A/N: None of the Lord of the Ring characters are mine and so on and so forth. This is a Lord of the Rings in high school, a more modern one, not totally old fashioned. I was really bored, so it think that's it. This is an alternate universe (I don't think they have high schools in Middle Earth.)

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P.S. Sorry about the sucky summary. I suck at them.

Chapter One

"What's wrong with this picture?" I asked, Carmen, one of my friends. We were standing in the locker bay, while numerous freaks, we just call them freaks, we're the real freaks, stood around and made out.

"I don't know," Carmen replied. "Maybe it's because they just can't take it outside?"

"Maybe it's the fact that they're lemmings!" I screamed.

"That could be it," Carmen replied. "Oh shit! I need to go to class!" she screamed and hurried out of the locker bay. I just stood around, it was my free period.

At the moment, I bet you are wondering, who I am. Me, I'm an elf by the name of Amriell. I'm not the most popular (cough cough) girl in the school. Maybe that's an understatement. I'm not the most hated, yet. I have your average elf looks, blonde hair, blue eyes, blah, blah, blah. I have a problem with the popular girls, they get on my nerves.

I walked up to the library and sat down at the usual table, next to Katherine, my human best friend. "Hello," I said and picked up the incredibly thick book that I needed to read for History.

"Hi," she replied cheerfully. "Didn't you need to go to the counselor's office and pick up your fledgling?"

"Oh, crap," I exclaimed. Fledglings are the people who come in, midyear, and need to be shown around. I grabbed my stuff and ran to my room. I threw it on my desk and ran out.

About two minutes later I ran into the counselor's office. "Sorry I'm late!" I said, panting.

"Amriell, this is Legolas Greenleaf, I expect that you will show him around," the counselor said. I don't even know her name, funny.

I looked over the elf. Yes, he was attractive and if I knew anything, the lemmings would be swarming all over him. He seemed like the kind of guy that would fit right into the popular crowd, something I had never tried to do. He had blonde hair and blue eyes, and a slender form. How ever, he looked as excruciatingly vain and maybe a bit arrogant.

"I'm Amriell," I said, offering him my hand to shake.

"Legolas," he replied.

I motioned for him to follow me and walked out of the room. "May I see your schedule?" I asked, holding out my hand. He dropped the scrap of paper into the palm of my hand and followed me. Room B2 and he's going to have the same exact classes as me, I whined to myself.

I walked into the boy's wing, help me, and walked to room B2. "Here's your room, your stuff's already been put here by someone," I said and turned around.

"The best drinking fountain is on the second story, but don't bother going there unless you have time, the seniors can get nasty," I mentioned. We were all juniors, darn it. The seniors have all the privileges and fun. I took him on a tour of the school and then, after a moments thought, showed him my room. "If you need anything, just stop by. I'm awake until around twelve and I wake up around six and I'm a light sleeper, so finding me is never hard. You may need to have one of my friends get me; I'll probably be reading. Just tell them that I told you to tell them that if I am 'unavailable' to go steal my book. It works most of the time," I told him. "Anything else you want to know?"

"No, thanks," he said and shook his head.

"Hi," Katherine said, walking up to us.

"Hi," I replied. "Legolas, this is Katherine, she's a friend of mine. Katherine, Legolas," I said.

"Hey," he said. "I better get going." He took off.

"Ooh, lucky girl," Katherine told me. "You got the cute fledgling. Has he asked you on a date yet?"

"No, why would he?" I asked, throwing up my arms in the air as we walked into my room.

"One, because you're nice, two because you're pretty," Katherine mentioned as she sat down on her bed. "Must I go on? Three, because you're smart, I think that's enough now."

"I'm pretty?" I asked, sitting down in the chair next to my desk and pulling out my book. "I'm pretty? Since when was I pretty?"

"You've always been pretty," Katherine muttered.

"And since when was I nice?" I asked. "If you asked any of the lemmings, they would tell you I'm a sarcastic, cynical, antagonistic bitch."

"That's just how you act around them. You're really very nice. You just don't know it," Katherine replied, standing up to come and look over my shoulder.

"Whatever," I muttered and started reading. Lemmings are the popular people who, generally don't like my group of friends, just wanted you to know.

***

"Hi," I said, sitting down next to Katherine and Carmen. "What's up?"

"Nothing," Katherine replied. "Except that Niphredil is very interested with a certain fledgling of yours."

"Oh, there goes any chance I had," I muttered and looked down. Niphredil was the most popular elf in school, and I hated her. I could beat her up anytime, if I wanted to, but I didn't. I scanned the lunchroom and saw Legolas sitting with Estel, Boromir, Faramir, and Éomer, his roommates.

"Hey, what did I miss?" Denera asked, another of my friends.

"Well, Amriell's dream boy is, at the moment, practically claimed by Niphredil," Carmen said, grinning.

"He is not my dream boy!" I said through clenched teeth. "He's just a fledgling."

"Oh, so, what's his name?" Denera asked.

"Legolas Greenleaf," I said.

"Oh, the prince of Mirkwood," Denera said simply.

"Prince?" I squeaked. "No one ever mentioned that!"

"It's funny when you squeak like that," Carmen said.

"No it's not."

"Yes it is."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"NO!"

"YES!"

"Is this a table of five year olds or is it just me?" Denera asked Katherine.

"I heard that," both Carmen and I said at the same time.

"I think we might be," Katherine said, staring at Carmen and me.

"I don't get you people," I said, heading out. I walked to our room and walked into the bathroom after grabbing my pajamas. I stripped off my clothing and climbed into the shower. I sat in there for a while, thinking.

If there was anything I hated, it was falling in love with someone I didn't even know. I didn't think it was possible to, all you know about is their looks, and in the grand scheme of things, how much do looks matter?

"Amriell! Are you trying to drown yourself?" Denera screamed, pounding on the door. I had washed my hair five times, at least.

"Just washing my hair," I yelled back.

"Does it take that long to wash your hair?"

"Yes," I replied, turning the water off and stepping out.

"How many freaking times do you want need to wash your hair?" Katherine asked when I walked out of the bathroom.

"Enough times until it's clean," I muttered.

"Elves are really vain," Carmen commented.

"I knew that," I snapped. "I'm an elf, remember?"

"I was talking about you," Carmen said.

"That's what I was afraid of," I said to myself. "I'm going to bed. Goodnight."

A/N: What do you think? Should I continue it? Should I scrap it? Should I just sit here and ask "should I"s all night? Review, that's what the little button at the bottom of the page is for.

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