!" at me. So I obeyed and attempted to lift it. That biotch was heavy! It must have weighed at least 60 pounds!
I stumbled backwards and tripped, dropping the pretty sword. It shattered into about 4 pieces. OK, how do they kill things with that if it breaks when I drop it? It's not like I threw it or anything...
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," was about all I could say. I mean, you just broke Aragorn's sword and what do you think about? Not fluffy, purple bunnies, that's for sure.
I gathered up the pieces and placed them in a bag I grabbed from a shelf. "Oh shit," was still running through my mind.
Miraculously I made it back to my room without too much trouble. Once inside I dumped the contents of the bag onto my bed and set to work.
.~*~.
The next morning at breakfast I was a zombie. I was unresponsive to just about everything and waited for Christy to finally wake up. I took a while but she finally decided to "grace us with her presence." (A/N2~ NO, NO, NO! I refuse to wake up!!! Waking is BAD!!!)
I sprang from my chair and dragged Christy, who in turn grabbed Haldir, and went into the hallway.
"Christy, I have a problem: I broke Aragorn's sword."
"You see," she replied, "mortal men are too fragile, you can break them too easily. Now what did I tell you about--"
"What? No, not that one! Sheesh, his sword! I was looking at it, and it was really heavy, and I dropped it, and it broke, and I took it to my room and I tried to fix it, and my glue wasn't very sticky, and..." I babbled on.
"Vanessa, you broke his sword?" Haldir asked, exacerbated.
"Yeah..."
Christy smacked her forehead. "Vanessa..."
"Well, I tried to fix it. Come with me and I'll show you."
I led them to my room and pulled the sword out from under my bed. "Do you think he'll notice?" I asked, holding it up to them.
"Oh, my God..." Christy sighed. "What have you done?!"
.~*~.
Aragorn said nothing. It was kinda unnerving to have him stare at me in such a way. He was mad. There's no other way to put it. Well, OK, furious would also be a good word.
I sat at the other end of the table and played with the strings on my hoodie. Occasionally I would look up at him but he would still be staring. Angrily.
"Look, I said I was sorry!" I whined.
"It still does not give you an excuse for breaking my sword," he said, trying to stay calm.
"Jeez, it's just a hunk of metal with a tip and handle! What's the big deal? Besides, there must be at least a hundred others in that room; go pick out another one."
"It's not that simple, Vanessa! It was my sword!"
"You men and your weapons," I mumbled. "I don't see what's wrong with it; I tried to fix it!"
"This, Vanessa, is not fixed." He held up the sword. The shards weren't placed straight and Elmer's glue was seeping out of the cracks and spaces.
"What?"
"I can't fight with this!" he cried. "One, it would do me no good and break; and two, I would be the laughing stock of the soldiers!"
"They wouldn't laugh; you're the king." He remained immobile. "Fine! I'm sorry, but there doesn't seem as though there's a lot I can do about it, now is there?!" I grabbed my stuff and stomped out. If he wanted to be a camel, he could do it by himself.
I tried to make my way to my room but, yeah, I was lost again. "Dammit! They need signs up in this joint."
Taking a left I walked along. At least it was a pretty palace and not some dark, dank castle; there was always something to look at.
5 hours later...
"Damn, I haven't seen another person in over 3 hours." I thought. It was getting dark outside and I was hungry. Not to mention tired, too. "Fooooood..."
"OK, this is so not the way to my room. I turned around and made my way back. Humming the Jeopardy! theme song, the time passed by quite fast.
.~*~.
"It must be close to midnight," I thought. "I sure am tired." Hey, you would be too had you been lost for a good part of the day.
Finally giving up, I lay down in the corner of the dead end (that was about all I was finding) and promptly fell asleep. It was no water bed but it'd have to do until I could find my room again.
A/N~ Blah. I do seem to get lost a lot. My mom and I got lost the other day trying to get on the HOV lane. Heh! Anyway, what happens next, Christy?! Tell me!!!!!!! *leaves to go see Aragorn in ROTK*
A/N2~ Hehehe! The Sword and glue thing was borrowed from Bored of the Rings. Only true way to fix a sword is with duct tape. DUH!!! *giggles*