Chapter Five: Cinderella
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Lord of the Rings characters used in my story.
A/N: Hehehe. Um, here's my fifth chapter. Hope you like it! And lots of thanks to crystaldreams611 and glitterysnowflake, who have been recommending my stories. Please go and check out their stories too! They are REALLY REALLY GOOD!
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Exclamations of "Whoa!", "Hey, check this out!", and "Is this new???"
floated down the hallway of Faramir's gigantic mansion.
Everything in Faramir's house was automatic. If you told the fridge to open, it opened. If you told the lights to turn on, they would turn on. If you told the phone to call someone, it would call.
Merry, Pippin and Sam stood on the automatic moving hallway rug (A/N: You know, like one of those flat, black, conveyor belt things that you find in airports.), which took them to the main living room.
"Hey, look!" Merry exclaimed, "Faramir's had a cool new extended games room put on!"
An smooth, electronic voice stated clearly, "Please sit down and make yourselves comfortable. Faramir and Eeooowinn will be with you shortly."
"Dammit!" came Eowyn's voice from along the corridor, "That stupid electronic welcomer still can't pronounce my name properly!"
Eowyn and Faramir appeared in the doorway.
"Hello you three. Isn't anybody here yet?"
"Well, we all arrived together," Pippin started.
"But Aragorn and Arwen are checking out your swimming pool and spa room," Sam added.
"And everyone else went to check out the arcade rooms." Merry finished.
Eowyn grinned.
"But you, I suppose, being mature young Hobbits, came straight here?"
"You bet!" Sam said.
At that moment, the electronic voice called out, "Alert! Alert! A number of ale bottles and hot pies have gone missing from the food store! ALERT! ALERT!!!"
Faramir and Eowyn turned to look at the guilty Hobbits.
"Came straight here, eh?" said Faramir, raising an eyebrow.
The three Hobbits looked at each other.
"Well..............................................."
"You see............................................"
"We were.........................................."
"Yeeeeeeessss????" Faramir asked.
"Um....er.......LOOK! Here's everyone else!" said Pippin, welcoming the distraction.
"Welcome everyone. I hope that you have all finished exploring my house?" Faramir said, smiling around at everyone.
Eowyn was smiling too, but all of a sudden she dissolved into a serious case of hysterics.
"Eowyn???" Faramir prodded her with his foot, because she was rolling on the floor, with tears in her eyes.
"LOOK!!!!!AHAHAHAHAHAHA AT AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA GIMLI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Everyone looked around, and saw Gimli standing in a pink sarong with one of those coconut top things, and a pineapple hat.
"GIMLI!" hooted Faramir, "What are you wearing????"
Gimli scowled.
Legolas stepped in to help Gimli, who seemed incapable of speech.
"We made another bet. The loser of the "How many orcs can you kill in twelve hours" game, and the loser had to dress up in a sarong and a coconut bra thingy. I obviously won, and so Gimli has to suffer at least five hours dressed like this." Legolas explained.
"Hmm...." Arwen mused, "And just where did you find this interesting array of clothing?"
"I found it in his closet!" Legolas hooted.
Everyone stared at Gimli, who was turning steadily redder, and burst out laughing.
The electronic voice interrupted their laughter.
"Food and drinks now being served. Please stand away from the table."
Everyone stopped staring at Gimli, and turned to stare at the table instead.
The table top slid away, and was replaced with another platform, which was sporting numerous different kinds of finger food and drink.
Faramir laughed at their open mouths and wide eyed stares.
"Well, come on! Dig in! And the story teller can begin. Who is it today?"
Arwen spoke up.
"It's me, I do believe."
"Yay! Start, start, start!" the Hobbits chanted.
"My story is titled Cinderella. Now...
Once upon a time there lived a really hideous girl named Cinderella.
She lived happily in a big house with her mother and father. Then, one day out of the blue, the father died, leaving her mother with lots of inheritance.
The mother had been having a secret affair and immediately went and married again.
The guy that she married had two beautiful daughters. Cinderella hated the sisters, and thought that she was superior to them.
The sisters were very kind to her, but she was selfish and mean. Many years passed, and everyone was very happy, except Cinderella, who became uglier and meaner as she got older. The two stepsisters took to doing housework, and even took care of Cinderella's room, as she was too lazy to do it herself.
Cinderella thought that her stepsisters were crazy, because she saw them one day, and they were talking to mice in clothes.
"Who talks to mice?" she thought to herself, "I am so much better than them, I am so much higher up, that should not have to bother to stoop to their level. I need no company."
She locked herself in her room, and played dress up games all by herself
The stepsisters often asked to join in, but Cinderella would haughtily refuse them, claiming that they would soil her clothes.
One day, a letter arrived from the Royal People. It invited the whole family to a ball, to see who could be and eligible bride for Prince Royal Guy. The ball wasn't going to be held for three months, but to Cinderella, that wasn't nearly enough time to get ready.
"Can we come too?" asked the two stepsisters.
Cinderella sniffed.
"No way! You would just be an embarrassment."
The stepsisters were upset, and ran away.
Three months until the ball was to be held, Cinderella went looking for a perfect dress.
She found seven that were absolutely perfect for her, but she couldn't decide which to buy, so she bought all seven, cut little pieces out of each dress, and sewed the pieces together to make a new dress.
Two months until the ball, Cinderella did her hair. She tried lots and lots of different styles, and finally found two nice styles and couldn't decide on which one to choose.
So she used both. She did a French Braid on one side of her head, and did a mini-bee hive on the other. She thought she looked glamorous.
And finally, during the last month until the ball, she did her make up.
She tried hundreds of combinations and eventually found that she couldn't decide between the combination of pinks, or the combinations of earthy colours. So she used both.
One of her eyes was pink shaded; the other was a light gold colour. One of her cheeks was pale pink; the other was a pale brown shimmer. One side of her mouth was dark pink, and one side was a shiny caramel colour.
She looked at herself in the mirror and said to herself, "I look so beautiful, the Prince Royal Guy has to choose me to be his bride."
The day of the Ball finally arrived, and Cinderella had been ready for three months.
She sat in her room all day, so that she would not spoil her outfit. When her coach arrived, she jumped in and went happily off to the ball without the stepsisters.
The stepsisters were in their rooms crying.
"We want to go to the ball too!"
As the tears fell, there was a PING! And a fat fairy in a suit appeared.
"Now mdears, what is the problem here?"
The stepsisters stared.
"Who are you?" they asked in unison.
"Why, I'm your fairy godfather. Now WHAT IS THE PROBLEM?"
"We want to go to the ball." came the reply.
"Well....for one, you need a car. Go and get me a tomato. And you need a coachman. Go and get me a pineapple. And you need horses. Go and get me six ants."
The stepsisters ran off. They returned clutching a tomato, a pineapple and six ants.
:Good, good, good. Now, this will be your transport!"
With a swish of the fairy godfathers wand, a shining golden coach, a coachman with spiky hair, and six pale gold horses.
"OOOHHH!!!! AAAHHH!" said the stepsisters.
"Now, off you go." said the fat fairy.
"Umm, fairy godfather?" asked a stepsister timidly.
"Yeeess?"
"We kind of need dresses."
"Oh YES! How could I forget???"
There was a PING, and one stepsister was dressed in a ruby red dress, with a nice hairdo, and the other was dressed in a shimmery blue dress and a nice hairdo.
"Now GO!" said the fairy godfather.
"THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!" the stepsisters called as they sped away in their glamorous coach.
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"Wow, I really must look gorgeous. Everyone's looking at me." Cinderella thought.
Cinderella walked straight over to Prince Royal Guy and tried to make conversation.
"So, are you the Prince?"
The Prince glared.
"Such spasticatedness I do not allow in my palace. Guards! Remove this person!"
Cinderella found herself outside in the garden.
She could hear everyone else inside having a good time.
"I deserve to be in there!" she thought angrily.
So she climbed in the window.
And the guards chucked her out.
So she climbed in the window.
And the guards chucked her out.
So she climbed up the wall into the upper level of the palace, and walked down the stairs into the Ball Hall.
And the guards chucked her out.
Just when the guards were threatening to shoot her and put her out of her misery, she said
"I don't care. You people are too low to deserve my presence."
And she walked out of the Ball and went home.
After she got home, she discovered that she wanted to be a bit more appreciative, so she went to the TV company and asked if she could go on "The Simple Life".
They agreed, and so she stayed on the show for twelve years before she actually became appreciative of her life.
So she got married and lived happily ever after.
The end." Arwen finished with a flourish.
"I didn't know that you watched reality TV!" Aragorn said accusingly.
Arwen shrugged.
"When there's nothing else on."
"Oh."
"Arwen?" Sam said.
"Yes?"
"Did you just make up that ending?"
Arwen blushed.
"Well, yes. I couldn't be bothered to tell you the real ending." She said guiltily.
"Ah well..." Faramir sighed.
"Yeah. It's your fault that you're so lazy." Aragorn said with mock sadness.
Arwen punched him playfully on the arm. And gave a gigantic yawn.
"Well, it looks like the lazy one and I should be off." said Aragorn.
"Oh, do you have to go??? You've hardly been here three hours!" Eowyn exclaimed.
"Well, if you want us to stay..." Arwen trailed off looking wistfully at the luxurious house.
"Won't you all stay for dinner?" Faramir asked.
All three Hobbits punched the air.
"YEAH! Call us when you're ready!"
They sped off in the direction of the arcade rooms.
"Legolas and Gimli, won't you join them?" Eowyn asked.
Gimli looked sulky.
"All I want to do is take off this ridiculous outfit." he grumbled.
Legolas grinned.
"Aw, okay. I'm actually quite impressed that you haven't died of embarrassment yet. I brought some of your other clothes, because I knew that you wouldn't be able to hold out too long."
Gimli was working furiously, trying to decide which was better; to lose a dare to an Elf, or to walk around feeling like a complete gay and loser.
"Hand over those clothes, Elf."
The electronic voice returned.
"Now transporting clothes to change room number four."
The clothes were plucked from Legolas's hands, and carried off.
"HEY! BRING BACK THOSE CLOTHES!!!" Gimli hollered.
Faramir grinned.
"It's okay Gimli. Change room number four is the first door on your right along that corridor." Faramir gestured to a corridor leading out of the living room.
Gimli left, and Legolas said that he'd meet him in the arcade rooms.
"What about you guys?" Eowyn asked Aragorn and Arwen.
"Could we just have a drink and stay here? Is that okay?" Arwen asked timidly.
"Sure. If you want a drink, you just..." Eowyn showed Arwen how to order a drink from the computer.
"We'll stay with you, in fact. We don't feel like doing anything, really." said Faramir.
Voices and laughter could be heard until well into the night.
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Well, that's it! I don't think that that was my best chapter ever, but anyway. Send me a review! =)
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