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"¡Déjeme ir! (Let me go!)" Zez screamed, still struggling to get loose from Aragorn's grasp. "¡No soy espía, usted los idiota! (I'm not a spy, you idiots!)"
"She really puts up a fight, doesn't she?" Pippin said to Aragorn, who, even though he had a good grip on Zez, was trying to keep her from kicking somewhere she shouldn't...and that was where she was aiming for, most of the time.
"Yes," he said, huffing just a little. "At least you're not the one retraining her."
Suddenly, Zez fell limp and stopped struggling.
"What the...?" Aragorn said, confused. Unfortunately, Zez wanted him to be off-guard, so she slipped out of his grasp and started running into the forest. Aragorn, however, got over his surprise quickly, and ran after her.
When Zez heard Aragorn running after her, she stopped abruptly, and whipped around. As he reached for her, she stuck out the heel of her fist, and did an uppercut on the nose.
She wasn't strong enough to actually break it, but it would certainly be sore for a while.
As she ran deeper into the forest she yelled over her shoulder, "¡Lechón! (Sucker!)" She then heard Aragorn tromping behind her.
'Oy! When is this guy going to give up?' Zez thought. Then she looked up at a tree. She grinned evilly. She ascended up to one of the most sheltered branches, and waited for Aragorn to come. He did, and the hobbits were following.
When he got within eyesight, she found a nut in the tree. She carefully yanked it off of the tree, and fingered it, watching for the perfect moment. Finally, he got in the best spot; she took her aim, and chucked it at him. It hit him in the back of the head. She pumped her arm in victory as he looked around wildly to see who had tossed the nut at him. Aragorn suddenly caught sight of Zez.
"Uh-oh," she said to herself, climbing higher.
"Get down from there!" he demanded.
"No!" she replied, sitting on one of the highest branches, swinging her legs.
"I'm not going to let you bring back news to Sauron!" he said as he started climbing the tree, though clumsily.
"I told you, I am not a spy!" she said, inching away from him. "¡Consiga lejos de mí! (Get away from me!)"
"What language are you speaking? Some form of Elvish?" he said softly, trying to calm the hot-blooded Latina girl.
"Spanish," she replied. "And I'm not an Elf!"
"I could tell," Aragorn said, reaching toward Zez. That was a mistake. She leaned over and bit his hand...hard.
"Ah!" he cried out, clutching his hand.
"¿Qué tengo que hacer para conseguirle creer mí? What do I have to do to get you to believe me?" she translated.
"Well, for one, you don't need to bite me."
"Estoy apesadumbrado (I'm sorry), but no Man touches me without my permission," she said, grinning a little. "I know you are not a bad Man, but I had to do something so I could 'charla a usted tranquilamente'...talk to you calmly."
"Alright, then. We will talk, but first you need to come down," Aragorn said, jumping down to the ground. He reached up his hand to help her down. Zez shook her head.
"I can do it myself," she said, climbing swiftly down the tree. The hobbits looked at her, impressed.
"So, my lady, what is your business here, if you are not a spy?" Aragorn asked. Zez hesitated.
"You would not believe me," she said. "You would think I'm loco...mental."
"Try us," Merry said.
"I'm not from Middle Earth. I'm from Madrid, Spain, and somehow, after I pulled this huge prank on my enemy, Carmen Gonzales, I fell from a tree, and suddenly ended up here instead of the park at the Plaza de la Lealtad," Zez blurted out in one breath. Aragorn and the hobbits stared at her for a minute.
"I swear I'm not insano (insane)," she said with pleading eyes. For some reason, Aragorn nodded, as if believing her.
"We will discuss this further when we get to Rivendell," he said. Zez grinned joyfully.
"¡Gracias! ¡Gracias tanto, señor! (Thank you! Thank you so much, sir!)" she said breathlessly. Aragorn had no idea what she said, but by the way she had said it, she sounded grateful.
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"¡Déjeme ir! (Let me go!)" Zez screamed, still struggling to get loose from Aragorn's grasp. "¡No soy espía, usted los idiota! (I'm not a spy, you idiots!)"
"She really puts up a fight, doesn't she?" Pippin said to Aragorn, who, even though he had a good grip on Zez, was trying to keep her from kicking somewhere she shouldn't...and that was where she was aiming for, most of the time.
"Yes," he said, huffing just a little. "At least you're not the one retraining her."
Suddenly, Zez fell limp and stopped struggling.
"What the...?" Aragorn said, confused. Unfortunately, Zez wanted him to be off-guard, so she slipped out of his grasp and started running into the forest. Aragorn, however, got over his surprise quickly, and ran after her.
When Zez heard Aragorn running after her, she stopped abruptly, and whipped around. As he reached for her, she stuck out the heel of her fist, and did an uppercut on the nose.
She wasn't strong enough to actually break it, but it would certainly be sore for a while.
As she ran deeper into the forest she yelled over her shoulder, "¡Lechón! (Sucker!)" She then heard Aragorn tromping behind her.
'Oy! When is this guy going to give up?' Zez thought. Then she looked up at a tree. She grinned evilly. She ascended up to one of the most sheltered branches, and waited for Aragorn to come. He did, and the hobbits were following.
When he got within eyesight, she found a nut in the tree. She carefully yanked it off of the tree, and fingered it, watching for the perfect moment. Finally, he got in the best spot; she took her aim, and chucked it at him. It hit him in the back of the head. She pumped her arm in victory as he looked around wildly to see who had tossed the nut at him. Aragorn suddenly caught sight of Zez.
"Uh-oh," she said to herself, climbing higher.
"Get down from there!" he demanded.
"No!" she replied, sitting on one of the highest branches, swinging her legs.
"I'm not going to let you bring back news to Sauron!" he said as he started climbing the tree, though clumsily.
"I told you, I am not a spy!" she said, inching away from him. "¡Consiga lejos de mí! (Get away from me!)"
"What language are you speaking? Some form of Elvish?" he said softly, trying to calm the hot-blooded Latina girl.
"Spanish," she replied. "And I'm not an Elf!"
"I could tell," Aragorn said, reaching toward Zez. That was a mistake. She leaned over and bit his hand...hard.
"Ah!" he cried out, clutching his hand.
"¿Qué tengo que hacer para conseguirle creer mí? What do I have to do to get you to believe me?" she translated.
"Well, for one, you don't need to bite me."
"Estoy apesadumbrado (I'm sorry), but no Man touches me without my permission," she said, grinning a little. "I know you are not a bad Man, but I had to do something so I could 'charla a usted tranquilamente'...talk to you calmly."
"Alright, then. We will talk, but first you need to come down," Aragorn said, jumping down to the ground. He reached up his hand to help her down. Zez shook her head.
"I can do it myself," she said, climbing swiftly down the tree. The hobbits looked at her, impressed.
"So, my lady, what is your business here, if you are not a spy?" Aragorn asked. Zez hesitated.
"You would not believe me," she said. "You would think I'm loco...mental."
"Try us," Merry said.
"I'm not from Middle Earth. I'm from Madrid, Spain, and somehow, after I pulled this huge prank on my enemy, Carmen Gonzales, I fell from a tree, and suddenly ended up here instead of the park at the Plaza de la Lealtad," Zez blurted out in one breath. Aragorn and the hobbits stared at her for a minute.
"I swear I'm not insano (insane)," she said with pleading eyes. For some reason, Aragorn nodded, as if believing her.
"We will discuss this further when we get to Rivendell," he said. Zez grinned joyfully.
"¡Gracias! ¡Gracias tanto, señor! (Thank you! Thank you so much, sir!)" she said breathlessly. Aragorn had no idea what she said, but by the way she had said it, she sounded grateful.