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Hullo, hullo! We’re making another review! Just a statement, I just scrolled through almost two months’ worth of posts to get to this because I couldn’t remember my format. Good job, self. Anyway, time to review and listen to showtunes. What are we reviewing today? Well, in case you didn’t look at the title, we’re reviewing the book Princess Academy!
Title: Princess Academy
Author: Shannon Hale
Miri lives on a mountain where, for generations, her ancestors have quarried stone and lived a simple life. Then word comes that the king’s priests have divined her small village the home of the future princess. In a year’s time, the prince himself will come and choose his bride from among the girls of the village. The king’s ministers set up an academy on the mountain, and every teenage girl must attend and learn how to become a princess.
Miri soon finds herself confronted with a harsh academy mistress, bitter competition among the girls, and her own conflicting desires to be chosen and win the heart of her childhood best friend. But when bandits seek out the academy to kidnap the future princess, Miri must rally the girls together and use a power unique to the mountain dwellers to save herself and her classmates.
Characters: Miri Larendaughter, Marda Larendaughter, Laren, Peder, Olana, Os, Prince Steffan, Britta, Katar, Liana, Bena, Gerti, Esa, Frid, Helta, the other Academy girls (too lazy to list them nor do I remember them all), Doter, Dan, Dogface, other bandits
Theme: The themes of Princess Academy are marriage, family, education, and friendship.
Overall, Princess Academy was a very good book. It was a bit sluggish in the beginning, but soon picked up. However, when the bandits came to the academy, I found the writing confusing because I am used to reading quickly during action because the pure franticness gets to me.
The characters, on the other hand, were some of the most lovable characters from anything I’d ever read. Miri was strong, intelligent, and funny. Britta was so shy and adorable it was impossible to dislike her. Katar, well, you love to hate Katar. Even Olana found her way into my heart, surprisingly enough. They were all so cute!
You’ll fall in love with Princess Academy very quickly. Being a thirteen year old, people probably thought I was too old to read this book. Well, they were wrong. No one is ever too old to read this amazing novel by Shannon Hale. How it didn’t win the Newbery it was nominated for I will never know.
Recommended for: Fantasy fans, girls, people who don’t mind reading something written for children, people who want strong female heroines.
My rating: 4/5 stars
Well, that’s all for this review! Keep watch for my next review!
Okay, so a few days ago, Imagine Dragons dropped a new song. Naturally, I’ve already spam-listened to it and memorized the first part of the song. You can listen to it here. In fact, I request that you do. Anyway, today, we’ll be analyzing the lyrics with what I think they mean!
First things first- They want to get things started off right. This is the first thing they’re saying.
I’ma say all the words inside my head- He’s going to finally speak his mind and say what he was thinking.
I’m fired up and tired of the way that things have been, oh-ooh. The way that things have been.- He’s angry because no one paid him any attention or listened to him, so he’s ready to finally speak his mind.
Second things second- this is the second part of the song.
Don’t you tell me what you think that I can be- He doesn’t want other people trying to define him. He wants to be who he is because he decided, not someone else.
I’m the one at the sail, I’m the master of my sea. The master of my sea- I’m the only one who can control myself.
I was broken from a young age- Something went wrong in his home life, so he felt broken.
Taking my soul into the masses- Okay, I’m not entirely sure here, but in my brain, it means that he is repenting from his sins.
Write down my poems for the few- No one listened to him, but for those who did, he’s writing things down.
That looked at me, shook to me, feeling me- This sort of goes hand in hand with the previous lyric. The few mentioned above are the people who finally paid attention to him.
Singing from heartache from the pain- These things went into the songs or poems that he wrote and he sort of personifies them when he sings.
Take up my message from the veins- He wants people to listen to him.
Speaking my lesson from the brain- He was speaking his mind for once in his life.
Seeing the beauty through the pain!- He can see beauty underneath a person’s exterior because you don’t know what sorts of pain they’d been through.
You made me a, you made me a believer, believer- This lyric could mean that he seeked (sook? I don’t know.) God during a time of hardship and the pain brought him closer to God.
You break me down, you build me up, believer, believer- That’s what the pain did, but it still made him into a believer.
I let the bullets fly, oh let them rain- He doesn’t care anymore if he dies. He embraces death.
My luck, my love, my God, they came from pain- The pain gave him luck, he found love during pain, and he found God during pain.
You made me a, you made me a believer, believer- Like I said, pain made him believe in God.
Third things third- The third thing he wants to say.
Send a prayer to the ones up above- He is praying to God to help him through this.
All the hate that you’ve heard has turned your spirit to a dove- Okay, so I did a bit of research here, and I noticed that people say that enduring through this has made him graceful and peaceful. So maybe this means that he is now at peace with the things in his life.
I was choking in the crowd- He wanted to get away from all the people and just be alone for a while.
Living my brain up in the cloud- His own thoughts are hurting him and bringing him down.
Falling like ashes to the ground- This could be a metaphor for his life falling around him, or his thoughts bringing him down, sending him falling like ashes to the ground.
Hoping my feelings, they would drown: He’s in a war against himself by this point. He wants to conceal his feelings from himself since his feelings are making him miserable.
But they never did, ever lived, ebbing and flowing- But he couldn’t conceal his feelings and they came and went, still making him feel bad about himself.
Inhibited, limited- His feelings limited him, keeping him from leaving his comfort zone.
Till it broke up and rained down. It rained down like- Suddenly, everything just started crumbling around him.
Last things last- This is the last thing he wants to say.
By the grace of the fire and the flames-Perhaps, just perhaps, this is talking about how God appeared to the Israelites in a pillar of fire. And this is another metaphor for finding God again.
You’re the face of the future, the blood in my veins. The blood in my veins- God gives him life and the strength to keep on moving.
[Insert “But they never did, ever lived, ebbing and flowing” here]
And that’s all of Believer by Imagine Dragons! I hope you enjoyed my song analysis and I may be doing more of these in the future!
I’m about due for this, aren’t I? I’m starting it a bit late, about five minutes into the movie. Raoul has just decided that he’s keeping the rehearsal from going on and Christine is all “Oh, he didn’t know that I existed!” That’s for the better, sweetie. Anyway, let’s get this started!
That’s for the best!
You should take pride.
Christine has skillz.
You’re in the way.
We studied Hannibal in school.
Whoop, he’s too short.
There he goes.
Note I can’t hit.
Shut up, Carlotta.
Oh dear. She’s mad.
What doggy? Why doggy?
Monsieur Reyer needs better.
“I ate my hat.”
Carlotta go home.
Reyer is so angry.
I’d retire if I was working with Carlotta.
THINK OF MEEE
Earplugs. I should get some. For Carlotta.
THERE IT GOES!
Angry screech from Meg.
Well no poop Sherlock.
You are bad at your job.
These things do happen!
I have that speech memorized.
How do you handle her, Piangi?
Sure she will.
That’s what you think.
It is his.
Box five empty.
Salary. Otherwise he can’t get groceries.
The Vicomte is rich.
DON’T RIP THAT LETTER
Reyer is dead.
It’s okay. We don’t need a Carlotta.
Christine is just like wut
THE PHANTOM DUH
His name be Erik.
She’s such a good singer!!
I can sing most of this song from memory.
Meg is proud.
Full orchestra explosion.
That is a full house. They don’t lie.
That’s a bad metaphor. The sea is changing.
Think of Me is like one of my favorites.
Meg is either proud or jelly.
Andre and Firmin are proud.
DOWN ONCE MORE THROUGH THE VENT
Aww, Phantomy friend!
Ugh. It’s a human headache.
YOU DON’T BRAVO MID SONG YOU STUPIDHEAD!
I wish she didn’t remember you.
I have immense dislike for Raoul.
Oh, I can’t sing this cadenza. Believe me, I try.
Those are some legit earrings.
Darn those high notes.
I would clap if I wasn’t typing.
Meg is proud.
Does adding an a to the end make it sound more professional.
WHAT IS THIS SCENE?
So many people.
Aww, no one saw Meg.
Andre, quit flirting.
BRAVA! BRAVA! BRAVISSIMA!
Christine, Christine, Christine.
Meg has such a great voice.
Friendship goals (until LND)
THE FREAKING PHANTOM!
Aww, baby Christine!
She was so adorable!
Not that Emmy isn’t a cinnamon roll.
Because she is.
An angel of music!
Meg is a nonbeliever.
Actually, my friend said “no, Christine, you’re so gullible, that’s not the ghost of your dead dad.”
NOW AS I SING I CAN SENSE HIM!
Christine you must have been dreaming. Stories like this can’t come true. Christine you’re talking in riddles. And it’s not like you!
Where are they going and why?
This part is hard to sing alone.
So much transitioning.
How is that a bad thing?
BUQUET YOU CREEPER!
Madame Giry is annoyed.
He is pleased. That’s good.
OOH HE GOT A GIRY DEATH GLARE!
Little Lotte aka cute but GO HOME RAOUL
Or of chocolates?
DON’T BE A NONBELIEVER STOP THINKING SHE’S GULLIBLE!
No Raoul. The angel of music is very strict.
WHY DON’T YOU LISTEN
Two minutes is not enough time to change out of that type of dress.
LOVE IS AN OPEN MIRROR!!
Insolent boy! This slave of fashion!
Honestly, this man’s voice puts me in a trance.
He’s a fluffball.
I AM THERE INSIDE!
OH MY GOSH THIS IS THE MOST MAGICAL THING!
I want the Phantom to come through my mirror.
This is so beautiful.
Get ready for the blaring.
GO AWAY RAOUL!
SHE’S DOING VENTRILOQUISM!
BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM!
The Phantom is so awesome.
You can’t hear it, but I am.
That’s a man bun.
Why does he have a horse?
My friend and I sang this together and tried to drag her Phantom-hating brother into it. He didn’t listen. But I was filling out a form and she just kneels down, offers me her hand, and goes “In sleep he sang to me” and it escalated from there.
I wanna ride the boat.
I’m not even gonna try high notes.
The same friend I talked about earlier can hit all the high notes.
So many candles…good thing there’s a lake otherwise Erik would light something on fire.
DRAMATIC CAPE FLOURISH!
So enchanting. How do people hate Gerry? I prefer Ramin, but still!
Floof! I want to hug the Phantom. He wouldn’t appreciate it, but idc.
MUSIC OF THE NIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGHHHHHTTT!
This song gives me feels. Idk why.
Christine is so happy.
AND HERE YOU HAVE A VIEW OF MY BURNING OBSESSION!
Oh that’s a mini chandelier.
So many candles.
HOW DID HE RECORD MOTN ON HIS FIRST DAY ON SET? HOW?
I can hold that note when not in awe of the Phantom’s beauty.
LEAVE ALL THOUGHTS OF THE LIFE YOU KNEW BEFORE!
WOW POWER NOTE!
The pose is so awkward…
What was the point of this? ALW, why?
That’s gonna be amusing to see live.
DON’T DO IT
WHY DID YOU THINK SHE’D APPRECIATE THAT
At least he made sure she didn’t hit the floor and die.
Why is that bed shaped like some sort of dove-swan?
The fact the doll was actually Emmy standing completely still gives me a new form of appreciation for her.
Meg don’t do it.
This scene made my friend think the Phantom ate rats. More than she already did. Long story.
Single red rose…
Much less enchanting with no candles.
No, closed captioning, that wasn’t a scream, that was a gasp.
MADAME GIRY! HERE TO SAVE HER CHILD!
Ew Joseph Buquet.
This is offensive to the Phantom.
That’s a description of Leroux-Phantom.
THAT’S A NOOSE ARE YOU TRYING TO HANG RANDOM GIRL #2?
OWN HIM MADAME GIRY!
Creepy music box.
Christine is confuzzled.
I REMEMBER THERE WAS MIST!
This is such a pretty song.
Look, the boat!
Emmy looks so pretty in that shot.
THAT IS A MAN BUN!
Whoop, rage time.
This scene made me fling my headphones when I was lip-syncing.
FIRE HAZARD, ERIK!
Stranger Than You Dreamt It is so awesome.
Think of Me?
Just hug him. He’ll feel better.
That’s what the Phandom has done. We see the man behind the monster. I do at least.
He feels so bad.
I think this gestures speaks for itself.
MEH THEY DON’T MATTER.
Seriously, how did Madame Giry live this long? Is she immortal? Because if Raoul is old and crinkly, she should probably be dead.
Why must they zoom in on his eye?
Mystery of soprano’s flight!
Gossip’s worth its weight in gold!
Have a scandal and you’re sure to have a hit!
Singing Notes by yourself is confusing.
No one was upset.
Give him his grocery money. Although he’ll just spend it on candles.
O dot G.
She left the hair products, you’ll be fine.
Written! *dirty glares from Grammar Nazis*
OH NO SHE’S BACK
BACK IN MORE PINK
CARLOTTA IS SECRETLY UMBRIDGE!
Why is there a poodle?
Far too many notes for my taste!
Amiable? Yeah, sure. Well, for you, it’s amiable.
Why does he have a mini stage? I’m on your side, buddy. But you need to NOT let Christine see that.
Those are nice envelopes.
THAT SEAL IS GOALS OKAY
O dot G.
*trying to sing this part of Notes by myself* *fails because Italian*
Miss Daae? Could you please give this to Miss Daae?
Would you not rather have your precious little ingenue?
No they don’t.
This is such a pretty song but Carlotta annoys me.
It’s also impossible by yourself.
Leading ladies are a trial.
I can’t sing this song alone.
For once Christine didn’t join.
And Les Mis says One Day More is hard.
Overture to Il Muto!
RAOUL GET OUT OF BOX FIVE
His Lordship is a laughingstock!
Shame, shame, shame.
Christine’s face though.
Random wood block guy.
Piangi, what are you wearing?
What is going on?
Erik is displeased.
POOR FOOL HE MAKES ME LAUGH!
He’s here, the Phantom of the Opera.
Your part is silent, little toad!
Perhaps it is you who are the toad.
See? Even grown women cry for their mom.
I want to be that guy if we ever perform Phantom at school.
Reyer is lost.
Oh he’s fired.
Christine is concerned.
You can run but he’ll catch you!
Bye bye Buquet.
But he did do some mean things so…
REMAIN IN YOUR SEATS MY BUTT!
We can’t go back there!
Forget this waking nightmare!
DING DONG, YOU ARE WRONG!
Oh hush, it’s not that bad.
Aww, she has the rose!
Raoul feels betrayed and rightly so. She cares more about him than you.
DING DONG YOU ARE WRONG!
He’s right there, dearie.
I like this song but ugh Raoul.
QUIT SNIFFING HER HAIR THAT MAKES ME SO UNCOMFORTABLE
GOSH IT’S PHANTOM OF THE AWKWARD ALL OVER AGAIN
NOT THE ROSE
My best friend and I once sang All I Ask of You together. It was fun. Then i tried to jump on a shelf while singing the reprise.
That’s the Phantom’s job.
THE PHANTOM ALREADY LOVES YOU EVERY WAKING MOMENT! HECK, HE LOVES YOU EVERY SLEEPING MOMENT TOO!
I feel so bad for Erik in this song. All the things Christine wants Raoul to do, he already does.
HE’S SMELLING HER HAIR AGAIN!
POOR PHANTOM AWW POOR BABY!
Push him off the edge of the roof. (No don’t)
STOP TRYING TO RECREATE THE MOTN POSE YOU CAN’T
AND YOU MAKE IT AWKWARD BY SMELLING HER HAIR
Height difference? Wow.
CUE MY BEST FRIEND THROWING THINGS ACROSS MY ROOM
YOU BROKE THE PHANTOM’S HEART
She never said I love you so there!
This is very rude of the “happy couple”
Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.
RIP my heart.
Don’t be sad!
No! See what you’ve done!
YOU BROKE HIS HEART
I MIGHT OR MIGHT NOT BE CLOSE TO CRYING
Uh oh. He’s mad.
LOOK WHAT YOU DONE DID!
Raoul will curse that day, not Christine.
Back to flashbacks.
That couple looked like Raoul and Christine! But it wasn’t.
DEEEEEAAAAAARRR ANDRE WHAT A SPLENDID PARTY! THE PROLOGUE TO A BRIGHT NEW YEAR!
Why is he a rooster?
I want to be in this scene so badly.
Why did they throw a masked ball if the Phantom wears a mask?
I love this song.
And what a masquerade!
WHAT IS WITH THE PONYTAIL?
Christine looks gorgeous though.
Please, let’s argue.
WHAT THE FRICK IS RAOUL WEARING
Oh dear. Alcohol.
The instrumental here is so pretty.
SO MUCH FOR SECRET, HUH?
My new hobby is going to be learning the Masquerade choreography.
I want an overture.
Christine is in awe of the Phantom’s awesomeness.
WHAT ARE THOSEE
Why so silent?
I once started a conversation like this.
I need to carry around a sword.
Though I think that’s a rapier.
I just realized how long it’s been since I’ve heard this edition of Why So Silent.
Raoul just kinda bailed. He sucks at this whole boyfriend thing.
RETURN TO HIM
THAT’S THE MELODY OF LEARN TO BE LONELY
He’s back with a sword.
THEY SHOULD’VE KISSED THERE
DON’T GO DOWN THERE YOU IDIOT
THIS IS WHY I DON’T LIKE YOU
YOU AIN’T TOO BRIGHT
AND YOU HATE THE PHANTOM.
Oh this scene makes me sad.
How many years?
Phantom is probably at least seven years younger than Madame Giry.
DON’T CALL HIM THE DEVIL’S CHILD!
“Is Raoul in there?”- Adanessa 2017
Aww, poor baby.
WHY DO YOU TORTURE HIM JUST FOR MONEY?
Young Madame Giry was really pretty.
Run! Run! Run!
Nice place you got there.
He is a genius.
BENEATH A MOONLESS SKYYY!
That song gives me life.
THAT’S SCARY RAOUL
AND YOU THINK THE PHANTOM WAS STALKY!
DON’T BARGE INTO GIRLS’ DORMS
To my father’s grave, please.
Not near as cool as when Legolas jumped on a horse.
See? You love him!
Is that Cesar? From the book?
Oh, this song depresses me.
This rendition of Little Lotte is sad. At least, the way they set it.
I like this better spoken rather than sung.
This song is so out of my vocal range.
This musical is an emotional rollercoaster.
Is she lost?
Or is she just walking super slow?
Why can’t the past just die?
Teach me to live!
The power in this is so moving.
Rising note I can’t hit.
WANDERING CHILD YES YES YES!
Wandering child! So lost, so helpless!
Oh, Phantom. Your voice enchants me.
Friend or Phantom? Phantom is friend.
So beautiful! So beautiful!
Game of Thrones?
THE SOUL OBEYS!
True beauty is right. *faints*
I love the Phantom’s voice.
Christine should’ve intervened.
Legit fighting skills.
Phantom vs Aragorn fight anyone? Aragorn would win.
SEE SHE CARES ABOUT HIM!
Angry Phantom. Oh dear.
The rhythm in We Have All Been Blind is so awesome.
His reign will continue.
Hup. Hup. Hup.
You good Christine?
Don’t be frightened.
Is that a bad thing?
And he would too let you go!
LIKE I SAID, THAT’S NOT A BAD THING!
I’d go with the Phantom
Alhtough, if I had to choose between going with him or going to Middle-earth, Middle-earth all the way.
He’s stealing your woman.
I love Twisted Every Way, honestly.
No. You can’t.
He probably feels bad for killing.
HE DOESN’T MURDER ALL THAT’S GOOD.
My friend and I sing this in math and get dirty looks from our teacher who hates Phantom.
If you smell her hair again I will personally hurt you.
PRIMA DONNA MELODY!
Me every day “Let my opera begin!”
Don Juan time!
GET. OUT. OF. BOX. FIVE.
This song concerns me.
The costumes are gorgeous though.
I watched this with my dad and it was strange.
LEESE IS CONCERNED.
This is one of those songs I never sing aloud.
Meg’s costume is the best.
Piangi, what are you wearing?
CHRISTINE YOU LOOK GORGEOUS HUNNY
No thoughts within her head but thoughts of joy! No dreams within her heart but dreams of love!
What does Passarino mean?
THIS SONG IS SO AWESOME BUT CONCERNS ME
Christine is just kinda “Oh dear.”
She looks happy though.
Maybe it’s because she doesn’t have to perform this song with Piangi anymore.
That would be weird.
WHAT IS WITH THE CAPE FLOURISHES.
Past the point of no return!
Ramin’s version of this song is so good.
I used to be concerned by this song. Still am. But less so.
The fact Erik wrote this thinking of Christine concerns me.
Raoul is disgusted.
If she didn’t want to perform, she could’ve left.
Raoul is angry.
This line concerns my friend.
“She loves Raoul rite”
^^Legit exchange. I said that’s debatable.
CHRISTINE YOU ARE ONLY SIXTEEN-ISH.
YOU SHOULD’NT HAVE THESE THOUGHTS.
He shed the cape.
THE BRIDGE IS CROSSED SO STAND AND WATCH IT BURN!
We brought the pose back. Oh dear.
Raoul is angry again.
Oh this part makes me sad. It’s how he changes the lyrics to want rather than need. Because no one hsa ever wanted him there.
She looks so happy.
HE’S ANGRY NOW.
She still loves you, Erik.
Bye bye chandelier.
And it was such a nice chandelier too.
Ruined? Very much so.
DON’T SEND HER BACK INTO THE BUILDING.
I sing this while going down staircases.
It’s not THAT bad.
He is such a sad soul.
Bye, Madame Giry.
How will this work onstage?
He’s gonna drown.
Jk I don’t want him dead…just to leave Christine alone.
Did she willingly put on the dress?
There is no poison. She loves you.
Aww, poor fluffball.
there went my heart.
I love how he says this line.
So does he!
He loves her too!
YEAH! YOUR SINS!
This is concerning.
That’s a bit of overkill with all those ropes.
THIS IS THE POINT OF NO RETURN!
This is just acting. Sheloves him really.
Raoul seems so selfish here.
He’s all “Oh, I failed!”
SEND HIM TO HIS GRAVE!
She ain’t lying.
Sheer power is needed to sing this.
You didn’t fight THAT hard.
You didn’t even shoot when you had the chance.
WELL DON’T DO DAT!
That face though.
YESSSS THIS SCENE!
you’re ruinging your dress.
He’s in shock.
See Erik? She loves you!
STUPID ANGRY MOB RUINING MY MOMENT!
She should’ve come back and stayed.
DON’T LEAVE HIM!
Why do those torches look like flaming marshmallows.
OTP- oh, the pain.
*rips out heart*
*throws heart on ground*
*stomps on heart*
Christine, I love you! *heart falls into the abyss*
My friend and I mistook Christine for the doll. We freaked at midnight.
WHY DID YOU GIVE THE RING BACK.
Plot twist: That ring morphs into the One Ring.
YOU COULD’VE WAITED UNTIL YOU WERE OUT OF EARSHOT TO SING!
You still have time. jump off the boat and go back to him.
IT’S OVER NOW THE MUSIC OF THE NIGHT!
*smashes bathroom mirror*
So many years of bad luck *shudders*
That would’ve been cool in 3D.
Meg? Meg? Meg?
Sorry I rather like Meg.
This scene makes me depressed.
THAT IS LEARN TO BE LONELY PLAYING
They made it look like she lived a long life, but no.
THE ROSE IS THE ONE SPECK OF COLOR
THIS IS HOW TO MAKE ME CRY
AND THE CANDLE BLEW OUT.
and look at that, it’s over.
I hope you enjoyed my live blogging of Phantom! now off to get Sims custom content and then make a LOTR family. Why? Because it’s a free country.
So, a few days ago, I watched Love Never Dies. And I had no idea why everyone hates it so much! The music is enchanting, Gustave is a cinnamon roll, and the plot was surprisingly good. It exceeded my expectations, which were pretty high because one of my closest friends is constantly raving about it.
I watched the Australian performance, and I thought the acting and singing was very good, other than Anna O’Byrne’s facial expressions being a little awkward. Ben Lewis was amazing, as was Simon Gleeson.
So why does everyone hate it?
I am watching Phantom for the second time in two nights. Why? Because I can. And it’s a good movie. I’m currently at Stranger Than You Dreamt It.
Essentially it ended up as:
Me: Leese, should you really watch Phantom again? You just watched it last night!
Me to Me: You are a phangirl and the Phantom has stolen your heart and soul. Turn it on.
Me: Okay then!
And here we are now.
Christmases spent in the Opera House were less than ideal, though made better by the presence of one Miss Christine Daae, Erik decided. Of course, the cheerful young woman was off gift shopping for the aforementioned Christmas holiday. Erik, on the other hand, hadn’t a clue what to get the beautiful Christine. In his opinion, nothing was good enough for her.
This little monologue was interrupted by Christine herself returning the cellars of the Opera Populaire laden with shopping bags. “Christine, love, can’t I help you with those?” Erik asked, scurrying over to her.
She threw her coat over the bags, blushing a bright crimson. “Erik, no! Some of these gifts are for you!” she yelped. “Speaking of gifts,” she began slyly, “What all have you gotten me?”
Erik froze. He wasn’t expecting this. “What do you want, mon cher?” he asked, trying not to reveal that he had nothing yet. To make things worse, the next day was the twentieth. Erik had six days to find perfect gifts for the love of his life.
“Hmm…,” Christine thought for a bit. “I’m not sure. Something I’d like. Now, I’m off to wrap gifts in the studio. Don’t think of coming in there!” She giggled and walked off, dark curls swaying enchantingly.
Erik watched her go and waited until he heard her angelic voice float from the little studio before he resumed thinking, his love’s voice providing a soundtrack to his mind. “Oh, what could I possibly get her?” he moaned. “There’s simply nothing worthy of Christine Daae!”
He heard the soft singing still echoing from the studio, gentle notes of “Think of me, think of me fondly, when we’ve said goodbye!” This made him consider upgrading the studio for her, but who would do business with Erik, the Phantom of the Opera? No one.
Nothing worked. He brainstormed for hours until Christine came back out of the studio, a bit of ribbon in her hair. “Did you get everything wrapped?” Erik asked, putting his arm around Christine. She nestled into him and nodded.
Then her eyes lit up and she tilted her head to look up at him. “Oh, I almost forgot!”
“Oh dear. What now, angel?”
“I invited a young couple to stay with us!”
Erik sighed. “Christine, why would you do such a thing? You know I-”
“I know, I know. You don’t like socializing. But they’re lost, Erik, and it’s Christmas! Please,” she begged, giving her lover the puppy-dog eyes.
“Oh, I guess,” Erik said grudgingly.
“Yay! They’re from a country called Middle-earth and their names are Eowyn and Faramir. I’ll go to them tomorrow,” Christine giggled. “I love you so much.”
“Well, Mademoiselle Daae, if you love me, then tell me what you want for Christmas,” Erik said, raising an eyebrow.
Christine’s eyes widened. “Nothing, Erik. I have enough already.”
“It’s Christmas, Christine. I must get you something.”
“I don’t want anything.” With that, Christine walked off. “I’m going to bed,” she announced.
Erik tried to chase after her, but knew not to mess with her when she was exasperated. He just flopped down at the organ and began work on a new piece. Perhaps this could be Christine’s gift. But it wasn’t good enough. Nothing was.
Morning came all too soon, and Erik found himself dreading the visits from Christine’s guests.
“Hey, Erik?” Christine said as she cooked eggs, toast, and pancakes.
“I had another idea.” She turned to look at him, eyes glittering.
“While I go pick up Eowyn and Faramir, you can go gift shopping!” She clapped her hands cheerfully, knowing that her idea was genius.
Erik rolled his eyes. “I guess,” he groaned. “But I’ll need more time than what you’ll spend picking them up.”
Christine giggled. “Then I’ll take them for coffee or something! Now go get ready, lazybones!” She bounded off, abandoning breakfast in the process. “We’ll get food later!”
Erik sighed and walked off to get ready to go. He knew not to argue with Christine when her heart was set on something. He slipped on his white half-mask, something he hardly wore around the house anymore.
“Christine, I’m ready to go!” he called, walking into the bathroom where the young woman was brushing her dark curls, wearing a bathrobe.
She turned to look at him. “Well, I’m not, so go find something else to do,” she told him, standing up and kissing him. “Now go. I’ll be out soon.”
Erik sighed. “Can’t I stay here? I love watching you work at things, angel.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I guess. But no telling me off for wearing makeup. I don’t need that right now.” She pursed her lips and looked up at him.
He held his hands up. “Okay, okay, I won’t! I promise.” He kissed her forehead. “Love you.”
“Mmhmm. Sure you do,” she teased. With that, she sat back down and resumed brushing her hair.
True to his word, Erik stayed quiet as the gorgeous soprano went about her business. Many times, he wanted to speak up, but he didn’t.
Finally, Christine ran a final brush over her face. She stood up, wiped her hands together, and turned to face Erik. “Done,” she stated.
With that, they set out to pick up Eowyn and Faramir.
Christine took a deep breath and looked up at the tall Parisian hotel. Without another thought, she strode inside.
“Can I help you?” the receptionist asked, sounding extremely bored.
“Yes. I’m here to see Eowyn and Faramir.”
The receptionist pointed over to the chic hotel’s lounge area. Christine thanked her and hurried over.
Immediately she spotted a handsome young man with his arm around a lovely blonde woman, who had her head resting on her husband’s shoulder.
“Eowyn! Faramir!” Christine cried. The couple looked up.
“Christine!” Eowyn said, running toward the other woman. “What did Erik say?”
“You guys are free to stay as long as you’d like!” She grinned.
“But milady, I don’t want to intrude,” Faramir replied. “It is Christmas, after all.”
Christine giggled. “You’re our guests!” she responded. “Now come on! We’ve got to get going!”
“Where to?” Eowyn asked.
“There’s this nice café down the street we’re going to while Erik goes Christmas shopping. We’re meeting back up at three.”
Everyone nodded and they set off toward Café Dimanche, which was but five doors down. They then entered the café and ordered their drinks: hot chocolate for Christine, black coffee for Faramir, and a latte for Eowyn.
The trio found a table to sit at while they drank their drinks. The barista had also given each of them a free tart, seeing as it was their first visit to Café Dimanche.
“So, what brings you to Paris?” Christine asked, voice slightly amplified by the cocoa mug pressed against her lips. “And on Christmas nonetheless.”
“Well, Eowyn had always wanted to see Paris in the winter. She thought it’d be the most gorgeous thing ever. So, as her Christmas gift, I planned a little Parisian retreat, full of dinners, shopping, sightseeing, everything. Of course, I forgot to book a hotel or get directions, so we got lost. Without you, Miss Daae, we would’ve frozen. Thank you,” Faramir said.
“Oh, that’s so romantic!” Christine sighed, burying her face in her mug again. “I wish Erik would do such a thing for me.” She said this last part so quietly it was barely audible.
“Oh, Christine,” Eowyn whispered.
“But let’s not think about that right now. How would you two like to come to tonight’s performance of Don Juan Triumphant?” Christine asked, her gaze softening. “I’m sure Erik would even allow you to sit in Box Five, seeing as he’s performing and you’re our personal guests.”
Eowyn’s eyes lit up. “Of course! Oh please, Faramir, can’t we go?” She looked up at him, perfectly executing the puppy-dog eyes Christine thought herself a master of.
He chuckled and smiled gently at her. “I guess. But only because I know you’ll be upset if we don’t go, and I hate to see you upset, love,” Faramir said, wrapping his arms around her.
“Yay!” Eowyn let out a girlish giggle, then covered her mouth. “Did that sound come out of my mouth?” she gasped, hiding her red cheeks behind her latte cup.
Everyone died laughing and she hid her face in Faramir’s shoulder, mortified. “Eowyn, don’t be embarrassed. Everyone needs to let their hair down every so often.”
“But I’m a shieldmaiden of Rohan! We do not giggle,” she spat contemptuously.
Everyone rolled her eyes at her, and Christine stifled a laugh. “Eowyn, you’ll be fine. No one minds if you girl out a little bit.”
They remained in Café Dimanche for a while longer before meeting up with Erik at three.
The rest of the day passed uneventfully until the opera at seven.
Eowyn slid into her Box Five seat next to Faramir with a huge smile on her face. She was wearing her favorite brown and white dress again and no makeup (of course).
“Wow,” Faramir gasped, “you look gorgeous, love!”
Eowyn blushed. “Thanks,” she murmured, hiding her face.
The opera began with a wonderful, if not odd, opening number. Don Juan himself, played by none other than the Phantom, also made an appearance.
“Don Juan triumphs once again!” the chorus sang as the Phantom began to sing.
The riveting number continued until the spotlight fell on Christine, who sang a few hauntingly beautiful notes. “No thoughts within her head but thoughts of joy. No dreams within her heart but dreams of love!”
After Miss Daae sang and the house exploded into cheers, Faramir stole a glance at his wife, who looked angelic in the dim light of the Opera Populaire. He sighed. How was he so lucky to have her? he wondered as Eowyn continued watching raptly as the Phantom began the next song.
Eowyn then turned toward him and smiled softly. “Love you,” she whispered.
“Love you too,” Faramir said as his arm wrapped around her.
“Now hush and watch the opera.” Eowyn turned away again and focused her attention on the stage.
“Past the point of no return, no turning back now!” Christine sang.
“Wow,” Eowyn breathed, almost inaudibly. “I wish I sang that well.”
Faramir went to reply, but his wife’s attention was once again focused on the story unfolding on the stage.
The opera continued until the end with no chandelier crashes, kidnappings, unexpected events, or anything of the sort. Then the meet and greet began.
Eowyn rushed out to where Christine and the Phantom were standing and greeting the audience, smiling and answering questions. Or rather, Christine was. Phantom, on the other hand, looked absolutely miserable. He kept asking Christine when they’d be done, dodging questions, and not smiling.
“Erik, smile! People will find you unapproachable,” Christine scolded.
“Love, I don’t want to be approached.” He fiddled with his mask. Christine rolled her eyes. She then saw Eowyn and Faramir.
“Hi! Come over here!” Christine shouted. The young couple obliged. “How’d you like it?”
“You two were amazing! Especially in The Point of No Return. The chemistry was so real!” Eowyn yelped, ecstatic.
The Phantom couldn’t help but smile. “I wrote it specifically for my darling Christine. Aminta was created for her.”
Christine blushed and Faramir said, “I wish I could compose. Eowyn would have an opera for her as well.”
“Faramir, I don’t need an opera,” Eowyn scowled. “Besides, I don’t sing. At least, not very well anyway.”
They continued talking even as they returned to the cellars. There, the Phantom and Christine promptly retired, exhausted from performing.
Eowyn and Faramir, on the other hand, stayed in the parlor and talked.
“I’m sorry we’re stuck here, Eowyn. I should’ve prepared better,” Faramir sighed. “I failed you.”
“Oh, Faramir! You didn’t fail me. And you never could. Without this, we wouldn’t have such amazing friends in Phantom and Christine.”
“Aragorn wouldn’t have done this. He’d have been prepared.” Faramir looked down at his feet. “I’m never going to be as good as him.”
“When will you understand that I love you more than I ever ‘loved’ Aragorn? You’re a better match for me, you care for me, and most of all, you love me. You mean the world to me, Faramir.”
He kissed her forehead. “And you mean the world to me. I’m sorry for doubting you, love. I love you with every fiber in my body,” he said.
Eowyn snuggled against him. “I love you too,” she said, burying her face in his chest.
They fell asleep like that, curled on the parlor couch, snuggled against each other. Everything was perfect.
The first light of December twenty-first shone down into the opera house, stirring the residents awake.
Christine was the first one up and she immediately bounded to the kitchen to make breakfast as quietly as she could.
Eowyn was the next to awaken. She slipped into the kitchen and met Christine. “Whatcha makin’?” she asked, yawning.
“Scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. Is that okay? I can make something else if you don’t like that.” Christine bit her lip anxiously.
“That’s perfect!” Eowyn grinned.
The Phantom then stumbled in. “Christine, have you made the coffee yet?” he asked, kissing the top of her head.
“Not yet, angel. I was waiting to see what our guests wanted, but you can go on and make your cup.” She stood on her tippy-toes and reached for a candy cane mug. “Here you go, Erik. Make yourself some coffee.”
Faramir then walked in and put his arm around Eowyn. “Good morning!” he chirped, kissing her cheek.
“Morning! Breakfast is almost ready,” Eowyn said, smiling.
“Ooh, yum,” Faramir laughed.
“So what’s on today’s agenda?” Eowyn asked, pouring Faramir some coffee. “You should know, you plan most of these things.”
“I vote that we go Christmas shopping. We need to buy Christine and Phantom some gifts!” Faramir said. “And thanks for the coffee, love.”
“Can we come as well? I need to buy more gifts,” Erik said.
“As do I,” Christine continued. “I have a few more things to buy Erik.”
This sent him into a frenzy. I can’t let her outshine me, Erik thought. “And I have a bit more to get Christine, not to mention things for Eowyn and Faramir.”
“Oh yes, that too,” Christine said.
“Well then, that works! We’ll head out after everyone’s ready,” Eowyn said, inner shieldsmaiden shining through.
“Breakfast is ready!” Christine cheered, handing out plates. “Just grab whatever you want!”
Everyone got their food and sat down in the parlor. “What do you all want to drink?” Christine said.
“I’m good with my coffee,” Erik said.
“As am I,” Faramir said.
“I’ll have some water, if that’s okay with you,” Eowyn said.
“Okay! I’ll be back with that!”
With that, Christine raced off to the kitchen.
“So, how’d you and Christine meet?” Eowyn asked.
Erik froze and set down his mug. “It’s a bit of an embarrassing story,” he mumbled. “I did a stupid thing.”
“What now? Erik, what stupid thing have you done now?” Christine demanded, sitting down next to Erik and taking a bite of her butter-slathered toast.
“Angel, that butter’s bad for you voice.” Christine rolled her eyes. “And they were asking how we met.”
“Oh, that’s not a stupid thing!” Christine said. “He watched me through my mirror and claimed to be the Angel of Music. Then he kidnapped me.” She ate a forkful of eggs.
“That’s…a little terrifying,” Faramir said. “But rather nice.”
“Agreed,” everyone else laughed.
Everyone finished eating and dashed off to get ready. Then they headed to Paris’s biggest department store.
The girls branched off together while the men went off together.
“Eowyn?” Christine asked. “What all does Faramir like?”
“Battle like stuff. What’s good for Phantom?”
“Please, call him Erik. And musical stuff. By that I mean things relating to music, not random Broadway musical merchandise.”
“Okay, got it. And don’t look in my cart, I’ve got stuff for you in there,” Eowyn said.
Christine laughed. “Same goes for you!”
They both lapsed into giggles, causing other patrons to stare at them.
“How about this for Faramir?” Christine asked.
“That’s good, he’ll like it. Is this good for Erik?” Eowyn replied.
“Oh yes, he’ll love that.”
Meanwhile, Erik and Faramir were looking for gifts for their loves.
“What all does Christine like?” Faramir asked.
“Music, hot chocolate, anything really. She’s easy to please.”
“Then why do you struggle with shopping for her, if she’s so easy to please?”
“I worry that if I don’t please her, then she’ll leave me for that Raoul de Chagny. They were childhood sweethearts. So I try as hard as I can to please her. But anyway, what’s good for Eowyn?” Erik asked.
“Call me Erik.”
“Well then, Erik, you don’t have to get us anything. We’re taking up your valuable space and time,” Faramir said.
“Oh no, I’m getting her something.”
“Just get her anything. She’ll be happy. Now, how is this for Christine?” Faramir asked, holding something up.
Erik nodded. “Looks good.”
Shopping continued until around five when they all hit the cash registers. Then every claimed an area to wrap gifts. The girls went into the studio, while the boys claimed Erik and Christine’s bedroom.
“So, Eowyn, do you like to sing?” Christine asked.
“I’m not any good, but I enjoy it, yes,” she replied.
“Sing something with me!”
“No, you go ahead. I’ll sing something after you.” Eowyn smiled, encouraging Christine.
“No more talk of darkness, forget these wide-eyed fears. I’m here, nothing can harm you. My words will warm and calm you,” she began, launching into a gorgeous rendition of All I Ask of You.
Eowyn was in awe. “You’re a much better singer than I could ever dream of being,” she said once the song was over.
“I still want to hear you sing!” Christine cheered.
Eowyn sighed and cleared her throat. “You’re not giving up on this?” Christine shook her head. “Okay then.
With that, she began. Her voice was rather deep for a woman’s but nice nonetheless. “Home is behind, the world ahead. And there are many paths to tread. Through shadow, to the edge of night. Until the stars are all alight. Mist and shadow, cloud and shade. All shall fade. All shall fade.”
Christine smiled. “You say you can’t sing,” she teased.
Faramir and Erik were listening from the other room. “We love very musical women,” Faramir noted.
“Well, they’re not the only ones who can sing,” Erik said. “Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination. Silently the senses abandon their defenses!”
“If only I could sing,” Faramir sighed.
Eowyn and Christine laughed. “Is this a war?” Eowyn asked.
“Probably, knowing Erik. He’s, how can I put this, overly competitive. Especially when it comes to singing,” Christine sighed. With that, she began singing Devil Take the Hindmost as she cut a sheet of candy cane wrapping paper and set it atop the gift.
Eowyn chuckled. “We’ve surely won. That’s a gorgeous song.”
Erik laughed. “They think they’ve won.”
“But I can’t sing, so we’re at a disadvantage,” Faramir pointed out.
“I can sing well enough for both of us, thank you!” Erik said, ripping a piece of tape. Then he began singing Hannibal.
No one truly won the war that day. It ended with a beautiful duet of The Phantom of the Opera, just the way it was sung the first time Erik and Christine truly met. Everyone then emerged from their wrapping station.
“Well, that was fun,” Christine said as she kissed Erik and pulled a piece of tape from his cheek. He then stuck a bow on her head. She wrinkled her nose.
Eowyn then put a scrap of wrapping paper on Faramir’s head. He then pulled a curly ribbon from her hair. “How on earth did you get so messy?” Faramir laughed, pulling another ribbon from her blonde hair. She shrugged.
They then ate dinner and went off to bed, ready for the next day’s adventures.
Christine and Eowyn woke to a note on the parlor table. It read;
Dear Eowyn and Christine,
We’ve gone to get a little Christmas surprise for you. Don’t worry about us. We’ll be back soon and we’re sure you’ll like our idea.
Faramir and Erik
Christine smiled. “I’m slightly concerned, but I’m certain they mean well,” she said.
They soon came back in the little boat, which was full of bags.
“Okay, we’ve got decorations, ornaments, cookie mix, hot chocolate, and breakfast!” Faramir said.
“What did you pick up?’ Eowyn asked, pulling the bag open. “English muffins! Yay!” She pulled out something else. “Donuts!”
Christine grabbed the food and ran to the parlor. Everyone else followed suit.
“So, what are we going to do today?” Eowyn asked between mouthfuls of English muffin and cream-filled donut.
“Yeah, what’re we doing?” Christine inquired.
“Well, this was all Faramir’s idea, so I’ll let him explain,” Erik said. “Take it away!”
“That was sarcasm.”
“Well, I was thinking that we could get a Christmas tree! A live one, of course. Fake ones are boring, after all. So…what do you think?” Faramir asked.
“Sounds fun,” Christine said.
Eowyn leapt up and threw her arms around her husband, kissing him. “That’s the best idea I’ve ever heard!” she shouted. “I’ve always wanted a Christmas tree!” She smiled.
“That’s good. Now let’s go!” he said, grinning. He started toward the door.
Erik stood there, arm protectively over Christine. “Not so fast. Christine says she needs to get ready before we can leave. Now go on, love. We’ll wait for you.”
Christine kissed him. “Thank you, angel.” Then she went off to get ready.
Eowyn smiled. “Christine sure does love you, Erik,” she said. “And you love her equally.”
Erik nodded. “I’d never hurt my angel. And I know she’d never knowingly hurt me either.”
“I’d never hurt Eowyn either,” Faramir said.
Christine then walked out, wearing what looked like two coats, three scarves, and a beanie. “Love, you’re overdressed!” Erik laughed. “One coat would be enough.”
She rolled her eyes and went off to change. She returned in the outfit she wore to her father’s grave all those years ago. “Better?” she asked.
“Much better,” Erik answered.
They went out and walked to the Christmas tree farm. “Is this it?” Faramir asked, pointing at the farm.
“You mean to tell me you planned this and didn’t even bother to find the Christmas tree farm?” Eowyn spat, scowling. “You can’t plan for beans.”
“I know, I know. But Erik said he’d guide us. Don’t pin it on me!”
“It was your idea! Don’t rely on someone else!” Eowyn growled.
Christine’s eyes were wide as she watched the argument unfold. Erik pulled her close and comforted her. “It’ll be okay, angel. They’ll be okay. Arguments happen.”
“We never argue, Erik! Is this normal?” Her voice was quivering, on the edge of shattering.
“Of course it is.”
The conflict resolved itself and they headed into the Christmas tree farm.
Christine bounded off childishly, running through the rows of green-needled fir trees. She vanished from sight almost immediately.
Erik sighed. “She’ll be back soon, I can guarantee that,” he said. “Christine is very childish when it comes to Christmas.”
“I know someone like that,” Faramir teased, ruffling his wife’s blonde hair. She laughed.
“Come, we need to find Christine,” Eowyn said, striding off. Then they heard her mutter, “This would be easier with a horse.”
“Christine!” Erik shouted. The brunette turned to look at him. He ran toward her and hugged her. “Angel, I was so worried! Are you okay, dearest?” He held her shoulders, scanning her for injuries.
“Erik, I’m fine. Why are you so worried, anyway?” Christine said.
“Anything could’ve happened to you out there.”
“Never mind all that. I found a tree!” Christine pointed at an eight-foot-tall fir tree with full, green branches.
“That’s a lovely tree, Christine,” Faramir said, smiling.
“I agree. It’s gorgeous,” Eowyn said.
“Well, I think…it’s the perfect tree!” Erik said. His lover beamed.
“So we can get it?” Christine asked. Everyone nodded. “Yay!” Her face lit up.
Eowyn laughed. “Faramir, why don’t you and Erik find someone to get the tree for us? I’ll stay here with Christine and the tree.”
Erik and Faramir then walked off toward the front of the tree farm.
“Christine?” Eowyn asked.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“What exactly is the relationship between you and Erik? Are you dating, engaged, what?”
Christine froze. This was inevitable, but it still took her by surprise. She took a deep breath. “We’re married,” she began, “but we keep it mostly secret. Only my best friend Meg, her mother Madame Giry, and a man named Raoul know. Erik says that it could ruin my reputation as a soprano if it escaped that I was married to the Phantom of the Opera who so many feared.”
“Oh.” Eowyn bit her lip. “I see.”
Right as they finished, the boys came back with a worker following them. “We’d like this tree, sil vous plait,” Christine said, pointing at the Douglas Fir.
The man nodded and hefted the tree onto his shoulder, carrying it to the checkout area.
“Do you want us to deliver it?”
“Could you deliver it?” Christine asked.
“Address?” the man asked.
“The Opera Populaire. I’m sure you know where that is?” Erik said. “Only an uncultured swine would not.”
“Erik!” Christine scolded. “Sorry about him. He has no social skills.”
“It’s fine. I’ll drop it off around four,” he said. They paid for the tree and walked off.
“So uh…don’t mean to be rude, but when’s lunch?” Faramir asked. Everyone laughed. “But really, I’m hungry.”
“The park?” Christine suggested.
“Sounds fun!” Eowyn said, grinning.
“Christine, there’s so many people,” Erik complained. “My mask.”
“There are weirder things in Parisian parks,” Christine said. With that, she turned on her heel and strode off. Everyone else followed.
“Erik, she’s leaving!” Faramir warned.
“I know, I’m coming,” he replied, quickening his pace.
They arrived at the park and were greeted by a mime. “What. Is. That?” Eowyn spat, disgusted. “It’s hideous!” The mime clutched his chest.
“He has ears, love,” Faramir whispered.
“Eowyn, it’s a mime! They’re all over Paris,” Christine laughed. “He won’t hurt you, I promise.”
“You sure?” Eowyn asked.
With that, they walked off. The couple from Middle-earth was astounded by the sights: the Eiffel Tower, the gardens, the people, everything. They were in love with the City of Love.
The day passed quickly, full of sightseeing and adventures. Unfortunately, it was cut short by the night’s opera, a performance of Il Muto with Christine as the countess (finally).
No one struggled to sleep that night.
December twenty-third. Two days until Christmas. And a crazy day for the two couples at the Opera Populaire.
It started normally, with Christine preparing breakfast and everyone sitting in the parlor. But then the question was asked.
“So, what are we going to do today?” Eowyn asked.
Faramir’s eyes glinted with mischief. “Glad you asked,” he said. “Erik, get the box.”
“Sir yes sir!” Erik laughed. He then went to fetch the box Faramir had asked for.
He returned with a large cardboard box filled to the brim with any and every form of Christmas decoration known to mankind.
“Today,” Faramir announced, “we’ll be decorating! This is the least festive place on Earth and that needs fixing. So, let’s get started!”
“Okay!” Christine leapt up and ran to the box, followed by Eowyn. Erik sat down at the piano and began to play a soft tune resemblant to Music of the Night.
Christine took an ornament and set it on the tree, smiling. “Pretty!” she cheered.
Faramir smiled as he watched Eowyn running around and setting everything up. She was pouring her heart into decorating the opera house for Christmas. At the time, she was hanging a wreath above Erik’s piano. She then ran back to the box where Faramir was standing to grab another decoration.
Suddenly, Christine giggled. “What now?” Eowyn said, looking up to see the girl sitting in the rafters, holding a sprig of something. Something with white berries. “Oh brother,” Eowyn muttered.
“What is it?” Faramir asked, searching for the cause of his wife’s distress.
“Mistletoe,” Eowyn sighed. She then kissed Faramir quickly and went off.
Christine sprang from the rafters, the mistletoe hung where she had been sitting. “I tried to help you,” she said, shrugging. “But she’ll be back. That’s where the decorations are, after all. Stay there.” With that, she ran after Eowyn.
“What now, Christine?” Eowyn sighed, turning from where she was setting up a Nativity scene. “If this is about the mistletoe, I don’t want to hear it,” she spat.
But Christine wouldn’t give up. “Why? Why were you so afraid of it?”
“It’s weird, that’s why! Forcing two people to kiss. It’s sick!”
Faramir, who had overheard all this, sighed and walked away, resuming decorating half-heartedly.
Eowyn saw this and ran over to him. “Faramir! What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing, love. Don’t worry about me.” He kissed her forehead. “I love you.”
“Faramir! I know that something’s wrong! If you’d just tell me, I could help,” she pleaded. Then suddenly, she kissed him. “Better?” she asked, smiling.
“Much,” he laughed.
Erik laughed. “See, angel? They can handle themselves,” he said, holding her.
“I know, I know,” Christine laughed. She then returned to decorating. “Erik, come on!”
“I’m good. I’ll stick to the piano,” he said.
Christine sighed and hung up a stocking, but said nothing.
Decorating continued for the rest of the day.
“Christmas Eve!” Christine called as she ran around the house. “It’s Christmas Eve!”
Erik walked out. “Yes, angel, it is,” he chuckled, kissing her. “But please, quiet down. You’ll wake our guests.”
“Fine,” she growled. “But I’m just so excited!” She buried her face in his chest to suppress a squeal.
“I know. Now go sit down while I make breakfast.” Christine nodded and went into the parlor. Then, soft notes began to rise from the grand piano.
“Christine!” Erik scolded. “That’s not quiet!”
Erik walked out with a platter of waffles, a bottle of syrup, a stick of butter, plates, and silverware. “Enjoy, angel.”
“What, you weren’t going to wait for us?” Faramir said, walking out with his arm around Eowyn.
“How rude,” Eowyn said.
“I was going to wait on you!” Christine said.
“I wasn’t,” Erik said. “Just being honest, unlike you, Miss Daae.”
“I was going to wait, Erik!” Christine spat.
“Sure you were.”
Eowyn rolled her eyes. “Can we eat now?”
“Yeah, really,” Faramir laughed.
“Sure,” Erik said. Christine reached for a waffle. Erik gently and playfully slapped her hand. “Ah, ah, love. Since you were going to eat without them, you may get your food last.”
“Erik!” Christine yelped, frowning. “You liar!”
“Oh, Christine,” Eowyn said, clear apology in her voice.
“Meh, I’ll be fine.” At that, her stomach gave an unholy growl. “But please hurry! I’m starving!”
Soon enough, Christine got to eat. Faramir then pulled out a piece of paper, grinning. “Here are some activities for today. Choose what you want to do first,” he said. The list read:
Snow activities (in event of snow)
Anything else we think of!
“Hmm…caroling!” Christine said.
“Oh, how’d I know you’d say that!” Eowyn laughed. “But that works.”
“Okay!” Christine grinned. She adored caroling. She and her father went caroling every year when he was alive.
The couples walked to the park and turned down a snow-covered path.
“Oh, I love snow,” Eowyn sighed, stretching her arms out. “Isn’t it gorgeous? It never snows in Rohan.”
“Yes, love, it’s beautiful. But you know what’s more beautiful than snow?” Faramir asked.
“Aww!” Christine cooed. “You two are so cute!”
“Can we just get to singing?” Erik asked. “I want to start with O Holy Night.”
“I don’t know the words,” Eowyn said, eyes falling to her feet. Faramir tossed her a booklet.
“Page twenty,” he said. “You’re welcome.”
They flipped through the book to see notes and lyrics on the next page.
“Ready?” Erik asked. They nodded.
“O holy night, the stars are brightly shining. It is the night of our dear Savior’s birth.” The tones of their voices perfectly blended, from Christine’s soprano to Faramir’s tenor.
They walked down the path, singing as they went. The song soon ended and they had to choose another one.
“So, uh…what now?” Eowyn asked. “Can I pick something?”
“Of course!” Faramir answered. “Go ahead.”
“Hmm…” She thumbed through the booklet’s pages. “What about Angels We Have Heard on High?” she suggested. “It’s on page thirty-five.” Everyone flipped through the pages of their booklet.
“That sounds good,” Erik said. “Christine, your thoughts?”
“It’s fine by me. Can we transition it into Hark the Herald Angels Sing at the end?” Christine answered. Everyone nodded. “Yay! That’s one of my favorites.”
Erik counted them off and they began a beautiful rendition of the two Christmas carols, making everyone they passed in the park smile. Some people even tried to give them money, but saw nowhere to put the coins and bills.
The quartet continued singing until they made their way all the way around the park. They ended up going through most of the songs in the book, including, but not limited to: God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen, O Come O Come Emmanuel, and The First Noel.
“Okay, so what now?” Christine asked, her face pink from the cold and the wind. “Eowyn, you choose what we’re going to do now, since I picked caroling.”
“Oh goodness,” Eowyn laughed. “Decisions.”
“You’ll be fine, love. It’s not too hard of a choice,” Faramir said.
“Speak for yourself.”
They stood there for five minutes or so, waiting for Eowyn to decide on what she wanted to do. Finally, she made her choice. “Sleigh ride!” she shouted, grinning. “I mean, we are in the park, which is certainly where the sleigh rides take place.”
“That seems fun,” Christine said. “Just hear those sleigh bells jingling, ring ting tingling too,” she sang. Everyone glared at her. “What did you expect?” she laughed. “If something is the name of a song, I will sing it.”
“I’m good with a sleigh ride,” Faramir said.
“As am I,” Erik continued. “So it’s settled then?” Everyone nodded. “Follow me.”
Erik guided them through the park to the station where the sleigh rides took place. There stood a pair of large Clydesdale stallions, tossing their heads and jingling the bells on their harnesses. “Wow,” Eowyn gasped. “They’re beautiful.”
“Aren’t they?” Faramir said.
Christine walked up to the driver. “Excuse me, sir, but we’d like to ride in the sleigh. How much would it cost for four people?” she asked.
“Ten francs,” he answered. Christine opened her wallet and took out a ten-franc coin. “Merci, mademoiselle.” He offered his hand and helped her into the sleigh. He then did the same for Eowyn.
They set off around the park, listening to the jingling of the horses’ harnesses and smiling the whole time. “It’s so beautiful…I want to live in Paris forever,” Eowyn said. “Can we move here, Faramir?”
“No, dear. We have duties back in Middle-earth,” he answered, laughing.
“Not fair!” she yelped.
The sleigh ride continued until lunch time, seeing as the Clydesdales were not the fastest of breeds. Then they arrived back at the little station. “Thank you!” Christine said, smiling.
“You’re welcome, mademoiselle!”
“Okay, so now can we get food?” Erik asked. “I really need food.”
“Now you see how I felt this morning,” Christine scolded. “But since I’m a good person, we can go get food. There are a lot of little stalls out here in the park. What do you want?”
“Hmm…anything is good,” Erik answered. “Let’s let our guests decide. What do you two want?”
“Oh no…another decision…,” Eowyn sighed. “I’m not sure. Faramir?”
“I guess chicken? Is there a good chicken place anywhere near here?” Faramir asked.
“Ooh, yes, there is! Follow me!” Christine sprinted off, smiling all the time.
They soon arrived at the restaurant, which was near Café Dimanche. “Here we are!”
They got their food, ate it, and returned to the Opera Populaire. “What do you ladies want to do now? It needs to be something that won’t take too long, seeing as Christine and I have a performance tonight, the most important of the year,” Erik said.
“What about Christmas cookies?” Christine suggested. “We need more desserts in this place.”
“Ooh, I love cookies!” Faramir cheered. “Although Eowyn is not the best baker…” She rolled her eyes and scoffed.
“That was one time, Faramir!” Eowyn spat. “And that’s because I got bored.”
“You still almost burned the house down.”
“So we’re making Christmas cookies?” Erik interjected, trying to prevent another argument between the couple.
“Yep!” Eowyn said. “Christine and I can go get the ingredients and stuff out if you two will go get the batter. C’mon, Christine.” The two girls went off into the kitchen. Erik and Faramir then walked in with the two boxes of sugar cookie mix and the cans of frosting and sprinkles.
“Okay, so what do we have to do first?” Christine asked. “Erik, hand me the box.” He did as she asked. “Preheat the oven to 375 degrees Fahrenheit. Do that.”
Erik set the oven to preheat. Faramir followed him over there. “Seems like you’ve got that under control,” he said. Erik nodded.
“Faramir, we need two medium sized bowls over here!” Eowyn called. “And that crushed cereal you bought!”
He went and looked in the cabinet for the two bowls, handed one to Eowyn and one to Christine, then ran to go fetch the cereal, which was Cookie Crisps. “Thank you,” Eowyn said. “What’s next? And Faramir, could you be a dear and coat that cookie sheet over there with flour? It needs to be done before we can put the cookies in the oven.”
“Ma’am yes ma’am! Erik, you read out the instructions.”
“Stir the cookie mix, melted butter, and egg into the medium sized bowl until a soft dough forms. Once this happens, add in the crushed cereal,” Erik read. They did exactly as it said, with a huge puff of cookie mix appearing when they dumped all the mix out.
“Okay, what now?” Christine asked. “Gosh, I want to eat some of this cookie dough. Erik, can I lick the spoon when I’m done?” she pleaded.
He sighed. “No, Christine. You might get salmonella and die, and then where would I be?”
“Somewhere in a not happy place.”
“Now read the instructions.”
“Fine.” He cleared his throat overdramatically and began to read the rest of the box. “On a floured surface, roll out the dough one fourth of an inch apart.”
“Don’t mean to interrupt, but how much is an inch?” Eowyn asked.
“Just guess,” Faramir answered. “Darn these American recipes! At least our oven is American-made so it has Fahrenheit on here.”
Erik cleared his throat again. “Can I continue?” Everyone nodded. “Cut with three-inch cookie cutters. On ungreased cookie sheets, place the cutouts one inch apart.”
“Faramir, get two other cookie sheets out, will you?” Eowyn asked. He ducked down into the cabinet again and fetched two large metal cookie sheets. “Thanks, love.”
“Erik, could you get the cookie cutters? Only get the holiday ones, please. You know, like the reindeer, the snowman, the snowflake, and the Santa hat?” Christine asked.
“Yes, I get it.” He delved into the drawer of random cooking supplies and came out with a handful of cookie cutters in all sorts of holiday shapes.
“Yay! Cookie cutters! Faramir, come help me!” Eowyn shouted. “I can’t cut all this dough by myself.”
“Okay,” Faramir sighed. He walked over and picked up a snowman, stabbing it into the cookie dough.
“Erik!” Christine called. “I need you to help as well!”
He walked over. “Oh, Christine. You don’t want me to help,” he said.
“Yes, I do.”
“Oh, fine.” He took the snowflake and pressed it into the cookie dough. “Happy?”
“You have to make more than one!” she giggled. “Otherwise you only get to decorate one!” She handed him the bell-shaped one.
They ended up cutting fifteen cookies per pair and placing them on the cookie sheets.
“Erik, love, could you read the rest of the instructions?” Christine asked.
“Certainly. It says to bake them for seven to nine minutes OR until the edges of the cookies are golden brown. It then says to let them cool for one minute on the sheet and for fifteen minutes off the sheet. Then you can decorate them.”
Christine grabbed an oven mitt and put her batch of cookies in the oven. She then handed the mitt to Eowyn, who put her cookies in the oven.
“And now we wait,” Faramir said. “What now?”
“I’m going to clean up,” Christine said. “Erik, I don’t want you to help. Last time you tried to help, you broke three plates.”
“That’s fair,” Erik replied.
They cleaned up, took the cookies out of the oven, let them cool, and then got ready to decorate! “Erik, here are yours,” Christine said, shoving five cookies at him.
“Faramir, here’re your cookies,” Eowyn said, pushing the cookies to him. “Now take the frosting and all that stuff.” She then nudged cans of frosting and sprinkles at him.
“I’m not using sprinkles,” Erik said.
“Erik, why not?” Christine said. “Sprinkles are fun!”
“Oh, fine. But you still should use them.”
“That’d ruin my reputation as the fearsome Phantom of the Opera.”
But Christine didn’t answer. She just took a knife and began spreading chocolate frosting over a reindeer-shaped cookie. Then she grabbed a bright red gumdrop and plopped it where the nose would be.
Meanwhile, Eowyn and Faramir were laughing over a failed cookie. “Faramir, that’s not at all how you decorate a snowman!” Eowyn laughed. Its face was completely lopsided, the buttons were not even close to a straight line, and anything that could look messed up was messed up.
“You try making a logical face out of sprinkles!” Faramir retorted, but it was clear he wasn’t angry. His face was red from laughter and he was struggling to breathe.
“Okay, I will!” Eowyn teased. Of course, she failed as well, and the laughter continued.
The day continued on like that until the opera at six-thirty, a production of Hannibal. After that, they all went to bed.
“Christmas! It’s Christmas!’ Eowyn shouted, running around the house and waking everyone up. “Come on, get up, get up! We have to open presents!”
Christine walked out. “Don’t you want breakfast first?” she asked, stifling a yawn.
“No. Presents are more important right now,” Eowyn said, crossing her arms.
“She has a point. Who eats before they open presents on Christmas morning?” Erik asked. “Faramir, get up! Your wife is anxious.”
Faramir walked out. “I’m coming, I’m coming. Who wants to pass out all the gifts?” he asked.
Christine was about to volunteer, but Erik beat her to the punch. “I’ll do it! Everyone go find a seat,” he said. Christine glared at him, but soon got an idea.
“Can I help? Pretty please?” she begged.
“I guess. I’ll get the presents out from under the tree and you give them to everyone,” Erik said. “Eowyn, Faramir, take a seat somewhere. The Middle-earthian couple flopped down on the couch.
“Erik, this one’s yours. Where do you want me to put it?” Christine asked.
“Set it at the piano, angel,” he answered.
They passed out all the gifts, each person having nine. Strange how that worked out, everything being equal. “Okay, who wants to open something first?” Faramir asked.
“Me! I do!” Eowyn shouted, practically leaping to her feet.
“Okay then,” Erik said. “Then Christine, then Faramir, then me. Is that good for everyone?” They all nodded.
“This one’s from Christine,” Eowyn said. She ripped open the box to find a miniature Eiffel Tower replica. “Oh my goodness! It’s so pretty!” She stood up to hug the other girl. “I love it! Thank you!”
“You’re welcome,” Christine said. “Erik, this one’s from you!” She grinned and carefully peeled the paper off a little box. She opened it to find a silver heart locket and a ring with a heart on it, glistening with gemstones. Engraved on the locket were the words “Beneath a Moonless Sky.” Inside it was a picture of the two of them on their wedding day She gasped. “Erik! This is too much, angel.”
“It’s not. Do you like it?” he asked.
“Of course I do! It’s one of the best gifts I’ve ever received,” she answered, hugging him.
“That’s good. Now, Faramir, why don’t you open something?” Erik said, trying to get the spotlight off of him.
“I guess so,” Faramir answered. He lifted up a gift. “This one’s from you, Eowyn.” He unwrapped it, paying no attention to trying to salvage the wrapping paper. He pulled out a replica sword, which he immediately brandished and waved around. “Okay, that’s really cool. Thanks, Eowyn!”
“You’re welcome. Now, Erik, you open something!” Eowyn said.
“You’re just ready to open something else,” Christine teased.
“That’s pretty true.”
Erik smiled at his wife and her best friend as he picked up a gift. “Christine, this is from you, is it not?” he asked. She nodded.
“I do hope you like it…I wasn’t sure if you would, but I decided to risk it,” she said, biting her lip.
“Angel, I know I will. I love everything you get me,” Erik answered as he began to tear the paper off the box. He opened it to see a music composition book with “That’s a sharp, not a hashtag!” written on it, some piano sheet music, and a little handmade sculpture of a quarter note with angel wings with “Angel of Music” written on it in Christine’s handwriting.
“Do you like it?” she asked, brushing her feet against the floor.
He set everything on top of the piano where he could easily reach it while playing. “Of course I do, Christine. I know you put a lot of effort into finding things for me. I love it, angel. Don’t be worried.”
They continued opening gifts until there were none left for anyone. Everyone was happy, but there was still one last surprise to be revealed.
“Hey, Erik?” Christine asked, laying her head on his shoulder.
“Yes, angel?” he replied.
“I’ve got something to tell you, well, all of you. But I’m worried it’ll make you upset,” Christine said. “Not so much Eowyn and Faramir as you, Erik.”
“Tell us!” Eowyn and Faramir chorused.
“I promise I won’t be mad, angel. You know it’s hard for me to be mad at you,” Erik said.
Christine fiddled with her necklace. “Oh, I guess. I had to tell you sometime, didn’t I?”
“Quit stalling and just tell us!” Eowyn shouted. “We’re here for you, Christine. We promise we won’t be upset, no matter how outrageous it is.”
“Well…I’m expecting. You’re going to be a father, Erik,” Christine said. She looked at her husband, trying to see if he was upset or not.
Erik’s mouth fell open. How could he have done this? It’s not that he wasn’t excited, Christine would be a great mother, but what if the child had his face deformity? Or what if he lost his temper with it? What would happen then? Would the child hate him? Would Christine not be able to take it and leave, taking their baby with her?
He was snapped by this internal monologue by Eowyn saying, “Oh, Christine, that’s amazing! You and Erik will make amazing parents!”
“Congrats,” Faramir said. “I agree with Eowyn. You two will be amazing parents to this child.”
But Christine didn’t appear to be listening. “Erik? What do you think?”
He smiled. “I have my concerns, but I know that we can work through things together.” He then kissed her. “I love you, Christine.”
“I love you too.”
And so another Christmas came and went, but for both of them, it was the best Christmas ever celebrated. Not because of the gifts they received, or the things they did, but the memories that were made and the friends they met.