Trisher Nicole Married Who

By:

LiL Pippin Padfoot

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Disclaimer: "I married a moose. We don't need counseling." – Eric

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Chapter 81

Good Riddance

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They took us deep into the heart of the forest, where we met Ghân-buri-Ghân, and what an awesome guy he was. He was like a hippy/green peace/ Lorax dude. My type of guy, very cool.

"So," I said. "Since Trisher had to go screw everything up and marry Boromir, we need to, ahem, get rid of Boromir."

"And what do the people of Drudan care about the affairs of the outside world." He was a bit naïve too. That's cool. Easier to trick him. I mean, really, who in their right mind wanted Boromir, for god's sake?

"Look," said Trisher. "You take Boromir; no one ever bothers you again."

"That is what King Théoden say." He said, crossing his arms. "But who is sitting here now?" Oh, snap, he got us there. I looked at Trisher, mentally sending S.O.S signals.

"Well," said Trisher "We came here to look for you, that's why we're here."

"And those men?"

"They are idiot stalkers, are husbands make follow us." I answered, then I leaned forward, and motioned for him to do the same, when he did, I began whispering. "If you wouldn't mind, after we leave, detain them for a couple of days. I mean, give me and Trisher a break, you know?" he nodded.

"I understand." He said. "I suppose this 'Boromir' he do good work?"

"All brawn!" I said, leaving out the 'no brains' part.

Ghân-buri-Ghân, stroked his little goatee thing, thinking.

"So do we have a deal?" I asked. Ghân-buri-Ghân spat on the ground, Trisher and I looked at each other, than spat on the ground as well. We were finally starting to get things back to normal.

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So that's how Trisher and I ended up walking out of Drudan Forest, with our horses and without our guards.

"We sooo rock." I said. As Trisher and I rode back to Gondor, we were celebrating the loss of our guards.

"We really do." Replied Trisher. "But I feel sorta bad. I mean, they could've had families are something."

"Yeah…" I said slowly "But the Woses will let 'em leave eventually."

"I guess." Said Trisher. "How are they going to get Boromir?"

"Dunno, don't care." I said. "I suggested to lure him, like a cult. He said he'd do it there way. Whatever that means." I shrugged. I really didn't care.

"So help me, Paige Marissa, if he gets hurt!" Trisher said

"Oh god, Trish, they aren't barbarians." I said. "Even though they do smell." Trisher just sighed. I mean, what did she think the Woses were gonna do to him? We didn't have anything to worry about, right? Right?

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TRISHER! I got our next Mary Sue. The Outsiders. Huh? Huh? We take on the Greasy Gang, and the Socies. Huh? Well, I'm gonna do it, and you are comin with me.