O O O O O While the Men are Away, The Women will Play O O O O O
o o In Good Ol' Rivendell o o
Arwen sits on her window seat, being girly and dreaming of frolicking in fields of yellow flowers, hand-in-hand with her one true love. Not. Arwen was merely letting her hair dry before she was off on a day filled with 'mackin' on the most gorgeous elves she could find. Hey, you can't expect a gorgeous she-elf like Arwen to sit around while her man is having all the fun, can you? No, didn't think so.
Arwen flipped her lustrous long, brown hair around a few times, so it got that lovely full bodied look and headed out her door. Not intending on going 'mackin' on her own she heads to get Elladan and Elrohir's beautiful lovers as well. Enter Nuquer and Ciara. Arwen's very best, and very feisty friends.
"Come ladies, the men are away, it is our duty to play." Arwen informed the two elves.
"The twins really went camping with Aragorn?" Nuquer asked, very surprised. She couldn't believe her lovely Elladan would actually go.
"Yes, they have both gone. And what do we always do when our men, or elves, leave us all alone?" Arwen smiled wickedly.
"We obediently sit in our rooms, mourning for our elves, or men, to return to us safe and unscathed." Ciara smiled mischievously with Arwen.
"Exactly!" Arwen laughed.
"So, let's go to it ladies." Nuquer stood and the three moved out; wrecking havoc now under way.
O O O O O
o o o In the Land of Rohan, Where Horses lay o o o
Eowyn watched her brother and his idiot friends make their way into the woods.
"Good, they're gone." Eowyn smiled to herself and headed right towards Eomer's room, "If he thinks he can leave me and expect me to obey all his silly rules, he's stupider than I thought." Eowyn threw open Eomer's door and headed right towards his weapons, "Score!" The chest and the closet of weapons were both unlocked, "He invited me right into them." Eomer grabbed as many swords as she could possibly carry and left the room, a smile that could brighten all of Middle Earth on her face.
"Flora, Faunia! Open up!" Eowyn pounded on her dear friend's doors.
"Coming, coming!" Flora opened the door to find a weapon laden Eowyn standing before her, "Good Elbereth! Where did you get those?!" Flora gawked at the beautiful weapons before her.
"Their Eomers'."
"He'll kill you!" Faunia ran to the door.
"He's camping." Eowyn pushed her way into the room and dropped the weapons on the bed.
"No!?" Flora closed the door behind herself, she knew what that meant.
"Yes, let's pack up and head out ladies." Eowyn encouraged her friends.
Soon the three were packing their sacks and loading up on weapons, they were going out hunting. Their brother's and keeper's never let them go and now they were gone. Freedom at last.
O O O
"What do you think our women are doing right now?" Elladan asked his brother.
"Probably sitting around, singing, talking, missing us hopefully." Elrohir laughed.
"I know that's what Arwen does. She says she just gets so sad when I leave her." Aragorn smiled, proud of that fact.
"Yea, right, she's probably out with some elf, having herself some fun." Boromir laughed.
"You say that because you don't have a woman." Aragorn shot back.
"Hey, I don't have a woman. I have women. More than one is the way to go, man." Boromir smiled, "What can I say I'm friendly."
"A little too friendly sometimes with the wrong people." Faramir muttered.
"Hey, you keep quiet." Boromir warned.
"I sense a story behind that statement." Eomer smiled, knowing that he was about to cause some major trouble.
"Story? No, there's no story." Boromir shook his head vehemently.
"I think there is a story there." Legolas couldn't help but get in on the fun here.
"There is actually a story behind that." Faramir smiled, "But, I can't tell it without Boromir's permission."
"What?! Since when do you care what Boromir thinks?" Aragorn couldn't believe he just heard that from Faramir's mouth.
"Boromir doesn't care. Tell the story." Eomer urged Faramir.
"Well, okay, you talked me into it." Faramir smiled.
"What?! No! I say no! NO! NO! NO!" Boromir started shouting.
"Hey, listen anger-management man, which you are in dire need of, we don't care what you have to say about this whole matter. It doesn't concern you." Boromir pushed Boromir back down onto his log so he couldn't pommel Faramir before the story was told.
"Doesn't concern me? It's about me!" Boromir exploded.
"Yea, still don't care." Eomer smiled evilly.
"Okay, well one night Boromir and I went to this really well-known tavern in Gondor. It's on the second level, you know kind of people around that level. This place is known for the strongest ale in the city, the dirtiest men in the city, and the easiest women in the city. It's where all kinds of deals are made, if you know what I mean."
"So it's basically an Eomer kind of place?" Legolas asked.
"Are you calling me dirty? I think you are mistaken. You mean Aragorn." Eomer shook his head at this poor deluded elf.
"I was thinking more along the lines of the easiest women, but dirty Aragorn works too." Legolas shrugged.
"Oh, okay." Eomer nodded, then thought about that for a moment, "Wait. Are you saying I like easy women or that I am an easy woman?" Eomer asked.
"You're a dirty woman?" Legolas asked.
"No, I thought you said I was one." Eomer was getting a little confused.
"You are the one that said you were a dirty woman, not me." Legolas shrugged.
"But I'm not."
"If you say so?"
"You dirty elf, you tricked me into saying that!" Eomer accused the elf.
"You fell for it."
"Do you guys want to hear the rest of the story or not?" Faramir asked.
"Yes!" Aragorn interupted, oh how he wanted to hear the rest of this story.
"Okay then, I'll go on."
O O O O O
Yes, it is to be continued. Nice thought isn't that? I thought so too.