Pippin Took looked at his watch. He was going to be late for the Gondor meeting! And he wouldn't want to miss a frat meeting even if Miss Galadriel was changing in the hallway (he would go and bring the other guys to watch).

He ran down the hallway to the Gondor's classroom. As he passed, he saw his frat brother Aragon with his girlfriend Arwen. He sighed as they made out – sooner or later, there was always going to be a drama with them. Arwen wanted Aragon to drop the fraternity – she said it was for 'sad fags with no social lives other than gaming and parcheezi'. He had to disagree; the only gay person there was Leggy – he and Merry had a bromance blooming, but that didn't mean they oogled the first pretty girl that came by.

As he could see, they were intensely making out. Aragon might just be getting some tonight, Pippin thought happily as he watched the scene unfold.

"So are you going to or not?" he was disappointed as Arwen pulled away and opened her big fat mouth. "You need to leave that dump; that club's for fags and skitzos."

"Arwen, they're my friends – I can't turn my back on them," Muscular, handsome Aragon sighed. Pippin couldn't help but pull a Leggy and smile to himself as the older male's back rippled (God, Legolas PINED for him, it was almost funny to watch). "We'll see OK?"

"Aragon, I can't be seen dating someone who hangs out with idiots," Arwen snapped. "Did you SEE that Perry and Pimpkin manhandling each other?" But, as she saw his reaction, she pulled away. "You're one of them aren't you?" Pippin huffed his chest out – it was Pippin, bitch. Short for Peregrin!

"Arwe-"

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" the girl ran off. Pippin scowled. He hated that bitch – she was ungrateful, whiny (even whinier than Leggy; at least Leggy was cool) and worst of all, she thought he was the CUTEST thing that ever crawled out of their Gondor rock. She was always pinching his cheeks whenever they walked by each other – one of these days she just might rape him.

"Pip?" Crap. Aragon had seen him, and was walking towards him. He had nowhere to run, so he smiled his cutest smile. He was three years his senior – maybe he might think he was being cute. "C'mon, let's go" slinging an arm around him, Aragon led him to their classroom.

They entered the room. Everyone else was there – Merry, his best friend and together they were the best scientific pranksters in the school; Sam Gamgee, math whiz; Gimli, the top drama student, Frodo, the top journalist; and Legolas, the top artist in the school. Technically, the Gondor gang were only the elite set of their school. They had one period together – the normal kid's form period – and this was it. As for himself and Aragon, Aragon was the top athlete in the males, beating most of the teachers as well. Little Frodo, who had a tendency to talk too much and be annoying the others in any way possible, however was a beast at photography, with a tiny slim camera usually in his pocket.

"Guys, I'm thinking," Aragon stated. "I can't hang out with you guys anymore,"

"WHY?" Everyone yelled, Leggy yelling the loudest from his easel in the corner. When the shouting died down, he went back to painting his picture of a kitten.

"Well, Arwen's saying she'll only go out with me if I leave," he shrugged. "And since I don't get dates that often -"

'Liar,' Pippin thought. How could he leave? Arwen was such a bitch – she didn't deserve him! He looked at Legolas, who was painting with a bit more vigour than usual. The poor guy was going to be devastated if he left.

"…so either that or get me a new date" he chuckled. Legolas looked up hopefully.

"WE WILL!" Everyone chorused with determination.

"Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind" Gimli mused, looking like he had been snorting crack. Well, almost – he had been drinking the wine he and Merry had made in Biology. Aragon looked at it closely, narrowing his eyes. For some reason it was green –despite the fruit they made it from originally being orange 'rafiki passion fruit' – something Merry had brought back with him from his trip to Africa.

"GIMLIIIIII!" Pippin shrieked. "DID YOU CHUG ALL THE WINEE?"

"Hic," Gimli burped

"GIMLIIII!"

"OK guys," Sam banged the gavel he was holding on a desk. "We need to get Aragon a date. A real looker,"

"Yeah, they need to be artistic too," Merry mused.

"Guys-" Pippin started

"And they need to get on with all of us" Frodo agreed

"Guys-"

"AND NEED TO LOVE SKAKESHPEAA!" Gimli hiccupped.

"Guys-"

"AND PONNIIIIEEEESSSH AND UNICORNNNSSS!"

"GUYS!" Pippin banged his hand on the table

"What?" Sam looked annoyed that he couldn't smack his doink-doink.

Pippin didn't say anything, only pointing to the feminine, artistic Legolas who was painting a picture of Shakespeare riding a white pony. They all looked at each other with wide grins.

"How would Leggy look in a skirt?" Merry murmured.

Hope you liked it! I know, I don't really like Arwen to be honest, but if you don't like the plot (for whatever reason) review and I'll try improve it ^^"