Trisher Nicole Married WHO 15
By:
LiL Pippin Padfoot
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Disclaimer: NEW AVRIL CD! So cool. Sorry, this one is a bit short.
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Chapter 15
Running
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"Why are we running?" asked Trisher breathlessly "And there better be a good reason."
Trisher was never to keen on running, and now, after she had broken leg, she hated it even more.
"Okay, we can quit I guess. I just didn't want them tagging along."
"Phwch."
"Yes, well, okay, now I have a question for you."
"What?"
"Okay, where the King is, who normally is around him?"
"A bunch of soldiers."
"No, okay, let me try something else, where Boromir and Faramir were, where were we?"
"Some where around them."
"Okay, so where King Aragorn is…."
"Queen Eowyn will be around somewhere near. Is that what you are getting at?"
"Yup."
"Paige. Are you really going to do that?"
"I have to, I guess."
Trisher gave me a sympathetic look, and patted me on the back.
"It's for the higher good."
"I know, but it really sucks."
"Amen to that. He is hot."
"But, Faramir will still be alive, Boromir has to die."
"Will Faramir become the Steward, if Boromir dies?" asked Trisher, not fazed by my remark.
"I don't know, you two didn't have any kids did you?"
Trisher hit me.
"Okay, it was just a joke, c'mon. I want to get home, I miss my computer. I haven't been on line in DAYS."
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Meanwhile, while Trisher and I were running trying to find Eowyn, Boromir and Faramir were trying to get drunk, and forget.
"Yo ho, Yo ho, a pirates life for me…" Boromir was a horrible singer, and somewhat drunk, but you could still understand his words.
"What," asked Faramir "Are you singing?"
"I don't know, Trisher and your wife were singing it in jail, before you woke up. It's a drinking song."
"Oh."
And they continued to drink.
"You know," said Faramir "They really aren't that bad."
"Your right." Said Boromir "This beer really isn't that bad, after you drink it enough."
"No! I mean our, uh, wives."
"Oh."
And then they continued to drink.
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Trisher and I were bored, and had given up.
"We really need to get a life."
"OR get out of this one."
"True."
"But in order to do that, we have to find Eowyn."
We both sighed, and then started to look again.
Sorry, really short I know. Major problem. Trisher's dad may have found the blue notebook, and read it. MAJOR DAMAGE CONTROL. MAYDAY! MAYDAY!