The Moose, the Tree, and the Irish Writer
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Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
22
Views:
1,454
Reviews:
11
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Currently Reading:
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This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
Chaoter 7
The next morning he awoke to the smell of food in the kitchen. Tabby was up apparently...and cooking. He sat up and went into the shower...a cold one.
When he got downstairs Tabby was in her blue bathrobe dancing and singing in Gaelic. He stood leaning against the counter smiling at her. God she was adorable.
She turned around and screamed when she saw him, tossing a spatula into the air. Viggo lunged forward and caught the spatulatheythey both began laughing. "You scared the hell out of me!" she screamed. Viggo just laughed.
"Sorry, didn’t intend to. You were just so cute there dancing and singing I just didn't want to interrupt." He said laughing as he handed her back the spatula.
"Hope you like scrambled eggs...I am no good with eggs...can't make an omelet to save my life so I just went for scrambled." She said smiling at him.
His hair was still damp and he had on a blue t-shirt and faded jeand and no socks. She thought...mmm now he looks better for breakfast than these damn eggs. Then she shook her head and turned back to the pan. Stop thinking like that Tabby, she thought.
"I have to go feed the horses...you wanna go with me after breakfast?" Viggo asked.
"Sure...I’d love to." She said smiling at him over eggs and toast.
Viggo grabbed a flannel shirt to throw over his t-shirt and then a light jacket.
Tabby came down later in a pair of extremely faded jeans with holes in the knees and a baggy sweatshirt that looked two sizes too big. Then Viggo realized it was one of his.
"Hey...stealing my clothes?" Viggo asked pulling on the sleeve.
"I didn't exactly have anything barn worthy other than these jeans in my luggage. It was in my closet, is it ok?" She asked and slipped on her hiking boots.
"That's ok, I forgive you this time...besides it looks better on you than it ever did me." Viggo said grabbing his gloves off the shelf by the back door. Did I really just say that? God what a cheesy line Viggo, he thought.
She just giggled and followed him out the door.
The wind was really picking up from the early front moving in from Canada, and Tabby actually had to struggle a bit against it. Viggo turned back to her. “Shit.” He muttered. She was practically being blown away. He went back to her and grabbed her hand.
"Come on...hell, Tabby, how much do you weigh girl? Am I going to have to put rocks in your pockets today?" He asked tugging her along behind him.
She lau laughed and tried to say something but the wind seemed to whip the words away.
Once inside the barn she laughed and said, "I weigh ninety eight pounds thank you very much."
"Jesus." Viggo said shaking his head. “I really am going to have to put rocks in your pockets.”
Brego and Sky were waiting patiently in their stalls; Viggo didn’t want to put them out to pasture in this weather. The two of them set to work together mucking out the stalls, and brushing the horses then feeding and watering them. Brego pressed his muzzle against Viggo's shoulder.
"Not today boy...it's too windy." He whispered.
"You do know a lot about horses." He said as he watched Tabby close the latch on Sky's stall.
"I grew up around race horses." She said shrugging her shoulders.
"So you ride huh?" He asked leaning against the wall watching her dust off her jeans.
"Aye, I made a good jockey you pointed out how little I am out there in the wind." She said smiling at him. "We better get back in the house...I am afraid my nose is quite numb." She said laughing.
He grabbed her hand and puller oer out the door with him. The wind seemed even stronger now and instead of dragging her along behind Viggo just picked her up and carried her back to the house.
Some of her copper curls had come out of the ponytail and were whipping around them as he walked. When they got onto the back steps he set her down as he leaned down to remove some leaves gathered by the back step. Tabby opened the door and went in and then he heard her scream.
When he got downstairs Tabby was in her blue bathrobe dancing and singing in Gaelic. He stood leaning against the counter smiling at her. God she was adorable.
She turned around and screamed when she saw him, tossing a spatula into the air. Viggo lunged forward and caught the spatulatheythey both began laughing. "You scared the hell out of me!" she screamed. Viggo just laughed.
"Sorry, didn’t intend to. You were just so cute there dancing and singing I just didn't want to interrupt." He said laughing as he handed her back the spatula.
"Hope you like scrambled eggs...I am no good with eggs...can't make an omelet to save my life so I just went for scrambled." She said smiling at him.
His hair was still damp and he had on a blue t-shirt and faded jeand and no socks. She thought...mmm now he looks better for breakfast than these damn eggs. Then she shook her head and turned back to the pan. Stop thinking like that Tabby, she thought.
"I have to go feed the horses...you wanna go with me after breakfast?" Viggo asked.
"Sure...I’d love to." She said smiling at him over eggs and toast.
Viggo grabbed a flannel shirt to throw over his t-shirt and then a light jacket.
Tabby came down later in a pair of extremely faded jeans with holes in the knees and a baggy sweatshirt that looked two sizes too big. Then Viggo realized it was one of his.
"Hey...stealing my clothes?" Viggo asked pulling on the sleeve.
"I didn't exactly have anything barn worthy other than these jeans in my luggage. It was in my closet, is it ok?" She asked and slipped on her hiking boots.
"That's ok, I forgive you this time...besides it looks better on you than it ever did me." Viggo said grabbing his gloves off the shelf by the back door. Did I really just say that? God what a cheesy line Viggo, he thought.
She just giggled and followed him out the door.
The wind was really picking up from the early front moving in from Canada, and Tabby actually had to struggle a bit against it. Viggo turned back to her. “Shit.” He muttered. She was practically being blown away. He went back to her and grabbed her hand.
"Come on...hell, Tabby, how much do you weigh girl? Am I going to have to put rocks in your pockets today?" He asked tugging her along behind him.
She lau laughed and tried to say something but the wind seemed to whip the words away.
Once inside the barn she laughed and said, "I weigh ninety eight pounds thank you very much."
"Jesus." Viggo said shaking his head. “I really am going to have to put rocks in your pockets.”
Brego and Sky were waiting patiently in their stalls; Viggo didn’t want to put them out to pasture in this weather. The two of them set to work together mucking out the stalls, and brushing the horses then feeding and watering them. Brego pressed his muzzle against Viggo's shoulder.
"Not today boy...it's too windy." He whispered.
"You do know a lot about horses." He said as he watched Tabby close the latch on Sky's stall.
"I grew up around race horses." She said shrugging her shoulders.
"So you ride huh?" He asked leaning against the wall watching her dust off her jeans.
"Aye, I made a good jockey you pointed out how little I am out there in the wind." She said smiling at him. "We better get back in the house...I am afraid my nose is quite numb." She said laughing.
He grabbed her hand and puller oer out the door with him. The wind seemed even stronger now and instead of dragging her along behind Viggo just picked her up and carried her back to the house.
Some of her copper curls had come out of the ponytail and were whipping around them as he walked. When they got onto the back steps he set her down as he leaned down to remove some leaves gathered by the back step. Tabby opened the door and went in and then he heard her scream.