A Lesson in Sharing
Nefertiri's Handmaiden
Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings, and I know it, and you know it, and you know I know it, and I know you know and that you know I know it, and you all know that I know that you know that I know I know it and that you know, and I know you know that I know that. . . well, you get the point. We all know. We all know that we know, so let's not go around suing people who know that they know that we know that they know we know and. . .
Note: Part Three. It is, I admit, very short. But what are you going to do?
"FARAMIR!"
"Yes, Eomer?" responded Faramir calmly as he waved away the lieutenant he'd been speaking with.
They were three days out of Edoras on their way to Minas Tirith, and things had been going quite well between the King of Rohan and his brother-in-law.
Until now.
"Did you take that grain I was saving for Firefoot?"
"Er – no! I – I – er. . . Put it away. Yes, that's it. I put it away. For safe keeping."
"Are you suggesting that I cannot protect my own property, Steward?"
There was silence.
Suddenly Faramir pointed toward the plains behind Eomer.
"LOOK!" he shouted, "ORCS!"
Eomer, predictably, turned to look as he pulled his sword.
Faramir took off in the opposite direction.
Eomer, quickly realizing what was happing, spun back around and took off after him.
"GET BACK HERE, FARAMIR! I SHALL REND YOU LIMB FROM LIMB, SON OF NUMENOR!"
I like this one. Simple, yet funny.