A Day at Middle-earth Academy

by Arodiel

Summary: This story takes place when the characters in the "Lord of the Rings" are teenagers. So yeah, this is their story.

Disclaimer: I don't own them, and I never will own them. Bugger. --

Author's note: I know, I know, these characters would never be in the same school at the same time because of races and ages, but how about we use our imaginations and pretend a little! And I wrote this story a really long time ago and just recently found it in my closet, so yeah, it's old. I don't really like it, I actually think it's rather corny, but you might like it- so there's no harm in posting it! Please review!!!

Chapter 1- The Note

"Ugh," sighed Gimli, "I'm sick of all this history junk. I mean, how am I supposed to know who the only heir to the throne of Gondor is, or who the next King of Mirkwookd will be?"

"It is not that hard to figure out, dufus," replied Legolas as he threw a crumpled up piece of paper at Gimli. Legolas turned to Aragorn, expecting him to break the news to Gimli that they, infact, were the heirs to the thrones of Gondor and Mirkwood. But rather than replying to the dwarf's comment as Legolas thought he would, the elf found Aragorn staring ahead of him as if he were daydreaming.

"Aragorn!" hissed Legolas as he kicked the back of Aragorn's desk. "Aragorn!"

"Hmm, what?" asked Aragorn, who felt rather embarrased at what he was doing.

"What are you looking at?" whispered Legolas. The human teacher looked up from his work for a moment, but didn't notice any disturbances in the class (he was a very old human, being mostly deaf and partly blind). Legolas repeated his last question to Aragorn in a slightly quieter voice so as not to disturb the teacher.

"Um, uh," stuttered Aragorn, who was now turning read at his cheeks, "her." Aragorn pointed to one of the girls on the front row.

"Why are you staring at Mary?" asked Gimli. (Mary wasn't what you would call a pretty girl.)

"No, not Mary," said Aragorn in an offended tone of voice. "The girl next to her. I don't know her name."

"Eowyn?!" Legolas practically said in his normal speaking voice. The teacher didn't hear Legolas, but Eowyn had. She turned around and looked at the elf, who was two rows behind her. At the mention of her name, Eowyn was determined to find out what Legolas was talking about.

"What do you want?" she whispered rather loudly to him.

"Nothing," answered Legolas. "I was just, um, seeing if I could, uh, name everyone in the class! Yes, that is what I was doing; naming everyone in the class." Legolas chuckled nervously and continued, "Where was I? Oh now I remember: Myself, Aragorn, Gimli, Eowyn...".

While Legolas kept pretending he was listing all the students' names, Eowyn glared at him. She knew Legolas was up to something- and she was going to find out what.

Aragorn began scrambling through his bookbag to find a piece of paper so he could write a note to Eowyn. He finally got one, but discovered his handy-dandy mechanical pencil was out of lead. Aragorn turned to his left, snatched Gimli's pencil out of his hand, and began writing. He was finished less that a minute later and gave the pencil back to the pouting dwarf. Unfortunately, Eowyn had turned back around to face the front of the room when she lost interest in Legolas babbling on to himself.

"Pst!" whispered Aragorn. "PST!" He kept this up for several minutes, using other ways such as coughing and dropping his books all over the floor to try and get Eowyn's attention, but all attempts were in vain.

After several minutes, Eowyn finally turned around to face him. Aragorn showed Eowyn the folded up note with her name on it and began to toss it. Eowyn had her hands ready to catch the note, but Legolas snatched in out of Aragorn's hand before he could throw it. Legolas began opending the note, ignoring the threatening looks he was getting from Aragorn.

Eowyn looked at Legolas and then to Aragorn in confusion. She mouthed the words "Isn't that mine?" to Aragorn, and he nodded to show she was correct. He then pointed to Legolas and shrugged his shoulders.

Legolas was shocked when he read the note. It said the following:

'Call me! My number is ARAGORN (272-4676).

Love, Aragorn'

Legolas gasped and quickly folded the note back up and placed it inside his Pirates of the Caribbean folder. Legolas stared at Aragorn in shock; Eowyn looked at Legolas with confusion; Aragorn sank lower in his seat with devastation; and Gimli sat in his desk, still pouting about the pencil incident. Trouble was on the way...

So, did you like it? I don't blame you if you didn't. I wrote this a long time ago, and I never really worked on it, so it's probably really bad. The chapters to follow are better than this one, trust me. But no matter what you thought of it, good or bad, PLEASE REVIEW!!!