Trisher Nicole Married WHO? 8
By:
LiL Pippin Padfoot
Disclaimer: I'm going to live forever, or die trying! :) Don't own anything.
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Chapter 8
Crazies and Problems
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"Yea, what'd you want?" Gimli
"Excuse me." I said
"Paige." Trisher hissed "Shut up." She was eyeing his ax.
"You don't need to be so rude, you know."
Gimli sort of growled.
"I mean, we married royalty."
"Paige Marissa!"
"Ima King." Gimli said
I rolled my eyes.
"Of a Cave."
"You insultin' my cave?"
"You can't trust her." Trisher said "Mental problems, schizophrenia, pyromania, in fact, she's just a maniacal person in general. Talks without knowing what she's saying."
"Do she?"
"I do not!"
Trisher elbowed me.
"Ow!"
"See, she thinks the voices are hurting her."
"Oh, really? She's that crazy?"
"Very."
"Honey? Who's there?" a new voice entered the conversation.
"Just some crazies." Responded Gimli gruffly.
Arwen walked into the room.
"They are not crazies, dear." She said.
Trisher was about to puke, seeing that Arwen really DID marry Gimli, and I was about to laugh at her face.
"This is the girl that married Faramir, and she (she then pointed to Trisher), married that Boromir, Faramir's older brother."
"Oh, so you're Boromir's wife? I've heard of yeh. Yeh're the crazy one."
"I am not!" said Trisher "She's the crazy one!"
"Just as crazy as you!"
"Are not!"
"Are too!"
"Are not!"
"Are too!"
"Is there a reason you are here?"
"Yes." Said Trisher
"We need to get things back to normal, because she (at this, Trisher jerked her thumb in my direction), messed everything up. Again."
"I don't understand." Said Arwen
"Neither do I." I said
"YOU MARRIED FARAMIR!" Trisher shouted at me.
"Yeah, so?" I said
Trisher rolled her eyes.
"It's no use trying to talk to her, you know." She told Gimli and Arwen. "She never listens."
"I still don't see why yeh here." Said Gimli
"Huh." I said "I forgot too."
"You did not! You just don't want to divorce Faramir. Anyway. We are here to fix things."
"No," I corrected "She is here to fix things."
"I think I'll jest be kicking yeh both out."
And with that, Trisher and I were kicked out.
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"This sucks."
"Amen to that."
Trisher and I were sitting outside. We'd been thrown out of Gimli's current place in Gondor, and didn't know where to go.
"Hows about, we try to find Faramir and Boromir, and no, we will not sit down and cry."
I sighed. "Sounds like a plan."
"Hey! You in the uniform!" called Trisher to a soldier.
"Yes, milady?" he said
"Could you take us to where Boromir and Faramir are, if you know, that is."
"Yes of course I can."
So we followed him around the twisting alleys and roads of Minas Tirith.
By the time it we were where Faramir and Boromir were, it was night time.
"Should I show you to your rooms?" he asked.
"Uh, no, thanks." Trisher said.
We eventually found where we supposed to be sleeping by convenient signs that said:
FARAMIR & PAIGE
And
BOROMIR & TRISHER
We were about to walk in when a thought came to me.
"Trisher, I can't go in there."
"Why not?"
"Read the sign again.
"Boromir and Trisher, Faramir and Paige."
"Okay, now think about it."
"Oh my GOD!"
"YES."
"They're going to be in there!"
"And they expect us to..."
"AHHHHHHHHH!"
"Shut up!" I told her "They'll hear us."
"What are we going to do?"
"Umm, sleep in the hallway?"
"But, the floor looks hard." Said Trisher critically
"Out here or in there."
"I hear it's better for you're back if you sleep on a hard surface."
"I thought so."
So Trisher and I lay down on the floor.
"It's better than in there."
"Definitely."
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Oh dear. Trisher will kill me when she reads this.