Aragon quickly dashed into the school – he JUST made it! As he walked into the hallway he saw a pretty girl by Legolas's locker. 'Strange,' he thought. 'I thought Leggy doesn't go for girls…' As he checked her out, he noted her cascading waist length blonde hair, the white dress shirt, her tartan skirt and- wait. Nope. He'd recognize those paint spattered leggings anywhere. She was a he – to be precise, she was Leggy in a skirt.

"Legolas?" he squinted. The teenager turned around, a hopeful smile on his face. "Dude, what's with the skirt?"

"Um, it's…" Legolas looked around for Merry and Pippin, only to see Merry rolling on the floor, his jacket on fire, and Pippin running after him with a fire extinguisher. "Burns day?"

"Oh yeah," Aragon nodded. "I didn't know you were Scottish" he grinned. "But I like the skirt – it shows you off nicely, mate"

Legolas had the decency to blush, and smiled shyly.

"I'll see you at Gondor?" Aragon asked. Leggy nodded and watched him go. God, that was embarrassing – where were Merry and Pippin when you needed them?

"Sorry about that," Merry walked up behind him, still smoking partially. "You talked to him?"

"Good, I guess," Legolas shrugged. "But it's a good thing you're not fairy godmothers,"

"Eh? Whyzat?" Pippin came after them, having thrown the fire extinguisher somewhere.

"You're timing's the absolute WORST!"

"Not my fault I caught fire…" Merry grumbled mutinously

"OI! WHO PUT THIS FIRE EXTINGUISHER HERE?"

"Gotta go," Pippin dragged his best friend off with him. "See you in Gondor!"

*INSERT COOL POV TRANSITION HERE*

"Hey Leggy," Legolas looked up from his sketch of Aragon riding a Pegasus. "What d'you think we should do?" Frodo asked him

"About what?"

"Weren't you listening to Sam?" Frodo pouted. "All the clubs are supposed to have a charity event in the school fair this year – what should we do?"

"BETS ON WHO'LL ASK WHO TO THE DANCE!" Merry shouted

"NAIL ART STALL!" Pippin yelled back

"MAID CAFEEE!" Gimli's roar beat all of them

"YOU KNOW WHAT? I'M WITH STUPID!" Merry and Pippin chorused.

"Maid-café…" Sam obediently jotted down their idea. "OK, so we've got bake sale, play, betting stall, nail art, and maid café – who votes for what?"

With that, everyone agreed on maid Café – though Frodo had to be coaxed by the thought of Aragon trying out the maid costume.

"So that's settled then," Sam grinned. "I'll pass the application onto Professor Gandalf, and it should all be in order"

"Cool!" Legolas grinned. "Now I can get back to my work!"

"What are you working on?" Aragon moved over. "You seem really into it – you keep smiling at it,"

"Uh, um," Legolas looked around frantically – how creepy would it be to see you're the centre of a guy's artwork? He looked at his fairy godmothers, who had finally gotten the message.

"I SAY OLD BEAN!" Merry stood on his tiptoes and slung an arm around Aragon, pulling him in the opposite direction. "Leggy's art isn't your cup of tea really,"

"Yes, yes" Pippin joined in. "In fact why don't you hear us sing? I'VE GOT A LURRRVELLY BUNCH OF COCONUTSSSSSS-MMMPPPH!" Merry had just shoved a magazine down his throat.

"Go clean the Gondor closet out, Pip" Merry glared at him.

"OK! Want any of the stuff in there?"

"Just show what you think should be kept" Merry sighed. "Anyway, old chap – you'd rather be thinking of whom to ask for the dance!" Merry went on."Because surely you're not thinking of going with Arwen again?"

"I guess not," Aragon nodded. "I think she's a-"

"Horrible looking tart you should've thrown out years ago?" Pippin waved the mouldy pastry in Aragon's face.

"No, but more of a-"

"Hoe that's gotten way too old to mess around with?" Pippin then handed the tool to Merry.

"As I was saying," Aragon rolled his eyes. "She only really likes me for my-"

"PE-anuts that smell funny?" Pippin held out the bag

"I'LL MAKE YOU EAT THOSE IN A MINUTE PIP!" Merry snapped

"WHERE ARE YOU GUYS?" A voice boomed from outside. Then, Professor Gandalf stormed in, blood on his mankey robes

"Professor!" Pippin squeaked, and he and Frodo put on their prettiest puppy eyes. "Care for a spot of funny-smelling peanuts?"

"I want to talk to you about your choice," Gandalf ignored him and wiped the blood from his nose. "Are all of you doing the Maid Café right?"

"Yes sir,"

"And are all of you dressing in maid costumes?"

"Yes sir"

"Professor?" they turned to see a cheerleader with a large scowl on her face. "Is this really appropriate? I mean, they're BOYS dressing up as GIRLS – how pathetic can that get?"

"Eowyn," Professor Gandalf smiled kindly. "Did Arwen send you on her behalf by any chance?"

"Wh-what would make you think of that!" Eowyn spluttered

"The blood dribbling from your nose, my word stays, boys." Professor Gandalf grinned as more blood gushed from his nose like a water gun. With a calm dignified nod, he walked out of the Gondor classroom, leaving a blood trail behind him.

"I should go – I've got football practice," Aragon quickly left. The other stared after him, then back at Eowyn.

"Eowyn, Eowyn, Eowyn," Sam sat behind her and slammed the door shut. "Why would you want to muck up our plans?"

"I'm-I'm only following orders!" she blushed. "I-I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Now, now," Merry grinned deviously at everyone, then back to Eowyn. "We have rules in Gondor – and one of those rules involves spies and enemies,"

"Shall we show our dear guest what these rules involve?" Pippin smirked.

"NO! NO!" Eowyn's eyes widened

"Alright, if you insist," Frodo stood up. "I'll get the torture ready,"