Trisher Nicole Married WHO?

By:

LiL Pippin Padfoot

Disclaimer: I am considering about buying New Line Cinemas, but, meh, I don't own anything. I'll put at the end, which's older. I think you'll be surprised… ;)

Oh, and I have a bad habit I must reveal. I talk really fast. When I was in 1st grade, I was sent to Speech class. Well, I made sure I took my time, and spoke properly, and I was out of it in 5 minutes tops. But, I speak so fast without realizing it, and people who don't know me, make me stop, and start all over again. I went to a small school, so most of the teachers were used to it, but when I was younger I used to get really mad when people would tell me to stop and start again, so I would shut my mouth and not say anything to them. I was a bit stubborn. Anyway, unto the story

Chapter 4

It's Not My Fault….

"So, they're really dead?"

"Yes."

Oh, don't worry. No one died; I was just telling Trisher about how my wagon party on Oregon Trail died.

"That's really pathetic, Paige."

"Shuttup"

"Can I ask a question?"

"If it doesn't involve the words 'pathetic', 'sad', 'fruity', or 'DSL'"

"Don't worry. I just wanted to know were we're going."

"That could be helpful."

"What does that mean?"

I waved my hand.

"Simply put: I have no clue."

"Not again."

So, I'm not very good at maps. Trisher and I don't make a great team anyway. Once, in this game (it was an assignment in computer class) we were supposed to complete it, and see who could do without wasting the least amount of money. The point of the game was to travel Cross-country, in a giant truck and collect 5 commodities.

Well, I was the driver and she told me were to go. We were supposed to go to Virginia for tobacco; well somehow, I ended up in Louisiana.

"I don't have a map. Plus, how did you get from Gondor, to Ithillien?"

"How do you know that I was Gondor, since you don't know anything?"

"Duh, Boromir's the Steward. But my Faramir's a prince, so there."

"What?"

"Well, I'd think you of all people Trisher. Okay a history lesson. In England when a King dies, the kingship is handed to whom?"

"His eldest son or daughter."

"A, now, if Boromir lived, and Denethor died, who would become the Steward?"

Trisher thought hard.

"Elrond?"

I hit her.

"I WAS JOKING!"

I shrugged.

"I'm being 'serious'."

"Okay, okay. So Boromir's a Steward?"

"Trisher, you are hopeless. Hey look! A wall!"

We ran over to the wall.

"So you know what this means?" asked Trisher

"What?"

"We can follow the wall to where it ends, and then get out."

"Or, I could just sit down and cry."

"And you called me hopeless."

"That's how Faramir found me."

Trisher stared at me.

"What. Are you talking about?"

"When I found myself in a strange place, and I didn't know anyone, and no one spoke Da Elvish, or like Normal English, at least mine and I got really depressed, so I sat down and cried."

"You did not."

"I did too; no one could talk to me. They couldn't understand me."

"Paige," said Trisher patiently, she was a seasoned professional at comforting me after people tell me to start all over again "Most people haven't been around you long enough to understand you."

"Faramir understood me."

Trisher rolled her eyes.

"Whatever, let's just follow this wall."

So we did.

"Do you know what happened to everyone?" she asked me

"Yes, much like what happened last time." I said brightly.

Trisher groaned.

"Don't worry. It's not all that bad, I mean Frodo and Sam isn't gay, and no went to the Gray Havens yet."

"That's nice, so what did happen."

"Well, as far as I know (from Faramir), Eowyn married Aragorn, Eomer married Lothiriel (like he was supposed to), Legolas is still single, and the hobbits are happily married, Pippin with his own little Faramir, Merry has a little one named Boromir, Sam has his own little Fellowship, and Frodo is single."

"What about Gimli?"

"That's where we hit a bit of a snag."

Trisher stopped.

"Wait, don't say it. I think I know."

"It's funny, isn't it?"

"Paige, that's wrong."

"No, I think it's kind of cute."

"Only you, only you."

"It's not my fault!"

Trisher just groaned again.

Anyone have any guesses?

Oh yes.

. Drum roll, please. And the older one is………………………………

ME!!! LiL Pippin Padfoot, by a year two months and like 20 days or something

Though, Trisher acts older sometimes. I don't know why.