Trisher Nicole Married Who
By:
LiL Pippin Padfoot
Disclaimer: Sorry, the updates are slow. I'm back to school, and I won't have much time until Homecoming is over, and even then…Student Council is always busy on something. But I'll try really hard. Okay?
Chapter 77
Short Furry People
I had explained to Trisher who we were going to see. She didn't quite understand at first.
"Who the hell are you talking about?" she asked.
"Oh, you know, those little furry men with the drums."
Trisher was thoroughly confused. "Who ARE you talking about?"
I sighed. "You know! Those little short guys? They talked to Théoden and Eomer? And then they like disappeared into the forest?"
"OHHH! Those short people." said Trisher. "You could've been more specific. And how do you expect us to get to Rohan?"
"Well, I managed to get to Gondor from Ithilien ok, so I'm sure we can make Rohan."
"And this is coming from the person who would always get us lost on Cross Country USA?"
I shrugged. "You shouldn't tell me where to go. I have trouble following directions."
"Another question." said Trisher, as we were walking along. "How do plan on explaining this to poor, pathetic, pitiful Faramir?"
"Quit calling him that! At least he's better than all brawn but no brains Boromir!"
"Ha Ha. Good one." Trisher said in a sarcastic voice.
"I really thought so. All brawn but no brains Boromir. Ya gotta admit, I'm funny."
"A complete laughing stock." said Trisher. "But really, what are you planning to tell them?"
I stopped in the middle of the street where we were walking. "Haven't quite got that far." I said, contemplating what I could do.
"Watch it!" A soldier dude yelled as Trisher pulled me out of the middle of the street.
"Watch it yourself!" I yelled back. "I'm walking here!" He stopped his horse and got off.
"Uh-oh." said Trisher. Generally that word comes before another word. Arrested.
That's right, once again, Trisher and I were locked up, and no one believed who we were. In fact, they thought we were nut-jobs.
"Hey, who are you?" one of the guard's jeered.
I hopped off the bench. "I'm Princess of Ithilien, go ask Faramir! And she's Trisher; her husband is all brawn but no brains Boromir!"
The soldiers roared. "That describes him all right!" they laughed.
"Hmph." I said, plopping back down on the bench.
"Let's see." said Trisher. "That's the 17th time you've told them, yet they still find that joke funny." I snorted. "It's because they have the mentality of Fish. We-I, have been in here so many times, I practically am a regular!" Trisher nodded. "I know, it's amazing! You think by now, they'd just call Faramir and Boromir."
"Like I said, they have the mentality of Fish."
"Hey!" I said, a suddenly awesome idea hit me.
"What?" asked Trisher.
"Obviously, Faramir and Boromir are loaded, so…I'm thinking bail, maybe?"
Trisher nodded approvingly.
Another problem: if they don't believe that you are married to Boromir and Faramir, they are definitely not going to let you take their money and use it to get out of jail.
I was thinking of a way out when it hit me.
"Woses!" I yelled. Trisher gave me another look.
"What?"
"The furry short people, they're called Woses. And that one guy I wanna talk to is
Ghân-buri-Ghân."
"Oh." Said Trisher. "I remember those guys! Didn't they like live in Drudan Forest or something?"
"Or something." I replied with a smile.
"Hey, how do you know about them?" asked one of the soldier dudes.
"Well, duh." I said. "I was kinda there!" Technically I was. Well, technically, technically, my character 'Anna' was. But really, I wrote the story.
"And I was sorta to." Said Trisher. She was not there. Liar.
I shot her a look. "Sorta." She repeated.
"Well…" said the guard. "I guess you really didn't do anything wrong. Just, watch who you're talking to nest time, ok?" He unlocked and opened the door
I didn't have a chance to respond, I was already gone.
"I mean, these graphs scream so loud even deaf people can see them!"
"Kovach...are you high?"
Gotta love Animal Science