You Could Have Caught Me
By:
LiL Pippin Padfoot
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Disclaimer: Thank you reviewers! I'll try to make this longer. I do not own anything.
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Chapter 48
To Save a Horse
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I stopped for a second.
Aracaran gave a 'I told you so' shake of his head.
"Shuttup. I'm doing the best I can."
I glanced at my map again.
"Could we be there?" I wondered.
Aracaran snorted. "And what does that mean?" I snapped
I didn't like talking to myself, I find it to be a bit one-sided, or its against me, you've seen my arguments with myself.
So, to entertain myself, I had been singing, one of my favorite songs.
I began to hum it again as I scanned the map.
"Well, this isn't going to be much use until I figure out where I am, so how about we just go? How about that way?" I pointed to the West, Dol Amroth sounded good.
Aracaran started off.
I continued to hum.
Aracaran stopped abruptly.
"Okay, okay, I know you don't like that song."
The song I was referring to was 'Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy)' a delightfully dirty song, sung by Big & Rich.
So I started to sing it.
"Well, I don't give a dang about nothin' I'm singin' and bling-blingin' while the girls are drinkin' long necks down.
And I wouldn't trade old LeRoy for your Chevrolet or your Escalade, or your freak parade, I'm the only John Wayne left in this town.
And I sadle up my horse and I ride into the city,
I make a lot of noise, cuz the girls they are so pretty,
Rindin' up and down Broadway on my ol' stud LeRoy,
All the girl's say:
Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy,
Everybody says :
Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy!"
I quit singing "What?"
Aracaran started up again.
"What about 'Good Riddance'? That's a good song. 'Beat it'? Well, I don't have a radio, so I'll be the one singing, considering I have no one to talk to, and I am not going to hallucinate some imaginary friend, or some one that's dead." I added
"So, what song do you like? There has to be one? I don't know any songs from Rohan, though I do know quite a few drinking songs."
Then, I mentally shook myself, I was talking to a horse. A HORSE.
"Get yourself together, girl." I said
As it got dark, Aracaran slowed down, and stopped.
"What are you doing? Your not tired, we keep going, until we can't go any longer."
Aracaran kept going, plodding along, but nonetheless going.
The next day, we stopped.
"You know, I have no clue where I am, and I am completely alone, and I'm not happy, I always thought running away would give me more satisfaction."
Aracaran ignored me, he was grazing, and I was sitting on the ground.
"Do you think we'll come somewhere soon?"
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"You let her what?" asked Faramir of the Head Herb Dude, for the fifth time.
"She said she'd runaway, I didn't think she would really do that."
"She couldn't of." Said Aragorn "She doesn't like being alone, really, you should have seen her, she was always behind some one. She couldn't of go far."
"And this is coming from the person who let her jump down a flight of stairs." Said Eowyn
"Will you let that go? She agreed to it."
"She had to have left something." Said Arwen
That's when they walked into my room, and found the note.
"Okay," said Eowyn "Who wants to tell my brother?"
"How about we send a messenger to Rohan, and have them on the look out for her?" suggest Aragorn.
Arwen gave him a hug "See? I told you that you'll be smart someday."
Aragorn smiled proudly while Faramir and Eowyn rolled their eyes.
"Let's go find her."
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"Aracaran? I just remembered the song 'Thriller' and the music video, and now I'm scared, so I know your resting, but can we please leave? Thank you."
So saddled Aracaran, mind you, this is night, and we started up again.
"I know I said I wouldn't sing, but I'm a bit scared, and I have no one to talk to, so I may start singing again. What's a happy song? No, not Linkin Park, good band, but a bit depressing. How bout 1985? I can sing that really loud."
Aracaran just continued on, so I assumed he was all right with it.
"Debbie just hit the wall, she never had it all…"
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This chapter was a bit longer. And I still don't know who's baby it is on my soap!! I'm hoping it's Thersea's, Gwen is such a witch, stealing Little Eathen from Thersea.
Oh yes, I agree Linkin Park does rock.