Trisher Nicole Married Who

By:

LiL Pippin Padfoot

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Disclaimer: "Now see, isn't it better to swear when you're dying, rather than just you don't have anything better to say?" (Everyone stares at me) - During a discussion of our Lit. Book, Rifles for Watie.

As a response to one reviewer, Faramir doesn't even realize it...just read and you'll find out.

ah, but he is one...chunk of beef? Naw, he's a piece of cutie pie.

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Chapter 69

The Race

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Trisher awoke to find me sitting on the couch, newspaper in hand, reading with one leg bent beneath me.

"Goodmorning!" I said.

"Whatchyousohappybout?"

"Propaganda is so working for me."

"Where'd you get that newspaper?"

"Door."

"Huh?"

"Door. It was outside the door."

"Oh."

I continued to read, my faced completely concealed by the newspaper.

"What are you reading?"

"Mph. Pwhch. Shut up." I said.

Trisher got up from the floor, to read over my shoulder.

"Do you mind?" I asked

"No." said Trisher, but she quit reading, and sat back down.

A few minutes later I set down the paper.

"Well." I said "Well, well, well."

"What does that mean?" asked Trisher

I tossed the paper to Trisher, who tossed it back. "Don't feel like reading, summerize."
"Fine," I said. "Once this totally dude had a ring, and this dude wasn't any other dude, he was a super bad dude..."

Trisher threw a pillow at me.

"Okay, what it says is that the odds are against me, but, but, but...I am more popular."

"Who in their right mind thinks your popular?" asked Trisher.

"Apparently almost all of Gondor. But that's not the point. What time is it?"

Trisher glanced down at her watch. "Uhhh, almost noon."

"Holy Shat!" I said jumping up, glad for being dressed. I ran out the door, leaving Trisher dummbfounded.

A second later a ran back in, scooped up my Cowboy hat, and ran back out. This time, still in her pajamas, Trisher followed.

I got to the stables, where Eowyn was waiting for me. She had a horse saddled and bridled, but it wasn't Windfola, her horse.

"Something wrong with Windfola?" I asked, out of genuine concern.

"No." said Eowyn. "In a race, you do not use your own horse."

"What horse am I to use then?" I asked

"That one." Eowyn nodded her head to a huge black.

"His name is Nightshade." she said. "I hear he is rather wild." And with a laugh, she walked out.

"Uh-oh." said Trisher.

"Just...go." I said. I was mad. Why couldn't I ride my own freakin' horse? Oh well, I would not let her win.

"Fine. Where?" asked Trisher.

"Faramir and Boromir are out there." I said.

So Trisher left me alone and went to see where Faramir and Boromir where.

She found them sitting on what I guess you could call bleachers, or grandstands.

"Hey." said Trisher

"Why is there a race anyway?" asked Faramir

Trisher and Boromir blinked at him.

"And you are supposed to be the smart one." said Boromir

"Yeah, really." said Trisher. "Eowyn and Paige are racing to see who gets you!"

"Oh." said Farmir. "Cool."

Trisher and Boromir just rolled their eyes.

Then a dude came out from the barn.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the race will begin!"

I rode out into an arena of sorts. This black stallion, Nightshade, was no worse than Scooter, they were both lovable sweethearts, but because they were male stallions, they were control freaks. So I let Nightshade think that he is making decisions, when really I'm the one in control.

The racing strip was really just a dirt path, with a start and an end, it went in a circle.
It had been explained that it was one lap around, who ever was first, got Faramir, and last got nothing.

Eowyn was riding a rather spirited dun, who kept rolling his eyes. I swear it was foaming at the mouth. Figures that Eowyn would have a demonic horse.

The race would begin when we heard the whistle.

I held the reins loosely, but firmly, and leaned forward in anticipation. I could feel that Nightshade was excited, I could feel it, just in the way I could feel it's muscles twitching beneath the saddle, waiting to leap forward at the whistle.

The whistle sounded. I barley had to touch Nightshade's side, and he was off like a bullet

We took off. I didn't look around to where Eowyn was. I just focused my mind on what Nightshade was thinking. I know it's corny, the whole, the horse and I became one, but it's true. When you race, you almost feel like you are a part of the horse.

I could hear the clattering of Nightshade's and the dun's hooves. I could faintly hear the crowd shouting.

We were going around a bend in the track. I saw the dun's head pull up next to Nighshade, out of the corner of my eye. I thought silently, hoping that Nightshade could read my thoughts, or feelings.

I guess he could, because a new burst of energy seemed to erupt from within, and he leapt into the air, as if jumping over something, then kept going, faster than ever.

There.

The finish line.

I saw Nightshade barrel through the strip of cloth that had been hanging there.

We won.

Nightshade slowed his gallop into a trot, then into a walk.

I could hear the cheers of the crowd. Trisher, Faramir, and Boromir were the loudest.

I had won.

Eowyn rode up next to me. "Good job." she said. "But you won't win without a price."

And with that, she reared the dun up, which startled Nightshade, who reared in return. I wasn't read for that.I held on as tightly as I could, and Nightshade took off again in gallop, jumping and galloping, ignoring me pulling on the reins.

We were going around the track again. I leaned to the one side, thinking that he was going around the bend again, and instead, he went the other, rearing up, as my weight was shifted to the opposite side. I wasn't read y for this rear either, and I was thrown from Nightshade's back.

With a thud I met the ground, and I could feel the beat of Nightshade's hooves as he ran away.

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CLIFFIE