The Private Rehabilitation Center of Minas Tirith
By Aiwendil Greenleaf
~*~ A/N: I just need a break. This might become a long fic, but only if a lot of people want it to. I really tried to make it different, and I don't think it worked...
Summery: Welcome to The Private Rehab Center of Minas Tirith. Best in Middle Earth. No smoking, no sex, no drugs, no class skipping, no alcohol, no sex, no lawbreaking, no loud music and no sex. Detention with Tom Bombadil or someone worse. Good luck, you'll need it...
Hey Zenia!! This is for you. No one can give me plot-bunnies like you.
Disclaimer: *In official speaker voice* Most of the following characters belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. I do not claim to own them, and I don't make any money. I only get my own fun. The four OC are mine/my friends work. Thank you very much.
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Mîm wrinkled her nose in disgust. The bus practically reeked of elves, it was terrible. To her despair there was even two of them on the bus. Mîm huffed, lifted her chin, held her head high and went towards a seat in the back. She was just passing one of the elves ( a male with black hair. She had given him the name Elf-Bloke), when she suddenly found herself on the floor. There was a loud, very elvish, laughter, and some more restrained giggles. Mîm rolled on her back and glared at the elf.
"Ups, sorry dwarf." He smiled showing off some pearly white teeth. Damn elf. With his black hair, dark eyes, pointy ears and white teeth. Mîm growled, wishing she had her axe, and got up.
She threw her bag on an empty seat, and sat beside it. "You're o-o-o-okay, right??" Mîm turned towards the small voice. On the seat behind her was a small, scared looking, little, thing. Mîm concluded it had to be a hobbit lass. "Sure," she answered gruffly. The hobbit twitched nervously, making one of it's sandy brown curls fall over it's face. It blinked with it's chocolate brown eyes at Mîm, then looked out the window.
Mîm shrugged and turned to mind her own business. Witch mostly included reading the letter from the school board on her old school. Then ripping it into tiny bits. She brushed her reddish hair behind her ear, and glared at the elves. The Bloke had moved to the other ones seat. As far as Mîm could see, Bloke was trying to have a conversation with Bitch (again, that was the first name she would come up with, regarding female elves). Bitch was, from Mîm's point of view, a great name for the female. Blond, thick hair, pretty face, green eyes... Bitch.
The last person in the bus was a human girl. Woman, whatever. Now that was Bitchiness personified. The chick was the snoppish kind of pretty, shoulder length, dark brown hair and dark blue eyes. Her hair was tied back from her face with a silver hair slide. She kind of screamed 'Look at me, I'm the queen of everything'. Mîm hated that type. Wonder what little miss-perfect could have done, that would result in this??
She needed some none bitchy company. She stretched her jaw, and turned on her seat, facing the hobbit lass.
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Nefhuinëiel couldn't help but giggle lightly when the dwarf fell. She hated dwarfs, they were so damn stubborn and thick-headed. The dark elf smirked and said something witty. Show-off, Nef though to herself. She threw a glance at the hobbit in the back, then gazed out the window.
"Why, hello there..." She grimaced and put on a fake smile, before turning her head towards the other elf. He smiled charmingly, and scooted closer.
"Hi," she said shortly, and hoped he'd get the hint.
"I'm Figwit, and you are?" He didn't get the hint. Nefhuinëiel looked him over again. Sure he was cute. Really cute, but boy he knew it too. She glared half-hearted at him, before throwing her hair over the part of her face, he was looking at.
Figwit flashed another award winning smile, "Well, perhaps angels have no names, only beautiful faces."
Nef rolled her eyes. Wonder how many girls he'd used that one on... "I'm Nefhuinëiel, and I'm not an angel."
Figwit laughed brightly. Sarcasm wasn't useful, apparently. "What is such a pretty face as yours doing here, then??" Figwit was back to basics.
Nef sighed and tried to remember exactly what her letter had said. "Cutting lectures, smoking and talking back in class," she answered dryly.
Figwit started talking about how unfair that was. Then something about him being there, due having sex on school-grounds (here he added a wink). This didn't stop. Then some compliments on her 'beautiful eyes, and full, pink lips'. Nef sighed and pretended to listen. Tried not to fall asleep, and made some reassuring 'um', 'really' and 'uh's at random moments.
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Pearl jumped when the dwarf addressed her again. "What is a little thing like you doing here?" Not only did the dwarf scare her (most things taller then her scared her), but why did the dwarf care?
"I... I..." Pearl stuttered, before making a weak sob.
The dwarf looked slightly sympathetic, "You remind me of a mouse," Pearl had heard that before, "What's your name?" The dwarf leaned her chin on her seat. Didn't look like she was planing on leaving Pearl alone.
Still stuttering, Pearl choked out an answer, "P-P- Pearl H-H-Hornb-blower. Still remembering her hobbit manners, Pearl followed up with a, "Who are you?"
The dwarf tilted her head, "I'm Mîm, just call me Mîm." Mîm smiled, witch took Pearl off guard. Of cause, almost everything took Pearl off guard. As reassurance, Pearl twitched when Mîm spoke again, "Not to offend you in any way. You just don't really seem like the rehab-type, what are you going for??"
"Not paying attention. And I hit teacher once," Pearl said, surprisingly calm. "The t-t-teacher wasn't on purpose. When I g-g-get really n-nervous, I c-c-c-c-can't control my movements. I suf-f-f-f-fer from slight t-t- tics." Stuttering back.
Mîm looked like she was making a mental note, to stay away from Pearl. But she didn't turn away. "I got court with some ale in math. They made a big fuzz about it," Mîm said softly, and smiled at Pearl. The hobbit was taken back for a moment, the made a tiny smile.
"The place isn't that bad though," Mîm continued, "My cousins Balin and Gimli is there. They says you just have to watch your back. I'll watch yours, you'll watch mine, that's okay??"
Pearl nodded eagerly. Maybe she had found a friend...
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Melianwen lifted her head higher. Not only did she have to take a bus (the Rolls was in the garage, for crying out loud), she had to share it with these, these (she searches her brain for a word, describing something she hated) vultures. Scum, lower beings. Elves might think they were great and everything, but she was the greatest. Daughter of a Steward, the richest in Gondor.
And they dared sending her to this Rehabilitation Center. They dared call her snobbish!!! They dared to state that she "showed no respect for neither teaches nor students". Why should she?? Damn, did she miss her bed... The dwarf said something that made the hobbit laugh. So what? She hated dwarfs, hobbits not to mention elves, and here she were, stuck with all of them. The only hope was that her roommate was human. And royal, or at least rich.
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*~*~*A/N: Okay, now I've introduced the OC, (who all have flaws *Not that Mary Sue-ish then*) so now I start writing about the LoTR characters/ arriving to the school. Should be up tonight. Review, make my throat better...
By Aiwendil Greenleaf
~*~ A/N: I just need a break. This might become a long fic, but only if a lot of people want it to. I really tried to make it different, and I don't think it worked...
Summery: Welcome to The Private Rehab Center of Minas Tirith. Best in Middle Earth. No smoking, no sex, no drugs, no class skipping, no alcohol, no sex, no lawbreaking, no loud music and no sex. Detention with Tom Bombadil or someone worse. Good luck, you'll need it...
Hey Zenia!! This is for you. No one can give me plot-bunnies like you.
Disclaimer: *In official speaker voice* Most of the following characters belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. I do not claim to own them, and I don't make any money. I only get my own fun. The four OC are mine/my friends work. Thank you very much.
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Mîm wrinkled her nose in disgust. The bus practically reeked of elves, it was terrible. To her despair there was even two of them on the bus. Mîm huffed, lifted her chin, held her head high and went towards a seat in the back. She was just passing one of the elves ( a male with black hair. She had given him the name Elf-Bloke), when she suddenly found herself on the floor. There was a loud, very elvish, laughter, and some more restrained giggles. Mîm rolled on her back and glared at the elf.
"Ups, sorry dwarf." He smiled showing off some pearly white teeth. Damn elf. With his black hair, dark eyes, pointy ears and white teeth. Mîm growled, wishing she had her axe, and got up.
She threw her bag on an empty seat, and sat beside it. "You're o-o-o-okay, right??" Mîm turned towards the small voice. On the seat behind her was a small, scared looking, little, thing. Mîm concluded it had to be a hobbit lass. "Sure," she answered gruffly. The hobbit twitched nervously, making one of it's sandy brown curls fall over it's face. It blinked with it's chocolate brown eyes at Mîm, then looked out the window.
Mîm shrugged and turned to mind her own business. Witch mostly included reading the letter from the school board on her old school. Then ripping it into tiny bits. She brushed her reddish hair behind her ear, and glared at the elves. The Bloke had moved to the other ones seat. As far as Mîm could see, Bloke was trying to have a conversation with Bitch (again, that was the first name she would come up with, regarding female elves). Bitch was, from Mîm's point of view, a great name for the female. Blond, thick hair, pretty face, green eyes... Bitch.
The last person in the bus was a human girl. Woman, whatever. Now that was Bitchiness personified. The chick was the snoppish kind of pretty, shoulder length, dark brown hair and dark blue eyes. Her hair was tied back from her face with a silver hair slide. She kind of screamed 'Look at me, I'm the queen of everything'. Mîm hated that type. Wonder what little miss-perfect could have done, that would result in this??
She needed some none bitchy company. She stretched her jaw, and turned on her seat, facing the hobbit lass.
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Nefhuinëiel couldn't help but giggle lightly when the dwarf fell. She hated dwarfs, they were so damn stubborn and thick-headed. The dark elf smirked and said something witty. Show-off, Nef though to herself. She threw a glance at the hobbit in the back, then gazed out the window.
"Why, hello there..." She grimaced and put on a fake smile, before turning her head towards the other elf. He smiled charmingly, and scooted closer.
"Hi," she said shortly, and hoped he'd get the hint.
"I'm Figwit, and you are?" He didn't get the hint. Nefhuinëiel looked him over again. Sure he was cute. Really cute, but boy he knew it too. She glared half-hearted at him, before throwing her hair over the part of her face, he was looking at.
Figwit flashed another award winning smile, "Well, perhaps angels have no names, only beautiful faces."
Nef rolled her eyes. Wonder how many girls he'd used that one on... "I'm Nefhuinëiel, and I'm not an angel."
Figwit laughed brightly. Sarcasm wasn't useful, apparently. "What is such a pretty face as yours doing here, then??" Figwit was back to basics.
Nef sighed and tried to remember exactly what her letter had said. "Cutting lectures, smoking and talking back in class," she answered dryly.
Figwit started talking about how unfair that was. Then something about him being there, due having sex on school-grounds (here he added a wink). This didn't stop. Then some compliments on her 'beautiful eyes, and full, pink lips'. Nef sighed and pretended to listen. Tried not to fall asleep, and made some reassuring 'um', 'really' and 'uh's at random moments.
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Pearl jumped when the dwarf addressed her again. "What is a little thing like you doing here?" Not only did the dwarf scare her (most things taller then her scared her), but why did the dwarf care?
"I... I..." Pearl stuttered, before making a weak sob.
The dwarf looked slightly sympathetic, "You remind me of a mouse," Pearl had heard that before, "What's your name?" The dwarf leaned her chin on her seat. Didn't look like she was planing on leaving Pearl alone.
Still stuttering, Pearl choked out an answer, "P-P- Pearl H-H-Hornb-blower. Still remembering her hobbit manners, Pearl followed up with a, "Who are you?"
The dwarf tilted her head, "I'm Mîm, just call me Mîm." Mîm smiled, witch took Pearl off guard. Of cause, almost everything took Pearl off guard. As reassurance, Pearl twitched when Mîm spoke again, "Not to offend you in any way. You just don't really seem like the rehab-type, what are you going for??"
"Not paying attention. And I hit teacher once," Pearl said, surprisingly calm. "The t-t-teacher wasn't on purpose. When I g-g-get really n-nervous, I c-c-c-c-can't control my movements. I suf-f-f-f-fer from slight t-t- tics." Stuttering back.
Mîm looked like she was making a mental note, to stay away from Pearl. But she didn't turn away. "I got court with some ale in math. They made a big fuzz about it," Mîm said softly, and smiled at Pearl. The hobbit was taken back for a moment, the made a tiny smile.
"The place isn't that bad though," Mîm continued, "My cousins Balin and Gimli is there. They says you just have to watch your back. I'll watch yours, you'll watch mine, that's okay??"
Pearl nodded eagerly. Maybe she had found a friend...
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Melianwen lifted her head higher. Not only did she have to take a bus (the Rolls was in the garage, for crying out loud), she had to share it with these, these (she searches her brain for a word, describing something she hated) vultures. Scum, lower beings. Elves might think they were great and everything, but she was the greatest. Daughter of a Steward, the richest in Gondor.
And they dared sending her to this Rehabilitation Center. They dared call her snobbish!!! They dared to state that she "showed no respect for neither teaches nor students". Why should she?? Damn, did she miss her bed... The dwarf said something that made the hobbit laugh. So what? She hated dwarfs, hobbits not to mention elves, and here she were, stuck with all of them. The only hope was that her roommate was human. And royal, or at least rich.
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*~*~*A/N: Okay, now I've introduced the OC, (who all have flaws *Not that Mary Sue-ish then*) so now I start writing about the LoTR characters/ arriving to the school. Should be up tonight. Review, make my throat better...