Trisher Nicole Married WHO
By:
LiL Pippin Padfoot
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Chapter 5
Cheap Boromir
"I cannot believe that Paige. That is so wrong."
"No, I still think it's rather funny."
"You are twisted."
"No, you just don't have a sense of humor."
Trisher and I had been arguing like this forever.
So I made up a song, because this wall wasn't ending anytime soon.
"This is the wall that never ends,
Yes it goes on and on, my friends,
Some people got lost and followed it,
Not knowing where it ends,
And they'll continue walking it forever just because,
This is the wall that never ends…"
"WILL YOU QUIT SINGING?"
"All you had to do was ask."
"Hey it's the end! Finally!"
And so it was, there was the entrance, or the end, whatever.
"Okay, so we have one problem to fi- what's that on your finger?"
"It's my engagement ring."
"That is the One Ring!"
"Okay, so maybe Faramir stole it from Frodo, and gave him a fake one. It's really not that heavy you know,"
"Paige, you have the One Ring."
"And you have one."
Trisher realized on her finger was a very large, green, plastic ring that said 'Happy Birthday!' in bright pink letters.
"I can't help it that Boromir's cheaper than Faramir."
"Cheaper?" said Trisher "Boromir paid like 25¢, Faramir stole that."
I rolled my eyes.
"Let's just fix the one problem, okay?"
"Do you promise not to put the ring on at all?"
"I promise."
"Do you promise not to take over Middle Earth?"
"…"
"Promise me."
I mumbled 'fine' underneath my breath.
"So, where is it?"
"Ummmm, I don't know. We could ask some one."
"Not Faramir or Boromir."
"Why not? Faramir is awesome."
"Because both of them think I'm crazy." Replied Trisher
"That's sad, your own husband thinks your crazy."
"Just be quiet, and let's figure out where we are."
We were at a house.
"Oh, that's my house. Isn't killer, Trisher?"
Her jaw unhinged, okay, so maybe it was more of a castle than a house.
"Dude, Faramir's got cash doesn't he?" she said
"Much better than where you're living in Gondor, that's for sure."
"What does that mean?"
"It means that Princes are way better than Stewards, and I'd watch out for signs of Pyromania, it might be genetic."
"Did you just insult my Bory?"
I couldn't help it. I started laugh. "Oh, so he's Bory, now?"
"Shut up! Let's get to work; I don't want to hang around here any longer than I have to."
So, I led her into (my!) house, castle, whatever. "Would you like a tour?"
"No. I would like to find out something than leave."
"Sheesh, cool your jets. He's most likely in the library."
So we went in search of the library.
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