Blake Whitley

Quick Note From E: This story will be 4 fanboys, and they will be attending TFA at the same time as the girls, so introducing: Britte, and her character Blake. Yay *claps*

E's Note:

*this will now be pasted on every chapter from now on*

TFA Fangirls, or Fanboys, or Special Edition- whichever one you're reading, isn't the only one in this series/whatever you want to call them, we have TFA Fangirls, TFA Fanboys, and a Special Edition 5th year story as well. Go check them out! :) Thank you for reading our stories and we hope you liked them!

-E, C, F, N, B, L, H, L, Em

"Blake. Cut your hair, for goodness' sake!"

"No, mum." I say, turning the pages of one of my books. "I'm not allowed to."

"Why not?" my mum replies, sighing and shaking her head. "Not one of your fanningdoms again."

"Mum, they're called fandoms." I say under my breath, irritated.

"So it is because of your fandoms!"

I stare at the written pages without reading anything. "It's not just a fandom. It's a lifestyle."

"They're just books!"

"MUM, ABNEGATION SAYS THAT I CAN ONLY CUT MY HAIR EVERY THREE MONTHS." I shout, trying to tell her that it is inescapably clear that I can't cut my hair so often.

"Don't you shout at me." My mum responds. She doesn't shout, which surprises me. No, she almost whispers it. It feels like the words are dripping down my back, and they make me shiver.

"Give me your books."

"No." I say, quickly collecting the books that lie on the dining room table, and protecting them with my hands.

"Give them to me. Now."

"NO! THEY'RE MINE!"

"Now, Blake Whitley. NOW!"

I run upstairs, books still clenched to my chest, and while taking my most precious books out of my bookcase I search for a bag big enough to put them in. As I close the bag, I take a bottle of water with me (which I left on my desk that morning), and an apple. I stampede down the stairs as my mum shouts: "DON'T YOU LEAVE THE HOUSE BLAKE." I'm already outside.

I run down the street, turn right and within a matter of time, I find myself surrounded by meadows, covered in some type of flower that I don't know by name. I climb a wooden fence and sit down in a corner, dropping my bag next to me.

My parents have been divorced since a couple of months ago, and my mum is suffering from a light depression at the moment. She doesn't understand what books mean to me. They're not just books. They're whole new worlds. Worlds you can escape to.

As I kick a dirt clod to the other side of the fence, I hear the sound of hooves. I quickly get up, and look in the direction the noise comes from. It's a rider – of course it is, silly, I tell myself.

There are lots of riders here. And still… I'd had this fandom-tingling in my stomach when I first caught a glimpse of him – and he's riding right towards me. He – or well, I think it's a he, he's got very long silver hair – comes closer and closer and soon I can recognize his face.

"Never!" I shout, almost laughing. This must be a prank. It's a prank. And still something inside me whispered that it wasn't.

"Who are you, shouting to me as you trample underfoot the fruits of this earth!"

My eyes widen and I laugh. I've never felt so happy before.

"I'm Blake!" I shout.

"Now, tell me Blake, how old are you?"

"Twelve." I respond, looking up at the man, but was it a man?

"Don't you think twelve is an extraordinary age?"

"Actually… No sir."

"Not an age on which unexpected events can take place?"

I'm searching the ages of all people in the books I've read… let me see… 9… 11… 16…

50…

"Not that I know."

"Well…" His sky-blue eyes investigate me from head to foot. I see that he's considering giving away the reason why he's here. "Do you know who I am, Blake?"

"Legolas Greenleaf." I whisper. "Son of Thranduil."

"That's right. I am Legolas. And I'm proud to announce you that you've been chosen to attend The Fandom Academy. You'll be going by boat on 12th of August. Here, take this piece of paper."

He searches in a bag and throws a thick, parchment envelope at me. "See you later."

"Alligator," I whisper but before I've reached the -r, Legolas has vanished into thin air.

What the heck was that?