Trisher Nicole Married Who

By:

LiL Pippin Padfoot

Disclaimer: "Paige do not try to force your hippie ways on our Grandmother." - Travis after I told Grandma meat was murder, and that we should respect the earth, of course, it was hypocritical, considering I was eating a taco.

Chapter 41

One of These Things Ain't Like The Others, One of the Things, Don't Belong...

Trisher followed me, stepping on my heels, I spun around.

"Would you quit?" I asked angrily

She just smiled.

"I should so flip you the bird right now."

"Oh yeah? Then I'd call you Austin. Better yet, I'd call you Mrs. Birdie, instead of Mr. Birdie."

"Not cool." I said "Not cool." I stopped

"Allrighty, here's your post." I said "Stand over there in the shadows, in case we are found out, you won't be. Now, what do you do if we get caught, or you get found out?" I asked

Trisher sighed "I pretend I can't understand what they're saying, and demand a translater."

"Good job. Now, go." I pointed to the shadow, and Trisher dragged herself over there.

"Thank you. Now, if some one is coming after us, wait, can you whistle?"

Trisher shook her head.

"Ummm, hoot like an owl."

"How does an owl hoot?"

"I don't know, just go Hoot Hoot. Not complicated. Try it."

"Hoot. Hoot."

"Not very convincing..."

"HOOT HOOT!"

"Much better, much better." I clapped my hands.

As soon as Faramir, Boromir, and I were out of earshot of Trisher I told them the plan.

"Okay, you two go distract the guards, but do NOT cause a lot of attention, just talk to them, or whatever.

Don't like make them call out Aragorn, or god knows Eowyn or Arwen. Got it? I'm going in, talk to Aragorn, steal the papers, and then go outside, I'll whistle when I'm leaving, and that'll be your cue to leave."

They both nodded. I nodded back, then put my fist out, Faramir understood it, and hit it, then elbowed Boromir, and Boromir followed suit. "What was the point of that?" he asked

"It sort of seals the deal." I explained. We walked into the hallway.

"Okay, go!" Boromir and Faramir

I heard them talking loudly with the guards, I made my move, and slipped into Aragorn's study, office, whatever.

For a moment, I didn't think anyone was in there, that made my job a whole lot easier. I began to casually glance at the papers, apparently, while I wasn't paying attention, Boromir has very distinctive handwriting, so the papers I was looking for looked different from the others.

I began humming 'One of These Things Ain't Like The Other', when my thoughts and paper shuffling was disterbed.

"What are you doing?" Aragorn appeared out of no where, literaly.

I giggled nervously. "Looking for you!" I said, 'Slick,' I thought 'Real Slick.'

He grinned, I guess he thought it was funny.

"Yes, I do have quite a few papers." he said, rearanging a pile.

There! On top, was very bold, block like handwriting, which stood out among the other lightly flowing script of the other papers.

I tried not to look surprised, first, you have to chill. But I was get such a rush when I'm stealing something, I swear, it's not a bad habit! I just do it to see surprised looks on my family members and Trisher. And once on MeLisa.

I flicked my ponytail. "So," he said, picking up the pile of papers, and putting them in a drawere, I winced as he shut the drawer.

'Buh-bye!' I thought 'No, don't give up!'

"What do you need?"

Oops, I needed a reason. There's one!

"I want to know about some one." Thank God for TrisherNicole!

"Who?"

"Faramir. Does he have any, uh, criminal records?" I said, hoping that he would have to go back and get something, and I could get in the drawer and get some papers.

"I really don't know." said Aragorn, baffled by this question. "He seems like a nice guy." he said

"I know, but I seem like a nice person, but I have black marks on permanent record miles long. And everbody has a wild streak, right?" I said

Aragorn shrugged "I suppose."

I bobbed my head. 'C'mon! Leave! Go look for some papers or something!' I shouted silently in my head.

Aragorn shrugged "I think maybe you should ask Boromir."

My head dropped down, he was never going to leave. "Boromir doesn't really like me." I said

Aragorn sat down in his chair, and leaned back "Doesn't he now?" he thought aloud.

I rolled my eyes. "No, he doesn't. That's why I came to you, the King, of Gondor. You're not some Steward." I said

I got to flatter Aragorn, and insult Boromir, talk about killing two birds with one stone!

Aragorn smiled and I was resolved to continue to flatter him.

"You know, you are most likely the best King I have ever met?"

That wasn't a lie, I had never met a King before.

"You must be joking..."

"No! I met Eomer, but he was rather drunk, so I don't want to go into that."

Aragorn nodded his head.
Just then, several loud bumps came from the hallway.

Aragorn sat up, and ran to the doorway, then into the hall.

I sprung at the chance, wrentching the drawer open, I grabbed all the papers (there was only like 4 or 5), folded them up, and put them in my back pocket. If you looked they sort of stuck out, but any man that looked there, was going to get a black eye or worse. I shut the drawer, then ran out into the hallway.

There in the hallway, Faramir was standing over one of the guards, with his fist out.

"You want to say that again?" he asked

Boromir was kicking the other one, and was saying just about the same thing, except it was more like this:

"Say.(kick) That. (kick) Again. (kick)."

I walked out into the hallway, and gave a loud whistle, and jerked my head, and started running.

Aragorn stood there, totaly unsure of what was going on, and Boromir and Faramir followed me.

When we got to the entrance way, I heard Trisher give a half-hearted "Hoot. Hoot."

"Holy ," I said as I ran out into the entrance way, and ran into the shadow, colliding with Trisher

"What the hell?" I asked "No one's here!"

"I was practicing." said Trisher "Seems like I did a good job."

"Let's go." said Faramir "Aragorn will come to his senses soon enough."

I snorted, I highly doubted that.

But nonetheless, we left, and raced back to Boromir's office thing.

As soon as we got back, I pulled the papers out, I figured I had stole them, so I had a right to look at them.

My jaw dopped. Then I bit my tongue, rolled my eyes, sighed. Counted to ten, then yelled.

"BOROMIR!"

I hate Lent. I eat Mac and Cheese every Friday, or PB and J, or occasionaly tuna, cuz fish is murder.

"You're not a vegetarian!"

"Well, I wake up every morning wanting to be, but by lunch, I'm a goner. Except on Fridays in Lent, then I am forced to be a vegetarian."

- Me and my Dad on me being a vegetarian.