You want me to what with who?
Sep. 19th, 2005 07:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
saifaiHad an interesting dream the other night. Was rather funny to my way of thinking...
...so there I was in the middle of Fanghorn forest. I don't know why I'm there. I know even know how I got there. All I know is that I'm nekkid (and of course have the perfect body... LOL) and I've got Rapunzel like hair. Well okay, maybe not quite *that* long. But it was at least down to my lower back.
You remember that little glade thingy that Treebeard dropped Merry and Pippin in during the extended version? A place rather like that. I'm just doing my own thing. Tai Chi exercises or Yoga or something. I don't really know.
All of a sudden I'm being watched. I look over and who should I see but Aragorn and Legolas watching me. Both of them have had their weapons out, but lowered them from lack of focus. One of them has his jaw hanging open, the other has narrowed eyes and tilted head.
I'm pretty sure there was talking there somewhere. I spoke to Legolas. He's having a hard time of trying to decide how to approach me, but finally decides that I don't belong in the forest and he's going to make sure I go with them.
I of course object and show him my nifty kung fu moves of power (and somehow managing to keep my long hair covering my most sensitive body parts). I totally kick his ass and then run screaming like a girl and run up the nearest tree only to find myself hiding behind Treebeard's ear.
Legolas thinks I'm some witch or something now, because he's of course way offended that a *girl* has just kicked his ass. He runs after me intending to take me with them by force only to be stopped by a rather large root-like foot belonging to a big talking tree by the name of Treebeard.
There's no squishing. Just threatening of squishing. Treebeard picks Aragorn and Legolas up by the scruffs of their necks (or cloaks... wouldn't want them strangled) and takes them off to meet Gandalf.
I'm starting to wonder about that point where on earth Gimli is when who should come stomping up to us huffing and puffing and grumbling about how Dwarves aren't meant to be long-distance sprinters? Gimli. He's too busy huffing and puffing to really take notice of what's going on. He takes a breather resting on his trusty axe.
Meanwhile, Treebeard sets his captives down in front of Gandalf and awaits his judgement. I adjust my hair to make sure it's still covering everything and get comfortable to watch what I'm sure is going to be yet more punishment to the two who dared to interrupt my... well, whatever the hell it is I was doing there.
I begin imaging all sorts of tortures the man and the elf could endure for threatening me, which of course is exactly why I nearly miss Gandalf's announcement that I'm to join the Fellowship. I shriek indignantly at Mr. Wizard, only to find my voice is overpowered by two men shrieking right along with me. I give them the glare of death and shriek right back at them for having dared to oppose having a woman in the Fellowship and give them the Women's Rights spiel...
...which of course is about the point that a very confused and indignant elf bellows out at the top of his lungs, "Would somebody be so kind as to tell me what in the hell is going on here?"
We all stop and stare at him blankly. Three of us blink simultaneously. Mr. Wizard coughs to cover a laugh. The three of us then take up our argument right where it left off, only this time we're yelling at the Gimli.
...and then I woke up. I feel rather sorry for poor Gimli. Didn't know what he was getting himself into.
I told hubby about the dream and all he would say as he's shaking his head is, "Little did they know that there was no possible way for them to win that argument with you. Gotta feel sorry for the poor bastards. Didn't know what they'd gotten themselves into."
I responded by throwing a pillow at him.
...so there I was in the middle of Fanghorn forest. I don't know why I'm there. I know even know how I got there. All I know is that I'm nekkid (and of course have the perfect body... LOL) and I've got Rapunzel like hair. Well okay, maybe not quite *that* long. But it was at least down to my lower back.
You remember that little glade thingy that Treebeard dropped Merry and Pippin in during the extended version? A place rather like that. I'm just doing my own thing. Tai Chi exercises or Yoga or something. I don't really know.
All of a sudden I'm being watched. I look over and who should I see but Aragorn and Legolas watching me. Both of them have had their weapons out, but lowered them from lack of focus. One of them has his jaw hanging open, the other has narrowed eyes and tilted head.
I'm pretty sure there was talking there somewhere. I spoke to Legolas. He's having a hard time of trying to decide how to approach me, but finally decides that I don't belong in the forest and he's going to make sure I go with them.
I of course object and show him my nifty kung fu moves of power (and somehow managing to keep my long hair covering my most sensitive body parts). I totally kick his ass and then run screaming like a girl and run up the nearest tree only to find myself hiding behind Treebeard's ear.
Legolas thinks I'm some witch or something now, because he's of course way offended that a *girl* has just kicked his ass. He runs after me intending to take me with them by force only to be stopped by a rather large root-like foot belonging to a big talking tree by the name of Treebeard.
There's no squishing. Just threatening of squishing. Treebeard picks Aragorn and Legolas up by the scruffs of their necks (or cloaks... wouldn't want them strangled) and takes them off to meet Gandalf.
I'm starting to wonder about that point where on earth Gimli is when who should come stomping up to us huffing and puffing and grumbling about how Dwarves aren't meant to be long-distance sprinters? Gimli. He's too busy huffing and puffing to really take notice of what's going on. He takes a breather resting on his trusty axe.
Meanwhile, Treebeard sets his captives down in front of Gandalf and awaits his judgement. I adjust my hair to make sure it's still covering everything and get comfortable to watch what I'm sure is going to be yet more punishment to the two who dared to interrupt my... well, whatever the hell it is I was doing there.
I begin imaging all sorts of tortures the man and the elf could endure for threatening me, which of course is exactly why I nearly miss Gandalf's announcement that I'm to join the Fellowship. I shriek indignantly at Mr. Wizard, only to find my voice is overpowered by two men shrieking right along with me. I give them the glare of death and shriek right back at them for having dared to oppose having a woman in the Fellowship and give them the Women's Rights spiel...
...which of course is about the point that a very confused and indignant elf bellows out at the top of his lungs, "Would somebody be so kind as to tell me what in the hell is going on here?"
We all stop and stare at him blankly. Three of us blink simultaneously. Mr. Wizard coughs to cover a laugh. The three of us then take up our argument right where it left off, only this time we're yelling at the Gimli.
...and then I woke up. I feel rather sorry for poor Gimli. Didn't know what he was getting himself into.
I told hubby about the dream and all he would say as he's shaking his head is, "Little did they know that there was no possible way for them to win that argument with you. Gotta feel sorry for the poor bastards. Didn't know what they'd gotten themselves into."
I responded by throwing a pillow at him.
