Chapter 3
The next stop for the girls was their lodgings, The Powderhorn Lodge, where they promptly changed out of their traveling attire, and set about making a gallon of tea with sugar that Amy had bought at the store down the street, Roni forgot to bring some.
After changing into a knee-length, low-cut red and black dress and killer-evil-owies black high heels that she could barely walk in, Roni added the sugar to the tea as Amy changed in a pair of black slacks and a light green button-up, screaming at her as she did.
"I can't believe you forgot to bring the most important ingredient."
"Hey." Roni shouted back. "At least I remembered the tea bags!"
"Yeah, but you forgot sugar! How blonde can you get!?"
Amy let the subject drop as she glanced at the mirror and made a disgusted sound in her throat and ran back to her room to change, again.
"God, don't you dare be changing, again! I swear, ever since you turned 16, you're worse than I am at that!" Roni screamed from the common livingroom.
Amy came back out in an orange skirt and a simple light blue shirt. At the moment she goes about in her fuzzy slippers.
"Since when did you start to dress like me? And, while we are asking stupid questions, when did I start to dress like this?" she said, kicking off the killer-evil-owies high heels. She regretted doing it less than five seconds later when Amy said we have 2 minutes and we gotta go.
Amy said, "We have 2 minutes and we gotta go."
Roni thought to herself, 'Where did the echo come from?'
Amy found her best beach shoes, a pair of fuzzy flip-flops. "I'm still wondering the same things."
Walking out of the door, Roni wondered outloud, "How am I going to drive in these freakin' shoes?!"
"Don't know." Amy said as she locked the door. She turned and threw the keys at Roni and ran down the steps in her flip-flops, and one flew off.
Roni took her dear sweet time going down each and every excruicating step, wincing in pain as her toes were squished in ways they weren't supposed to be able to move. Amy laughed at her from the side of the car, slipping on the renegade flip-flop, waiting for her to scream in pain and frustraution. She didn't have to wait for long.
Amy reached into the side door compartment and pulled out her map as she waited for Roni to get into the car. She had to wait for long.
Roni drove to the Italain restaurant, Luigi's, and Amy directed. They only made one wrong turn. Well, actually, Roni made one wrong turn, BUT she didn't MEAN to REALLY! She was just preoccupied with the hottie crossing the street across from them. That happens every once in a while. They showed up at this restaurant 4 minutes late, and of course, since they were late, Amy was going nuts.
"Don't worry about it so much. It's not like we don't have a good reason..."
"What?" Amy asked. "You think following a hot guy is an excuse?"
"Well, yeah."
Amy took charge of getting the waiteress's attention and finding out if Viggo was there yet. He was. They were led out to the balcony where Viggo Mortensen was looking over the menu. The city streetlights cast a yellow shine onto his face, lighting it from below. He was Aragorn.
"Hello, Mr. Mortensen." Roni greeted him as he stood. Since this was not the object of her extreme obsession, it was a little easier for words to come out of her mouth.
"Please, call me Viggo." He said, shaking hands with each in turn.
"My name is Veronica, and this is my stepsister, and co-engineer of Lord of the Rings Land, Amy." she introduced.
"Hello, Veronica. Hello, Amy." he said as he stood up and helped the ladies into their seats, like a proper gentleman. "Please, take a look at the menu, dinner is on me."
"WHAT!" Amy's little inner voice said.
"YEAH!" Roni's little inner voice said.
"FREE DINNER!" Their credit card said.
The credit card won, but just to keep up appearances, Roni asked, "Are you sure about that, I mean, we don't want..."
"Shut up, Veronica." Viggo interuppted. "I just got done making 5634.5 billion dollars AND it's not every day that I get to buy dinner for two beautiful women."
"Well, thank you for the compliment, and, if you don't mind my saying, wowies." Veronica said, somehow, she's not sure how, because her chin was on the floor.
She regained her composure with enough time to add her drink orders to the others.
"Sprite." Amy said.
"Red wine." Viggo requested.
"Sweet tea." Roni ordered. "But, it has to be really sweet, I don't want any of that weak, icky stuff."
"So, Mr. Viggo, what was it like making The Lord of the Rings trilogy?" Amy asked.
Viggo rested his elbow on the table, then his chin in his hand. "Making Lord of the Rings? Hmmm...well, I would have to say that it was amazing. It was like being a part of a tight knit family of at least 5,000 people on any given day. It was like knowing that you were creating this masterpiece that people were going to enjoy for so many years to come. I believe that if I act until my dying day, I will never again act in something so profound and heartwarming as the story of Frodo and the Ring of Power. On any day, you could witness your fellow actors and actresses going through some of the unthnkable, just to get this vision across, just as you were hopping through those same rings of fire. It was a growing experience for all involved. Unbelievable." he paused. "How's that?"
"Wow." Amy says. "Wish I had my voice recorder with me." She smiles.
"Well, if you remember any of what I just said, I would be delighted to get back together with you two and buy you dinner again, so that you can get a recording of it." Viggo offered.
"Speaking of getting together again," Amy said, all serious again. "We were wondering if you would like to help us in a little project we have going."
No one had noticed the waitress bringing the drinks during Viggo's award-winning speech, but they did when Roni interrupted, practically spitting out the sip of her extra-sweet, non-weak tea. "Little! This 'project' is not little." She said.
"Ok, so it's a huge project. But anyway, we were wondering if you would be willing to partake in the design element of a theme park? You would be are resident advisor on all things Gondorian, Ranger, and some Elven. You will be working along side the great Orlando Bloom, who is going to be our go-to Elf. That's it so far, but there will most likely be others by, say, 3 o'clock or so tomorrow."
"Mmmmm..., Orlando." Roni drooled.
The waitress came to get their dinner orders and the three waited patiently on the three plates of angel hair pasta and marinara sauce with garlic bread, no mushrooms for Amy. But, if they were with the Hobbits...
"If you'd like to see the plans we have, I'd be glad to show them to you after dinner." Amy said after she brought Roni back from Lalaland.
"Orli's working on this?" Viggo asked, rubbing his finger along his jaw.
The girls nodded.
"No need for the plans. I'll help, but on one condition..."
"What's that?" the waitress asked. Seems she had brought the dinners, but again, no one paid any attention to her, so she heard some of the offer, and thought to interject this time.
"Yeah, what's that?" Roni echoed. Roni likes echoes.
"The condition is that everytime I see Orlando, or for that fact, you two now, I get to head-butt him, or you."
The two girls looked at one another and shared second thoughts on recruiting this crazy man to help. Roni shrugged. Amy shrugged. The waitress shrugged.
"I don't see why not, just don't hurt anyone too bad." Roni answered.
Rubbing her shoulder, Amy said "Yeah, don't become like my twin with Punch Buggy."
Viggo knit his eyebrows together. "Ummm...alright."
"Don't ask." Roni advised him.
Viggo didn't and instead started to eat the rich Italian food, really rich. A small plate was enough to max out the girls' lone credit card. Talk was small as the threesome finished dinner and went to dessert, a dececant chocolate brownie, warm and soft in the middle, with ice cream and whipped cream and a cherry on top. Yum. The conversation picked up again, but had changed to the topic of goodbyes and 'how can I reach you's. Veronica was pleased that she left the restaurant with Viggo Mortenson's phone number, e-mail address, and cell phone number, and he had her's, along with Amy's cell phone, and the number to the office space the team of two had rented for the next six months to work from. It was quite a productive day.
The next stop for the girls was their lodgings, The Powderhorn Lodge, where they promptly changed out of their traveling attire, and set about making a gallon of tea with sugar that Amy had bought at the store down the street, Roni forgot to bring some.
After changing into a knee-length, low-cut red and black dress and killer-evil-owies black high heels that she could barely walk in, Roni added the sugar to the tea as Amy changed in a pair of black slacks and a light green button-up, screaming at her as she did.
"I can't believe you forgot to bring the most important ingredient."
"Hey." Roni shouted back. "At least I remembered the tea bags!"
"Yeah, but you forgot sugar! How blonde can you get!?"
Amy let the subject drop as she glanced at the mirror and made a disgusted sound in her throat and ran back to her room to change, again.
"God, don't you dare be changing, again! I swear, ever since you turned 16, you're worse than I am at that!" Roni screamed from the common livingroom.
Amy came back out in an orange skirt and a simple light blue shirt. At the moment she goes about in her fuzzy slippers.
"Since when did you start to dress like me? And, while we are asking stupid questions, when did I start to dress like this?" she said, kicking off the killer-evil-owies high heels. She regretted doing it less than five seconds later when Amy said we have 2 minutes and we gotta go.
Amy said, "We have 2 minutes and we gotta go."
Roni thought to herself, 'Where did the echo come from?'
Amy found her best beach shoes, a pair of fuzzy flip-flops. "I'm still wondering the same things."
Walking out of the door, Roni wondered outloud, "How am I going to drive in these freakin' shoes?!"
"Don't know." Amy said as she locked the door. She turned and threw the keys at Roni and ran down the steps in her flip-flops, and one flew off.
Roni took her dear sweet time going down each and every excruicating step, wincing in pain as her toes were squished in ways they weren't supposed to be able to move. Amy laughed at her from the side of the car, slipping on the renegade flip-flop, waiting for her to scream in pain and frustraution. She didn't have to wait for long.
Amy reached into the side door compartment and pulled out her map as she waited for Roni to get into the car. She had to wait for long.
Roni drove to the Italain restaurant, Luigi's, and Amy directed. They only made one wrong turn. Well, actually, Roni made one wrong turn, BUT she didn't MEAN to REALLY! She was just preoccupied with the hottie crossing the street across from them. That happens every once in a while. They showed up at this restaurant 4 minutes late, and of course, since they were late, Amy was going nuts.
"Don't worry about it so much. It's not like we don't have a good reason..."
"What?" Amy asked. "You think following a hot guy is an excuse?"
"Well, yeah."
Amy took charge of getting the waiteress's attention and finding out if Viggo was there yet. He was. They were led out to the balcony where Viggo Mortensen was looking over the menu. The city streetlights cast a yellow shine onto his face, lighting it from below. He was Aragorn.
"Hello, Mr. Mortensen." Roni greeted him as he stood. Since this was not the object of her extreme obsession, it was a little easier for words to come out of her mouth.
"Please, call me Viggo." He said, shaking hands with each in turn.
"My name is Veronica, and this is my stepsister, and co-engineer of Lord of the Rings Land, Amy." she introduced.
"Hello, Veronica. Hello, Amy." he said as he stood up and helped the ladies into their seats, like a proper gentleman. "Please, take a look at the menu, dinner is on me."
"WHAT!" Amy's little inner voice said.
"YEAH!" Roni's little inner voice said.
"FREE DINNER!" Their credit card said.
The credit card won, but just to keep up appearances, Roni asked, "Are you sure about that, I mean, we don't want..."
"Shut up, Veronica." Viggo interuppted. "I just got done making 5634.5 billion dollars AND it's not every day that I get to buy dinner for two beautiful women."
"Well, thank you for the compliment, and, if you don't mind my saying, wowies." Veronica said, somehow, she's not sure how, because her chin was on the floor.
She regained her composure with enough time to add her drink orders to the others.
"Sprite." Amy said.
"Red wine." Viggo requested.
"Sweet tea." Roni ordered. "But, it has to be really sweet, I don't want any of that weak, icky stuff."
"So, Mr. Viggo, what was it like making The Lord of the Rings trilogy?" Amy asked.
Viggo rested his elbow on the table, then his chin in his hand. "Making Lord of the Rings? Hmmm...well, I would have to say that it was amazing. It was like being a part of a tight knit family of at least 5,000 people on any given day. It was like knowing that you were creating this masterpiece that people were going to enjoy for so many years to come. I believe that if I act until my dying day, I will never again act in something so profound and heartwarming as the story of Frodo and the Ring of Power. On any day, you could witness your fellow actors and actresses going through some of the unthnkable, just to get this vision across, just as you were hopping through those same rings of fire. It was a growing experience for all involved. Unbelievable." he paused. "How's that?"
"Wow." Amy says. "Wish I had my voice recorder with me." She smiles.
"Well, if you remember any of what I just said, I would be delighted to get back together with you two and buy you dinner again, so that you can get a recording of it." Viggo offered.
"Speaking of getting together again," Amy said, all serious again. "We were wondering if you would like to help us in a little project we have going."
No one had noticed the waitress bringing the drinks during Viggo's award-winning speech, but they did when Roni interrupted, practically spitting out the sip of her extra-sweet, non-weak tea. "Little! This 'project' is not little." She said.
"Ok, so it's a huge project. But anyway, we were wondering if you would be willing to partake in the design element of a theme park? You would be are resident advisor on all things Gondorian, Ranger, and some Elven. You will be working along side the great Orlando Bloom, who is going to be our go-to Elf. That's it so far, but there will most likely be others by, say, 3 o'clock or so tomorrow."
"Mmmmm..., Orlando." Roni drooled.
The waitress came to get their dinner orders and the three waited patiently on the three plates of angel hair pasta and marinara sauce with garlic bread, no mushrooms for Amy. But, if they were with the Hobbits...
"If you'd like to see the plans we have, I'd be glad to show them to you after dinner." Amy said after she brought Roni back from Lalaland.
"Orli's working on this?" Viggo asked, rubbing his finger along his jaw.
The girls nodded.
"No need for the plans. I'll help, but on one condition..."
"What's that?" the waitress asked. Seems she had brought the dinners, but again, no one paid any attention to her, so she heard some of the offer, and thought to interject this time.
"Yeah, what's that?" Roni echoed. Roni likes echoes.
"The condition is that everytime I see Orlando, or for that fact, you two now, I get to head-butt him, or you."
The two girls looked at one another and shared second thoughts on recruiting this crazy man to help. Roni shrugged. Amy shrugged. The waitress shrugged.
"I don't see why not, just don't hurt anyone too bad." Roni answered.
Rubbing her shoulder, Amy said "Yeah, don't become like my twin with Punch Buggy."
Viggo knit his eyebrows together. "Ummm...alright."
"Don't ask." Roni advised him.
Viggo didn't and instead started to eat the rich Italian food, really rich. A small plate was enough to max out the girls' lone credit card. Talk was small as the threesome finished dinner and went to dessert, a dececant chocolate brownie, warm and soft in the middle, with ice cream and whipped cream and a cherry on top. Yum. The conversation picked up again, but had changed to the topic of goodbyes and 'how can I reach you's. Veronica was pleased that she left the restaurant with Viggo Mortenson's phone number, e-mail address, and cell phone number, and he had her's, along with Amy's cell phone, and the number to the office space the team of two had rented for the next six months to work from. It was quite a productive day.