Trisher Nicole Married WHO 16
By:
LiL Pippin Padfoot
Disclaimer: Whoo-Hoo! This story turns sweet sixteen. Not really, but in a chapter sense, I meant for it to only be like 5 chapters like mine. But Trisher's special.
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Chapter 16
Plans by Trisher Nicole
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"Do you have a plan?" Trisher asked
"Me? No."
"Then what are you going to do if we find Eowyn?"
"I'll figure something out."
"You better."
"I will."
We walked all over Minas Tirith, but ended up back where we started.
"Oh, this isn't good." Said Trisher
"What isn't?" Trisher pointed in front of a bar.
She was right, this wasn't good.
There, in front of the bar, were Boromir and Faramir. Still singing.
I sighed "Should we take them back, or let them stay?"
"I don't know, I'm debating myself, I wish I had a camera, killer black-mail. Though, it would make it sweeter if you were in there."
"C'mon, this is pathetic." They were making up their own verses to the song, and they were killing it.
"Okay fine, which one should I take?"
"Uh, how bout your husband?"
"That could work. Or, you could take my husband and I take yours."
"Uh, no."
We walked over to them.
"What have you been doing?" I said
"Drinking." Said Boromir
"Obviously." stated Trisher.
"How bout we take you two home?" I asked
"That would be nice."
They attempted to stand up, and accomplished it, but Trisher and I were over our heads.
I was the taller of us, about 5'6, but Faramir and Boromir hit 6 ft, easily.
"Trisher, we may have a problem."
"Oh, dear."
"Why don't I watch them, and you go find some guys to help us."
"Okay."
Trisher returned in a few minutes with some soldiers, who got Boromir and Faramir back into their rooms.
"Thank you. Gracias." I said to the soldiers, who walked away.
Trisher turned to me "So where do we sleep tonight?"
"Away from them, they are going to have one killer hangover."
"Yea. Library?"
"Sounds good."
So Trisher and I camped out in the Library.
When we were settled in, Trisher handed me some parchment, at least I think it was, and a quill.
"What do you want me to do with this?" I poked my finger with the quill.
"How about thinking up some plans?"
"That would be nice." I said and I handed the stuff back to Trisher. "Go ahead. Knock yourself out."
"Uh, I'm not the major planner here."
I over my shoulders, and stood up, and looked around.
"Who is?"
Trisher threw the stuff at me.
"Okay! I can't come up with a plan at will, you know."
"Really? I did not know that."
"No, I just kind of think as I go. Plus there are no certain variables here."
"No what?"
"Variables."
"You lost me."
I sighed "Okay, in stupid terms, Nothing is for sure."
"Oh I see."
"Good."
"NOW GET TO WORK! I WANT TO GO HOME!"
"Sheesh" I started to think
"What if I? No, that won't work will it? Hmmm…" And I continued like that till Trisher fell asleep and I did too.
"IS THIS WHAT YOU CALL A PLAN?!"
"It's to early, yell at me later."
"Wake up!"
I opened my eyes, and Trisher waved the parchment in front of my eyes.
Oops, I forgot about that.
"Do you call this a plan?"
"Yes?"
"Okay, I can take that. You call some drawings of Orlando Bloom, David Wenham, Dominic Monaghan, all traced around with little hearts and stars, a plan?"
"Yes?"
"I could hand this over to Boromir right now." Said Trisher "And I'm sure he'll be double mad cuz of that hangover…"
"You're threatening me!"
"When did I ever quit."
"Good point, but still, I can't plan under pressure."
"Okay, so then can you promise you can get me out?"
"No, I can't promise anything."
"Why not?"
"Because I've already been here. I still say that it's your fault we're here, and you have to get us out."
"You honestly think I can?"
"I have every bit of faith in you, now let me sleep."
Trisher was quiet for a couple of minutes.
"Do you know what? I think you're right."
I sat up, wide awake.
"What? Trisher Nicole, admitting I am right!"
I jumped up and did a victory dance.
"Will you sit down? Your making a fool of yourself."
"No one's here to care."
"I care."
"Fine, now, will you say that for a tape recorder 'I, Trisher Nicole, believe Paige is right'?"
"In your dreams."
"Okay, fine, be like that."
"I have a plan."
"What?"
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