A/N: So I am working on something new. Hope you like it. Full summary won't be out until I finish getting permission from the friends I plan on using so you most likely will have to wait for part one.

Disclaimer: I own nothing created by the brilliant man named Tokien, or anything that you might recognize in this story. Only myself and until this story is over my friends.

Italics are thoughts

Elvish is in bold. Spanish is underlined. French is in bold italics. Italian is bold underlined. Dutch is italics underlined. German is bold italic underlined. ( ) is dwarvish.

A/N: Don't know why there are so many languages there just is. Haha. I am evil.

Warnings: Craziness by my friends and I. Tough classes…AHH everyone runs scared at the thought of school…(sorry I just got out of school so I'm wacked out). Screaming. Bad ideas. Mad and ingenious plans. And evil pranks.

Prologue

Mirkwood Throne Room, Third P.O.V.

King Thranduil looked up from the papers that were sent to him telling him that everything was finished and what to send with his youngest son. "Come in," he said.

The door opened to reveal his youngest son Legolas. "You wanted me, Father," young Legolas asked. "Yes, I just wanted to inform you that in the expanse of two weeks you will be leaving for A Escola de educação para Crianças Loucas (translation no one knows what it means but I will enlighten the readers Education School for Crazy Kids don't ask why I am high on something but not drugs and it sounded good) Boarding school for about twelve years."

"WHAT," Legolas screamed. Thranduil just nodded his head and sent his son off to pack his bags for the next twelve years. Little did he know that his father would be at the school leaving the kingdom to his oldest sibling.

Elrond's study in Imladris, Third P.O.V.

The rapping on Lord Elrond's door brought Elrond and Celebrìan out of the conversation that they were having. "Enter," Elrond said. They look up to see their foster child, Aragorn, and their three children, Elladan, Elrohir, and Arwen walk in.

"Ah, children come in, come in. Celebrìan and I were just talking about telling you this. In two weeks all for of you are going to travel to A Escola de educação para Crianças Loucas Boarding School. You will be there for an expanse of twelve years."

If you imagine Legolas's expression that was nothing compared to what Elrond and Celebrìan received. "WH--." "YOU --." "I'M NO--." "ARE YOU CRAZY," Arwen said being the only one to get a full sentence out considering that they were all yelling over one another and cutting each other off.

They just simply shook their heads and sent them off to pack. But like Legolas they didn't know that their parents would be joining them at the school while Glorfindel looked after Imladris.

Dwarven caves, Third P.O.V.

Gloin had just called his son over to him and was now finishing reading the paper when his son entered the room. "(Gimli, come in. I called you hear to inform you that you will be attending A Escola de educação para Crianças Loucas Boarding School for twelve years. You leave in two weeks,)" Gloin told his son.

"(YOU POSSIBLY CAN'T SEND ME AWAY! I AM YOUR SON!)," Gimli yelled outraged. Gloin just shook his shook his head and sent Gimli on his way to pack his bags and gather what supplies where needed.

Minas Tirith, Throne Room, Third P.O.V.

Denethor had a servant go and look for his two trouble-making sons for him. He needed to finish reading this sheet. The school he signed them up for would straighten them up for sure. Especially with the rules. The servant entered the throne room with a hand on each son's ear. Denethor nodded his thanks to the servant and sent him on his way.

"Boys, in two weeks you will be leaving Minas Tirith to attend, A Escola de educação para Crianças Loucas Boarding School. You will be staying there for an expanse of twelve years," Denethor said.

The two sons looked at each other before simultaneously yelling, "WHAT, FATHER WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU THINKING?" Once again the parent just shook their head and sent the children packing for the next twelve years.

Rohan, Golden Hall, Third P.O.V.

"Eomer, Eowyn, please come here," Theoden shouted out two his niece and nephew, who recently became his charges. They obediently went over to their uncle. "You were invited to attend A Escola de educação para Crianças Loucas Boarding School for twelve years. I have excepted and you will be leaving for there in two weeks."

They just nodded their heads and went off to pack. They knew that what their uncle did was for the best and besides he took them in so the didn't want to disappoint him.

Hobbiton, Bilbo's House, Third P.O.V.

"Uncle Bilbo why did you call Sam, Merry, and Pippen here," Frodo asked. "I have called for them because, with the permission of their parents, have signed all of you up for A Escola de educação para Crianças Loucas Boarding School. It goes for twelve years and you leave in two weeks," Bilbo replied.

Merry, Pippen, and Sam left to pack, to shocked to say anything while Frodo was excited at the prospect of learning new and more things.

Our world, At My New House, First P.O.V.

"So now that we've all finally met and know each other really well what do you guys want to do," I asked.

"First off we ain't guys and second off I don't know what to do. I am so bored," Carleen said. Everyone nodded their heads. I flopped down onto my king sized bed. My mom won the lotto, and my dad because one of the owners of his company. Don't ask me how its to confusing. He lost me after the first sentence.

So we moved to a secluded part of my state near Lake Michigan, onto a fifty-acre property. Oh and my mom now owns five relating companies so my families good for now.

"We could--," Angelique started to say before my parents yelled for all of us to come down.

"Ashley, Alicia, Angelique, Allison, Catherine, Carleen, Megan, Sarah, and Sara, we, your parents, have been talking and we have decided to send you to (here it comes ONCE again…) A Escola de educação para Crianças Loucas Boarding School. You will be there for twelve years. You leave in two weeks. Your stuff has already been packed so enjoy you last two weeks of freedom."

To stunned to say anything we went outside, into my forest, and screamed a blood curtling scream that could be heard for a mile but thankfully no one heard.