A/N: Well, the apocalypse has not yet come! Whoo-hoo! Here is chapter two,
in which Faramir hosts a TV show!! Yay!
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Sons of the Steward LIVE! Episode 1 Take 1
"Hullo, uh, welcome to Minas Tirith! I'm your host, Faramir, also known as Steward of Gondor, Prince of Ithilien, and my list of titles go on and on!" Faramir starts, while sitting in a comfy chair.
"And they also include obnoxious little pest, bane of my existence...." A voice off stage states.
"Did anyone just hear a voice? No? Ok, so I'm not crazy, then...." Faramir continues, looking around.
"And tell them who your big guest is! Tell them!!" the same voice taunts.
"Would that voice like to have an axe in it's back? I'm sure our non- violent TV viewers would not like to see that creature sprawled on the floor bleeding to death while I mirthlessly laugh." Faramir warns.
"Ha! I'm just a voice! Not a person!! HA!!!" the voice/person states.
"Well, if the home viewers have yet to figure off who that voice belongs to, then let me explain. That voice belongs to Boromir, also known as the reason my life was hell." Faramir sighs, as a ton of Boromir fan girls run out and pummel him.
"Your life was hell? Look what I had to live with as a brother!" Boromir says, turning the camera to face him.
"And look what I had for a father!" Faramir says, getting up from his chair and pulling his sword. The Boromir fan girls scream in terror and grab their torches and pitchforks and run in a mob to attack Faramir.
"Enough!" The almighty authoress yells, sending a Nazgul down to smite the fan girls, who have clearly done something to upset her, and the fan girls shriek and run away.
"But you were dead! Valar, this is one freaky city!" Faramir says, looking in his sword at his black eye.
"Ok, besides that, why do you get to host the show? I'm older and more mature!" Boromir says proudly, flexing his muscles, as the fan girls swoon and faint.
"NO! Stop it!" Faramir screams, diving under the chair.
"I'm taking over this show!" Boromir yells.
"No! It's my show! Plus, although you're more mature, you are also more dead." Faramir says, getting up and pointing his sword at the fan girls.
"Oh, here we go. Everyone makes fun of the dead guy!" Boromir says sarcastically.
"Whatever. All these celebrities have their own TV shows, so why shouldn't I? So, here we are with our camera man, Boromir, and your dashingly good looking host, me, Faramir!" Faramir enthusiastically says, flashing his perfect smile. Across the room, the Faramir fan girls faint as the Boromir fan girls look on in disgust. Boromir makes a gagging sound.
"We're live from my basement, our special TV studio!" Faramir says, pointing to all different places in the basement. Boromir rolls his eyes and mutters something.
"Our first guest is...." Faramir starts, but then Boromir cuts him off.
"Faramir, face it. No one wants to hear you talk to some famous people! No one!"
"Leave me alone, will ya? Everyone wants me! Especially that blonde chick with the sign!" Faramir says, indicating said blonde.
"Are you joking? That sign says, "I love you Boromir! Call me! 1-800-Luv- Bori!" Boromir says, smiling at the girl while Faramir looks crestfallen.
"Leave that girl alone!" Faramir says, while the angry mob of Boromir fan girls chase her away.
"Just host your show, although the Free Peoples really want reality TV!" Boromir says.
"Go screw the Free Peoples, Boromir!!!" Faramir yells, storming off set. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------- That's the end of chapter 2! Stay tuned to see what happens to Merry and Pippin, and what happens on Faramir's talk show!
Sons of the Steward LIVE! Episode 1 Take 1
"Hullo, uh, welcome to Minas Tirith! I'm your host, Faramir, also known as Steward of Gondor, Prince of Ithilien, and my list of titles go on and on!" Faramir starts, while sitting in a comfy chair.
"And they also include obnoxious little pest, bane of my existence...." A voice off stage states.
"Did anyone just hear a voice? No? Ok, so I'm not crazy, then...." Faramir continues, looking around.
"And tell them who your big guest is! Tell them!!" the same voice taunts.
"Would that voice like to have an axe in it's back? I'm sure our non- violent TV viewers would not like to see that creature sprawled on the floor bleeding to death while I mirthlessly laugh." Faramir warns.
"Ha! I'm just a voice! Not a person!! HA!!!" the voice/person states.
"Well, if the home viewers have yet to figure off who that voice belongs to, then let me explain. That voice belongs to Boromir, also known as the reason my life was hell." Faramir sighs, as a ton of Boromir fan girls run out and pummel him.
"Your life was hell? Look what I had to live with as a brother!" Boromir says, turning the camera to face him.
"And look what I had for a father!" Faramir says, getting up from his chair and pulling his sword. The Boromir fan girls scream in terror and grab their torches and pitchforks and run in a mob to attack Faramir.
"Enough!" The almighty authoress yells, sending a Nazgul down to smite the fan girls, who have clearly done something to upset her, and the fan girls shriek and run away.
"But you were dead! Valar, this is one freaky city!" Faramir says, looking in his sword at his black eye.
"Ok, besides that, why do you get to host the show? I'm older and more mature!" Boromir says proudly, flexing his muscles, as the fan girls swoon and faint.
"NO! Stop it!" Faramir screams, diving under the chair.
"I'm taking over this show!" Boromir yells.
"No! It's my show! Plus, although you're more mature, you are also more dead." Faramir says, getting up and pointing his sword at the fan girls.
"Oh, here we go. Everyone makes fun of the dead guy!" Boromir says sarcastically.
"Whatever. All these celebrities have their own TV shows, so why shouldn't I? So, here we are with our camera man, Boromir, and your dashingly good looking host, me, Faramir!" Faramir enthusiastically says, flashing his perfect smile. Across the room, the Faramir fan girls faint as the Boromir fan girls look on in disgust. Boromir makes a gagging sound.
"We're live from my basement, our special TV studio!" Faramir says, pointing to all different places in the basement. Boromir rolls his eyes and mutters something.
"Our first guest is...." Faramir starts, but then Boromir cuts him off.
"Faramir, face it. No one wants to hear you talk to some famous people! No one!"
"Leave me alone, will ya? Everyone wants me! Especially that blonde chick with the sign!" Faramir says, indicating said blonde.
"Are you joking? That sign says, "I love you Boromir! Call me! 1-800-Luv- Bori!" Boromir says, smiling at the girl while Faramir looks crestfallen.
"Leave that girl alone!" Faramir says, while the angry mob of Boromir fan girls chase her away.
"Just host your show, although the Free Peoples really want reality TV!" Boromir says.
"Go screw the Free Peoples, Boromir!!!" Faramir yells, storming off set. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------- That's the end of chapter 2! Stay tuned to see what happens to Merry and Pippin, and what happens on Faramir's talk show!