Trisher Nicole Married WHO

By:

LiL Pippin Padfoot

Disclaimer: Don't own it. Well, I own the plot. I think. Oh well, I'm just bored.

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Chapter 10

On You're Own

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So, we hung out in the kitchen place all night.

"Amazing." Said Trisher

"What?"

"The fact that you complained that I woke you up, and now, you've stayed up all night."

"Must be jet lag or something."

"Do you get jag lag if you like wind up in a different world?"

"They must have."

"But, my watch is right."

"I dunno then."

We sat in silence some more.

"Hey, look, it's dawn."

"I hope they didn't send out a search party or something."

"Do you think they noticed?"

"Maybe."

"Well, let's go to the library."

Funny, the library seems to help a lot, especially in Middle Earth.

"You know, this could be a good hide out."

"Yeah." I agreed.

"Okay so let's make a plan…"

"Wait."

"What?"

"What was in that email you sent me?"

"Don't remember, okay, so we have to find Aragorn, too…"

"Look in your pockets."

"What?"

"Just do it."

Trisher pulled a piece of paper out of her pocket.

"I don't remember printing out a copy of this email."

"Lemme see it."

Trisher handed it to me.

It read:

TO: ladydernhelm

From: TrisherNicole

Subject: Re: OMG

Message:

THAT PICTURE WAS SO FUNNY.

You're right, I will torture you with it. !

But, you're forgiven. Just so'long as you never mention Forsyth, the Saxophone, Sean Bean, or Boromir again.

Agreed?

Otherwise, I might just have to send you and Faramir back to Middle Earth.

: P

Cya

Trisher Nicole

Previous Message

To: TrisherNicole

From: ladydernhelm

Subject: OMG

Message:

YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS PICTURE!!

I'll die when you see it though, you'll use it to torture Faramir and I 4 ever.

But, because I sent this will you forgive me?

PLEASE!!!

(don't worry, the attachment isn't a virus, that's where the pic is.

- Paige

"Well, that doesn't help much does it?" said Trisher

"No, not really." I wadded it up and threw it over my shoulder.

"Wait a sec!" I ran over and picked it up.

I scanned the email again

"There." I pointed to a particular passage.

"No, freaking way. That can't happen. It was just a joke. I mean it."

We were referring to: 'Otherwise, I might just have to send you and Faramir back to Middle Earth.'

"Well, I got myself outta here last time. So it's your turn to get us both out."

"But…"

"Your turn. I am going to take a nap." And sprawling out on one of the very nice couches in the library, I left Trisher all alone.