TRISHER NICHOLE MARRIED WHO?
By:
LiL Pippin Padfoot
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, not even my wonderful friend Trisher Nichole.
Chapter 2
Happily Dead
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Trisher Nichole had run away from Boromir. She was looking for Faramir. Where she found Faramir, she was sure she would find her friend, or in other words, me.
"I AM GOING TO KILL YOU PAIGE MARISSA!"
You could hear Trisher Nichole all the way in Ithillien, where I was.
I looked over and saw Trisher Nichole.
"Oh, hello there Trisher Nichole."
"Don't hi me, Paige Marissa."
"What?"
"Do you know who I married?"
"Boromir, right?" I said sarcastically.
"Yes! How did you know?"
"Well, duh, I kinda married his brother."
Trisher Nichole was getting madder by the minute.
"You screwed everything up again!"
"What do you mean by that?" I said in an offended tone
"I swear, Paige Marissa, you can't leave anything alone can you?"
"Would you quit with the middle name?"
"I thought so; you have to mess everything up. Where's Eowyn? Why isn't Boromir dead? Where are Arwen, Legolas, Aragorn, and the others?"
I mumbled incoherently under my breath.
"What's that Paige? You messed everything up so that you could have Faramir, and accidentally had I marry Boromir? Yea, I believe that."
I smiled "Good, I hoped so."
Trisher Nichole sighed.
"Did you know I poked my (at this word she shuddered) husband this morning?"
I giggled.
"Really, I didn't think you would, not really."
"GRRR."
"Okay, down dog. I just thought…"
"Yea, you'd give me Boromir, I thought IF and that was a big IF you would actually do this, you said you'd make me marry a hobbit! Like Merry or Pippin."
"But, they were happily married."
"As was Faramir, and Boromir was err, happily dead."
"Trisher Nichole, You know no one can be happily dead."
"He was!"
"Was Not!"
"Was Too!"
"Oh! Hello, Trisher Nichole, how are you today?"
Faramir had found us.
Trisher was shaking with Anger, so he tried another question.
"How's Boromir today?"
Trisher Nichole replied
"He's not very squishy."
At this, I burst out laughing.
Faramir looked, rather scared.
"I think I'm going to go now, I'll see you later sweetie."
I smiled.
Trisher smacked me upside the head.
"What was that for?"
"To bring you back down to Earth."
"Middle Earth." I reminded her
"Whatever."
"So, I have a question."
"What?"
"Does Boromir have abs, if he's not squishy?"
That's about when Trisher Nichole tackled me.
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All Trisher Nichole there, in fact, we've had arguments like that before.
Very Funny stuff, if you ask Trisher Nichole, that is, when she clams down.