Gandalf was doing a research on the main races of Middle Earth for the
council of the Wise (who just couldn't do it themselves). So he decided to
use his fellow friends as his guinea pigs. He made them study their heads
off about language, art, mathematics and science (which they had no idea
what it was). It had gone well for the last few months. They had attended
each and every one of his classes, although reluctantly and now is the time
to test what they had learnt.
Gandalf gathered them together at the Big Hall. It looks...well...it looks like any other examination halls with the plain, white walls and carefully arranged table and chairs.
Gimli groaned and scratched his bearded-chin, "Can you tell us why we are here again?"
Gandalf took off his hat and hung it on the hat-stand. "For the nine- hundred-fifty-third-time, I'm doing a research on the few main races in Middle Earth so just go in and take your test!" he replied, frowning with irritation.
"Hey, that doesn't have anything to do with me. It's your problem, anyway, not mine."
"Yeah, and not mine too," Aragorn piped in. He hadn't looked any better and certainly still need a good bath.
Legolas skipped into the hall merrily. He had studied well last night (argh...Legolas revised his lessons??!!) and he felt sure about himself.
Frodo looked like he is going to cry and kept chanting, "I'm going to fail this test...I'm going to fail this test...I'm going..." and he knocks his head on one of the table corners and fell unconscious. Sam ran quickly to his side and shook his master's shoulders so hard that he seems to be breaking apart. "Frodo, Frodo! Are you all right? I'm here, I'll stay by your side and never leave you again..." he said and blushed when he noticed that everyone else is staring at him.
"SAM! Why are you here? I did not choose you to be my guine...ahem...I mean my research helpers," Gandalf bellowed, pulling Sam away from his beloved master. Frodo awoke at that moment and everything began to go in slow motion. Like in the movies when two lovers are going to depart from each other.
"No, Sam! Don't leave me here alone..." he said, grasping Sam's hands as if for dear life. Sam held on with both his hands as Gandalf pulled him out of the Hall. Their hands slipped and they tried to reach for each other's fingers...just a tiny bit more...and...SLAM! The door closed on them. "Sam..." Frodo broke down and cried and everything returned to normal speed.
Gimli huffed and sat on one of the hard wooded chairs, his stoat feet hanging because the chair was too high. "Are we going to start the exam or not?"
"Not yet, not yet!" cried Boromir. He was still revising. He had a thick book in front of him and his reading glasses on the bridge of his nose. "I haven't read finish this chapter yet! I'm not going to fail this test, you know?"
"Hah, I'm not worried what-so-ever...I've got all the formulas at my fingertips," Legolas said proudly, showing off his perfectly manicured nails (short...). He flipped his golden hair and turned away with disgust from the humans.
"Alright, if you're so sure of yourself, let's have a contest. We'll see who's the smartest of us all," Gimli challenged, shaking his fist.
Frodo cowered in fear as Gimli and Legolas shot dagger-glares at each other.
"I'll prove to you that Dwarves are the smartest race on Middle Earth!"
"Hah, your kind can never challenge the great wisdom of the Elves!"
"Wait, wait...humans are just as wise, you know." Boromir cut in and received dagger-stares from the dwarf and elf. "Err...ahah...maybe not." And he continued to read his book.
Frodo decided to keep quiet in case they all jump on him when Sam is not around. Aragorn seemed not to care at all about the exam or whatever was happening around him. He sat, dreamily thinking of faraway someone...*ahem ahem*
Gandalf returned with a stack of papers and dumped them on the teacher's table. Boromir inched closer to the table and was hit on the head by Gandalf when he tried to peep at the questions.
"Ouch..." he complained.
"Now no cheating here, okay. You know the rules - no peeping, no signaling, no talking..." and he went on for hours about the examination rules. Aragorn had fallen asleep and Gimli is swinging his dangling feet. Legolas is adding another braid to his hair and Frodo is doing something suspicious. Boromir inched near the papers and was hit on the head again by Gandalf.
Gandalf ended his speech and sighed with relief. He really hoped this research works. He had chosen two men in this research because he didn't trust Aragorn would put much effort in helping him. All he thinks of is a faraway person. He ordered them to clear their tables and passed the papers to them. It was an easy mathematics paper, or so Gandalf thought. He had reached Frodo's table and saw various scribbling on the table. "Frodo! You're trying to cheat! I'm going to cut your marks off for this!!!" Gandalf raised himself into a looming figure above Frodo and the room darkened. "But...but...I was just..." Frodo begged with his impossibly blue puppy eyes and whimpered.
Gandalf cleaned the table of its formulas and chucked the exam papers into Frodo's hands. "No more 'buts'...do your exam properly and I'd see if your race is better than the rest of them." Frodo stuck his lower lip out and thought, "Oh, so the fate of my people rests on my shoulders...AGAIN!!!" and scanned the paper. He gulped when he saw the questions.
Legolas was eager to receive his paper and started to answer the questions as soon as the paper touched his hands. And he thought, "Oh, this is such an easy question and this...ahhaha...even a child can answer"
Gimli huffed when he saw how confident Legolas is. He yelped when he saw the questions paper. And he thought, "Oh how am I going to win the contest now?"
Gandalf slammed the table where Aragorn was sleeping. It was wet with gooey saliva and Gandalf look with disgust at his now wet hand. Aragorn looked up with blurry, dreamy eyes as Gandalf placed his hand on his shoulder (the wet one...wiping the stuff off). "Wake up you gross man and answer the papers!" Aragorn looked at the paper and thought, "Oh, why can't I dream of my faraway someone?"
Boromir gripped the table in fear. He hadn't read the few last sentences of the book...what is he to do? His eyes popped when he saw the question papers. He flipped through the papers, scanning every single one and swallowed. "Oh, I'm so going to fail...I studied for the wrong paper!"
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A/N: Yeah, I know the story is not funny and I suck at writing so go on and flame me...I don't care
Gandalf gathered them together at the Big Hall. It looks...well...it looks like any other examination halls with the plain, white walls and carefully arranged table and chairs.
Gimli groaned and scratched his bearded-chin, "Can you tell us why we are here again?"
Gandalf took off his hat and hung it on the hat-stand. "For the nine- hundred-fifty-third-time, I'm doing a research on the few main races in Middle Earth so just go in and take your test!" he replied, frowning with irritation.
"Hey, that doesn't have anything to do with me. It's your problem, anyway, not mine."
"Yeah, and not mine too," Aragorn piped in. He hadn't looked any better and certainly still need a good bath.
Legolas skipped into the hall merrily. He had studied well last night (argh...Legolas revised his lessons??!!) and he felt sure about himself.
Frodo looked like he is going to cry and kept chanting, "I'm going to fail this test...I'm going to fail this test...I'm going..." and he knocks his head on one of the table corners and fell unconscious. Sam ran quickly to his side and shook his master's shoulders so hard that he seems to be breaking apart. "Frodo, Frodo! Are you all right? I'm here, I'll stay by your side and never leave you again..." he said and blushed when he noticed that everyone else is staring at him.
"SAM! Why are you here? I did not choose you to be my guine...ahem...I mean my research helpers," Gandalf bellowed, pulling Sam away from his beloved master. Frodo awoke at that moment and everything began to go in slow motion. Like in the movies when two lovers are going to depart from each other.
"No, Sam! Don't leave me here alone..." he said, grasping Sam's hands as if for dear life. Sam held on with both his hands as Gandalf pulled him out of the Hall. Their hands slipped and they tried to reach for each other's fingers...just a tiny bit more...and...SLAM! The door closed on them. "Sam..." Frodo broke down and cried and everything returned to normal speed.
Gimli huffed and sat on one of the hard wooded chairs, his stoat feet hanging because the chair was too high. "Are we going to start the exam or not?"
"Not yet, not yet!" cried Boromir. He was still revising. He had a thick book in front of him and his reading glasses on the bridge of his nose. "I haven't read finish this chapter yet! I'm not going to fail this test, you know?"
"Hah, I'm not worried what-so-ever...I've got all the formulas at my fingertips," Legolas said proudly, showing off his perfectly manicured nails (short...). He flipped his golden hair and turned away with disgust from the humans.
"Alright, if you're so sure of yourself, let's have a contest. We'll see who's the smartest of us all," Gimli challenged, shaking his fist.
Frodo cowered in fear as Gimli and Legolas shot dagger-glares at each other.
"I'll prove to you that Dwarves are the smartest race on Middle Earth!"
"Hah, your kind can never challenge the great wisdom of the Elves!"
"Wait, wait...humans are just as wise, you know." Boromir cut in and received dagger-stares from the dwarf and elf. "Err...ahah...maybe not." And he continued to read his book.
Frodo decided to keep quiet in case they all jump on him when Sam is not around. Aragorn seemed not to care at all about the exam or whatever was happening around him. He sat, dreamily thinking of faraway someone...*ahem ahem*
Gandalf returned with a stack of papers and dumped them on the teacher's table. Boromir inched closer to the table and was hit on the head by Gandalf when he tried to peep at the questions.
"Ouch..." he complained.
"Now no cheating here, okay. You know the rules - no peeping, no signaling, no talking..." and he went on for hours about the examination rules. Aragorn had fallen asleep and Gimli is swinging his dangling feet. Legolas is adding another braid to his hair and Frodo is doing something suspicious. Boromir inched near the papers and was hit on the head again by Gandalf.
Gandalf ended his speech and sighed with relief. He really hoped this research works. He had chosen two men in this research because he didn't trust Aragorn would put much effort in helping him. All he thinks of is a faraway person. He ordered them to clear their tables and passed the papers to them. It was an easy mathematics paper, or so Gandalf thought. He had reached Frodo's table and saw various scribbling on the table. "Frodo! You're trying to cheat! I'm going to cut your marks off for this!!!" Gandalf raised himself into a looming figure above Frodo and the room darkened. "But...but...I was just..." Frodo begged with his impossibly blue puppy eyes and whimpered.
Gandalf cleaned the table of its formulas and chucked the exam papers into Frodo's hands. "No more 'buts'...do your exam properly and I'd see if your race is better than the rest of them." Frodo stuck his lower lip out and thought, "Oh, so the fate of my people rests on my shoulders...AGAIN!!!" and scanned the paper. He gulped when he saw the questions.
Legolas was eager to receive his paper and started to answer the questions as soon as the paper touched his hands. And he thought, "Oh, this is such an easy question and this...ahhaha...even a child can answer"
Gimli huffed when he saw how confident Legolas is. He yelped when he saw the questions paper. And he thought, "Oh how am I going to win the contest now?"
Gandalf slammed the table where Aragorn was sleeping. It was wet with gooey saliva and Gandalf look with disgust at his now wet hand. Aragorn looked up with blurry, dreamy eyes as Gandalf placed his hand on his shoulder (the wet one...wiping the stuff off). "Wake up you gross man and answer the papers!" Aragorn looked at the paper and thought, "Oh, why can't I dream of my faraway someone?"
Boromir gripped the table in fear. He hadn't read the few last sentences of the book...what is he to do? His eyes popped when he saw the question papers. He flipped through the papers, scanning every single one and swallowed. "Oh, I'm so going to fail...I studied for the wrong paper!"
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A/N: Yeah, I know the story is not funny and I suck at writing so go on and flame me...I don't care