Trisher Nicole Married Who

By:

LiL Pippin Padfoot

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Disclaimer: Sorry, but I nearly died. (cough TRISHER cough) anyway, here you go!

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Chapter 82

That Adventures of St. Jimmy and Whatsername!

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"So," I said, as Trisher and headed out of the Drudan forest, "Where do you wanna go?"

"What do you mean?" Trisher asked, stopping her horse. I noticed that that was about the only thing she could do on her horse. Stop.

"I mean, that we can go to Rohan, like we said, or we could just go back to Gondor."

"Meh." Said Trisher. "Let's just go back. Didn't we have like a job or something at one point?"

I shrugged and laughed. "Who knows anymore?" I said, making Trisher laugh. I urged Aracaran on, and we started back for Gondor.

We got really bored, and reminiscent of my former War of the Ring Mary-sue days, I began singing Greenday, and Trisher joined in.

"Hey," I said, as we took a break from "St. Jimmy". "Do you remember our joke names?"

"Sure do, St. Jimmy!" said Trisher.

"I resent ever saying that, Whatsername." I replied. "You should call me Rebel. Because I'm an '09 Rebel!" I cheered.

"I like St. Jimmy better." Said Trisher giggling. "It's my favorite song." I sighed. I was beginning to wish that I had never jokingly told Trisher I was St. Jimmy. Why, oh why must I be sooo stupid all the time? I decided to change the subject. "So, what about singing the Dirty songs?" And we proceeded to sing Dirty Song Part I & II. ( a.k.a. any Fall Out Boy Song.)

"You know," Trisher said. "This is really pointless. I laughed. "When do we ever do anything that has a point?" I asked.

"True enough." She said. "I'm hungry." I glanced around, we were just getting out of the forest and in to the plains that would lead us back to Minas Tirith.

"It's sooo far." I whined. "Where are those stupid guards? Oh, right, back there." Trisher just rolled her eyes; she was used to me talking things out to myself.

All of a sudden, there were people coming across the plains, they were going quite fast, and naturally, Trisher and I were keeping things under control.

"PEOPLE!" Trisher yelled, startling her horse, who snorted and shook it's head. I slid off my horse, and Trisher did the same. "I KNOW THERE'S PEOPLE!" I shouted back at her.

"WHAT'RE WE GONNA DO?"

"I DON'T KNOW!"

"WHY ARE YOU YELLING?"

"YOU YELLED FIRST!" Right about now, I turned around noticed that the people were approaching very quickly. And they looked mighty familiar.

"OH MY GOD!" Trisher yelled. At the point, even my -7.00 leagally blind eyes with fuzzy old contacts that hadn't been changed in over a month could recognize those two. Our dear husbands, Faramir and Boromir.

"We should hide…" I whispered slowly, turning to Trisher. "I think it's a tad late." She whispered back. I suddenly found it overwhelmingly funny that we had just been and yelling, but had reverted to whispering. Trisher and I realized we were trapped, so we had to come up with a plan.

"Hey," I said "Let's just stand over there, and see if they notice." Trisher stared at me. "That is the stupidest idea I have EVER heard." She said.

"Yeah, well, look who we're dealing with." I said, half-joking, half not.

So, Trisher and I pulled our horses off to the side, and just sort of stood around.

A few minutes later, Boromir and Faramir rode by. Right by. Didn't even notice two damsels in distress. Well, I suppose that's a good thing, if not a bit rude.

"I can't believe it worked!" Trisher said, we high-fived. "What a bunch of idiots." I said.

Apparently, I spoke to soon, because all of a sudden, we heard hoof-beats.

Faramir and Boromir emerged. "What are you doing?" asked Boromir.
"I could ask you the same thing!" I said, putting my hands on my hips. "What didn't think we could take care of ourselves?"

"No," Trisher said. "They didn't. Remember? We had guards."

"Had?" Faramir said.

"Yes, past-tense. Not any more."

"What did you do?" Boromir asked looking at me.

"Why is it always me?" I whined. Even though I knew that it was always me, they could through the blame on Trisher just a little bit.

"So it was you?" he inquired.

"What?" I said, and Trisher laughed.

"I said. 'So it was you?'." He repeated.

"Where?" I asked, And Trisher just roared. I got that little stint off an old TV show re-runs that Trisher and I watched one night.

Boromir just sighed.

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Okay, Trisher, after Outsiders, I'm thinking… Trisher and Paige take over Grey's Anatomy! Yeah, I get McDreamy, you can have McSteamy, and we can split George,