Trisher Nicole Married WHO
By:
LiL Pippin Padfoot
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Disclaimer: In the great words of Trisher Nicole: 'Update soon! I love it when Boromir and Faramir are mad at you!'
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Chapter 18
To Coincidental
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"So where are they?" asked Trisher
"You think I know?"
"You should, he's your husband."
"Well, one of them is yours."
"Sorry."
We had just found out that Boromir and Faramir were, gone presumed missing.
"I bet the blondes did it."
"WILL YOU LEAVE OFF THE BLONDES?" Trisher yelled.
"Well, if they weren't against me…"
Trisher gave an aggravated sigh "Well, if they are gone, they can't find the drawing, and they can't get mad."
"True."
"What should we do?"
"Why are you asking me? It's your turn, pick something." I said, in a bored voice
"How about, we look for them?"
"Sounds cool."
"So, if I were the Steward and a Prince, where would I go? Oh, I also most likely have a hangover."
"Houses of Healing?"
"Let's go."
We eventually navigated ourselves there.
The Head Herb Dude was there.
"Can I help you?" he asked, eyeing me suspiciously
"Yes, did a Steward and a Prince come in here?"
"Yes," he said
"Have they had any visitors?" I asked
"No…"
"Good, don't let there be any. Okay?"
"If you say so…"
"I do say so, thank you!"
Trisher and I walk out.
"What was that all about?" asked Trisher "I don't think he likes you."
"We've met." I said grimly "And if they don't have any visitors, they can't get the drawing."
"That was a good idea. Can this get any worse at all?"
"Well, I could have left without a hair tie."
"That's sad." Said Trisher
"What?"
"You're stuck in an alternate reality, married to a Prince, and the biggest problem you could have, was FORGETTING A HAIR TIE."
"Yes, well, if your hair was like mine, you'd keep a hair tie on you all the time too."
"I noticed that you don't have your black one, quit mourning?"
I sighed, "No, I lost it again."
"Oh, that sucks."
"Yes, I need to clean my room, and find it."
"That's nice."
We kept walking.
"Maybe we should try to find the drawing?" I suggested "And where's the notebook?"
Trisher froze.
"Who ever has it, could bring you down, big time."
"I know!"
"Okay, the notebook is probably where we got in a fight, I think Boromir dropped it."
We went to the hallway outside of Boromir's study.
"It's not here!" I said
"Don't worry. We'll find it; maybe it's in the study."
We walked into Boromir's study.
"Jeez, you and Boromir have the same cleaning techniques." I commented.
"Shuttup, I could not help you, you know."
"What ever."
Trisher looked through the stuff on the desk, and I looked on the shelves.
I found something, that made me stop.
"Paige? I don't think it's here. Paige? What's that?"
"This," I said "Would be my old journal."
"Oh my god."
"I don't think anyone noticed this. I wonder who's chucking this stuff into Middle Earth. Whoever it is is as bad as Canadians are about dumping trash into Michigan."
"Is there anything, incriminating in there?"
I flipped through it.
"I love Orlando Bloom, written every other page, but this is my boring one, just about my boring life."
"If this wasn't coincidental, I'd say some one is trying to bring you down."
I sighed "Well, this is my pre-you, post-being dumped, so no worries, just me being really angsty, you know, about them. And oh yes," I flipped to a certain page "Here are some death threats to the you-know-who's, and some really angsty poetry, and some ways I would like to kill them and torture them, and on the next page, is every single secret they ever said."
"Wow, you go all out when you're mad, don't you?"
"I have a bad temper, but I bottle it up."
"I see. So, where can we keep this? I mean the Orlando Bloom thing, is a bit bad, but other than that, I still think no one should find this."
I slammed the notebook shut.
"I think I know where."
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Note on the black hair tie: The day I found out that Orlando Bloom was engaged, I found the only black piece of jewelry I own, a black hair tie, and I wore it around my wrist, as I was in mourning, also in mourning for Charlie, from Lost. There was another reason, but I forgot it.
MERRY CHRISTMAS