Trisher Nicole Married Who

By:

LiL Pippin Padfoot

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Disclaimer: Hee-hee. Eowyn SO deserved that.

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Chapter 57

First, Second, or Third

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I, to my disbelief, was once again in jail

I was thinking about maybe carving something in the wall, when a soldier walked up.

"You have a visitor."

"Is it Faramir? or Boromir?" I asked, cringing

"No." He responded "The Stewardess."

"Who now?"

"Me, you idiot." said Trisher as she rounded the corner.

"Oh god."

"Yes, you're in for it." said Trisher "Do you ever listen to any advice?"

"Here we go." I rolled my eyes, and the guard walked away, leaving Trisher to rant to me.

"What do I say?" she asked "Just let it go, Paige. And you say: 'Sure, Trisher' next thing I know, you're punching her. Granted, you beat her by a long shot-,"

"I did?" I said smiling.

"Yes, considering she only got in one or two punches, by the way, you're lip's bleeding, and you have a huge black eye."

"Thank you for telling me. I didn't mean to hurt her, I like Eowyn, I just hate that she feels the need to hit on Faramir."

"Oh, if anyone was hitting anyone, it was you hitting Eowyn. But she's fine, though, she has two black eyes and some bruises."

"So, why am I here?"

"Agrrivated Assault with intent to harm."

"Duh."

"What?"

"Well, it it's an agrivated assult, there obviously was intent to harm."

"I thought you never meant to hurt her?"

Well, that was true.

"All right, I didn't want to punch her." I admitted. "I just meant to sort of push her. But she pushed back, so I punched."

"Paige Marissa, you need to learn not to fight with your fists."

"You sound like my mother."

"Good, maybe I can get some sense into you."

"Even more like my mother."

"Hmph." said Trisher "Fine, I can just...leave."

"No!" I said "I'm sorry. Please, bail me out!"

"Well, that's why I'm here."

"I knew it." I said "Okay, I'll find something to throw, then you unlock the door, and we're out."

Trisher blinked "What?"

"You have a set of keys, right? That's why you're here."

"No...it's more of a...plea bargin."

"What is?" I asked suspiciously.

"They'll only let you out if you agree to it." said Trisher.

"What is it?"

"It was actually Eowyn's idea."

"Does it get any better?"

"Not really."

"Then carry on."

"Okay, well, according to Eowyn the only way she'll let you out, becuase right now, according to Gondorian law, you attacked her-,"

"For good reason."

"-, and she decides your punshiment, which the King agrees or disagrees to, and he agreed, so now you agree, or..."

"Or what? What's my other option."

"Well, there's two."

"Two? Let's here 'em."

"Trust me, Paige, go with the first one."

"Tell me, Trisher Nicole."

"Okay fine, you either rot in here, forever, or you divorce Faramir."

"FIRST CHOICE, FIRST CHOICE!"

"I thought so."

"What is it?"

"Let's wait until you can't re-think it."

&An Hour Later&

Trisher Nicole was considerably happier, now that I was free.

I on the other hand, felt as if I were right back in prison.

I'll give one thing to Eowyn, she's smart. Oh yes, evil and coniving smart, but smart nonetheless.

Her punishment?

Princess Lessons.

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