Crissy: I finally finished this chapter. It's been almost done for about a
month now, but I just haven't gotten around to finishing it and stuff. I
guess I was bored of the whole story plot. But anyway, I think I got over
the boredom for now, so now I give you this chapter. Ally will not be
working on this story thingy anymore, because school is out and I won't see
her as much. And when we do see each other, we'll be writing "Another Lily
and James Story". So yea. Thank you to all the people who reviewed!! I love
you all!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that you recognize. They belong to the wonderful but deceased J.R.R. Tolkien. I do own the instructor, and all the non-important characters in this story that you don't recognize.
Enough of that, here's the story:
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*Chapter 13*
Aragorn and the Hair Stylist
The instructor takes Aragorn to a hair salon.
After paying the person, he sits Aragorn down in a chair.
"Now do whatever she tells you to, and I'll be back in a while. Be good."
The instructor leaves the shop, Aragorn looking after him wistfully, wanting to be anywhere but where he is.
"So what style do you want it?" asks the hair stylist.
"Style?" says Aragorn stupidly. "The instructor told me to do what you tell me."
The hair stylist looks skeptically at Aragorn.
"Well I think it would look best a little shorter." se mumbles to herself for a second trying to mentally picture how his hair would look when she was done with it. "Let's start shall we?"
The hair stylist moves Aragorn to a different chair, and tips his head back into a sink. She then turns the water on, and tries to wash out his hair.
As soon as she touches his hair, the hair stylist jumps back in disgust.
"Grotesque!" she exclaims, "Dude, your hair is, like, totally greasy! How long has it been since you've washed it?!
Aragorn thinks for a second then says, "I think it was about 6 months ago that Arwen last made me wash it. I think."
The hair stylist shutters, and dumps loads of shampoo into his hair.
While she is washing his hair, Aragorn rambles on about nothing in general.
"I do not see why one needs to wash one's hair. It is all the same to me. But Arwen says, "No, you must at least wash your hair twice a year."."
The hair stylist cringes just thinking about what he is saying. Who would only wash their hair only once a year?
".It is strange how her name is Arwen and my name is Aragorn is it not? Arwen and Aragorn. We are as one. It is good we do not think like most people, because Elrond is my adopted father, so Arwen would sort of be my adopted sister, and if we thought like most people that would be most disturbing. But we do not think like most people, and that is what counts."
After about 45 minutes of washing and conditioning, the hair stylist puts Aragorn's head back up and gets out the scissors.
"Woaoh! What do you think you are doing with those things?" asks Aragorn.
"Cut you're hair. What does it look like?" replies the hair stylist.
Aragorn jumps up.
"Whoa! The instructor said nothing to me about cutting my beautiful hair!"
"Just sit down." Says the hair stylist; "I'll make it look better."
Aragorn screams and starts running around the shop with the hair stylist in close pursuit.
Finally, after a while, the instructor walks in.
"Sit down Aragorn."
Aragorn quickly sits down in the chair he was in before.
"What are you doing?" asks the instructor.
A very disheveled hair stylist comes over.
"She was going to cut my hair." Whines Aragorn.
"What did I say when I left?" says the instructor, "I said for you to be perfect and to do what the lady tells you to."
"Actually," corrects Aragorn, "You did not tell me to be perfect, you told me to be good."
"Whatever! Just stay seated and let her cut your hair!"
Aragorn stands up.
"I don't have to take this! I'm a king!"
The instructor raises an eyebrow.
"Fine. Do what you want, but. I have sources." He coughed "Arwen."
Aragorn takes the hint and meekly sits down.
The instructor smiles at the hair stylist and nods for her to proceed.
The hair stylist cautiously approaches with the scissors, and starts timidly sniping Aragorn's hair. After making sure that Aragorn is not going to jump up and hurt her, the hair stylist goes into speed mode, and is soon done.
She hands Aragorn a mirror, and Aragorn gets absorbed in his own reflection.
"I look good." He says.
His brown hair is now about an inch long and spiked.
The instructor gets up.
"I knew you would like it. Now let's go."
Aragorn stands up still staring at his reflection in the mirror.
The instructor takes the mirror away and hands it to the hair stylist.
"Thank you for putting up with him." He gives her a generous tip and leaves, pushing a dazed Aragorn out of the shop.
Later:
"Wow!" exclaims Arwen, "I love the look hon.
"I know." Agrees Aragorn, "Me too."
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There you go, I really hope you like it. It's hard to type in present tense all the time. I keep going into past tense, which is what most stories are written in. Well. review.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that you recognize. They belong to the wonderful but deceased J.R.R. Tolkien. I do own the instructor, and all the non-important characters in this story that you don't recognize.
Enough of that, here's the story:
****************************************************
*Chapter 13*
Aragorn and the Hair Stylist
The instructor takes Aragorn to a hair salon.
After paying the person, he sits Aragorn down in a chair.
"Now do whatever she tells you to, and I'll be back in a while. Be good."
The instructor leaves the shop, Aragorn looking after him wistfully, wanting to be anywhere but where he is.
"So what style do you want it?" asks the hair stylist.
"Style?" says Aragorn stupidly. "The instructor told me to do what you tell me."
The hair stylist looks skeptically at Aragorn.
"Well I think it would look best a little shorter." se mumbles to herself for a second trying to mentally picture how his hair would look when she was done with it. "Let's start shall we?"
The hair stylist moves Aragorn to a different chair, and tips his head back into a sink. She then turns the water on, and tries to wash out his hair.
As soon as she touches his hair, the hair stylist jumps back in disgust.
"Grotesque!" she exclaims, "Dude, your hair is, like, totally greasy! How long has it been since you've washed it?!
Aragorn thinks for a second then says, "I think it was about 6 months ago that Arwen last made me wash it. I think."
The hair stylist shutters, and dumps loads of shampoo into his hair.
While she is washing his hair, Aragorn rambles on about nothing in general.
"I do not see why one needs to wash one's hair. It is all the same to me. But Arwen says, "No, you must at least wash your hair twice a year."."
The hair stylist cringes just thinking about what he is saying. Who would only wash their hair only once a year?
".It is strange how her name is Arwen and my name is Aragorn is it not? Arwen and Aragorn. We are as one. It is good we do not think like most people, because Elrond is my adopted father, so Arwen would sort of be my adopted sister, and if we thought like most people that would be most disturbing. But we do not think like most people, and that is what counts."
After about 45 minutes of washing and conditioning, the hair stylist puts Aragorn's head back up and gets out the scissors.
"Woaoh! What do you think you are doing with those things?" asks Aragorn.
"Cut you're hair. What does it look like?" replies the hair stylist.
Aragorn jumps up.
"Whoa! The instructor said nothing to me about cutting my beautiful hair!"
"Just sit down." Says the hair stylist; "I'll make it look better."
Aragorn screams and starts running around the shop with the hair stylist in close pursuit.
Finally, after a while, the instructor walks in.
"Sit down Aragorn."
Aragorn quickly sits down in the chair he was in before.
"What are you doing?" asks the instructor.
A very disheveled hair stylist comes over.
"She was going to cut my hair." Whines Aragorn.
"What did I say when I left?" says the instructor, "I said for you to be perfect and to do what the lady tells you to."
"Actually," corrects Aragorn, "You did not tell me to be perfect, you told me to be good."
"Whatever! Just stay seated and let her cut your hair!"
Aragorn stands up.
"I don't have to take this! I'm a king!"
The instructor raises an eyebrow.
"Fine. Do what you want, but. I have sources." He coughed "Arwen."
Aragorn takes the hint and meekly sits down.
The instructor smiles at the hair stylist and nods for her to proceed.
The hair stylist cautiously approaches with the scissors, and starts timidly sniping Aragorn's hair. After making sure that Aragorn is not going to jump up and hurt her, the hair stylist goes into speed mode, and is soon done.
She hands Aragorn a mirror, and Aragorn gets absorbed in his own reflection.
"I look good." He says.
His brown hair is now about an inch long and spiked.
The instructor gets up.
"I knew you would like it. Now let's go."
Aragorn stands up still staring at his reflection in the mirror.
The instructor takes the mirror away and hands it to the hair stylist.
"Thank you for putting up with him." He gives her a generous tip and leaves, pushing a dazed Aragorn out of the shop.
Later:
"Wow!" exclaims Arwen, "I love the look hon.
"I know." Agrees Aragorn, "Me too."
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There you go, I really hope you like it. It's hard to type in present tense all the time. I keep going into past tense, which is what most stories are written in. Well. review.