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Chapter 4

I would have to take the music school bus, which was supposed to pick me up at my curb in a minute. It rolled up as I jumped from foot to foot impatiently, and I scrambled in.

"Hey guys!" I called, sitting down and popping out my earbuds for my iPod and sticking it back in my pocket.

"Hey." Was the reply. Our class was pretty tightly knit, since we did a lot of competition with other classes and schools. I stared out the window seriously, wondering exactly when the next elves would show up and if I would get any warning at all.

When we finally made it, I was a major case of nerves. I mean, seriously, we had last class, which meant lots of homework to practice, and also random essays to write in class for a grade, and on top of that I was anxiously awaiting the inevitable letter.

"Are you okay? You look a little green around the gills." One of my classmates asked me. I nodded wordlessly.

"Nerves." I rasped. He nodded, satisfied at my explanation, while I continued to sweat.

We entered class and the two hours commenced. I bit my lip and chewed my eraser as we wrote down the songs we had to practice. I gave a tiny smirk as I wrote down my own secret goal- the Lay of Luthien. And then came the essays. I blanched. One hour left. Come on, let it stay calm, please. I glanced up at the clock and shifted.

"You are to do an essay on the moonlight sonata by Beethoven. If you finish before others, then turn it in to me and you are free to do what you want in silence." The teacher told us. I squirmed.

"Is something the matter, Celine?" She asked peering over the rim of her glasses at me. I turned red as the rest of the class looked to me. I was usually the quietest of the group.

"Sorry, teacher. I'm just a little nervous today, because I'm kinda expecting a visit from my brothers who are really into role playing, and I have no idea if they'll come here or not." I replied hesitantly. Never hurts to be prepared. The teacher raised her eyebrows.

"I wasn't aware you had brothers. If they come, I'm sure that they'll give us quite a nice change." She said, and motioned for us to continue. I got mine done in ten minutes and after a re-check, turned it in.

Sliding back into my desk, I pulled my phone out and checked it. There was a message from Lark. 'At the dojo. Sensei's taken a liking to Maedhros. No trouble. Alright? Any developments?'

I hurriedly texted back. "Nope. Hoping it'll stay that way.' I sent it off just as there was a bling from my phone from another text. I opened it up and immediately sat up. Most of the students were done, only a few still working, I noted as I glanced around. I went back to the text and turned pale.

Celine,

Since you're in class still, I apologize for the inconvenience, but I couldn't convince them to stay any longer. There are four I sent to you. Two are rather eager to find you.

I explained to them what is going on, so they will a little more ready than Maedhros was, for your benefit. They know that you're supposed to take care of them, at any rate. Be careful with two of them- they are far less passive than Maedhros. The third and fourth should be quite polite, you will find.

In answer to your question you asked me just now in your mind, yes you may allow Lark to have responsibility for several of them to make it easier for you. Have fun!

Mandos

My eyes just about popped out of my head. No way. No way in Mordor or Angband or the void he was actually sending me four and leave me with five to care for- another text popped up. I hastily opened it again.

Celine,

Oh, I almost forgot, there are only three more after this. As for how long they will stay, that all depends on you.

Mandos

I bit back a groan, literally, I bit my lip so hard I made it almost spilt. Just then, the door flew open. I leaped up as all heads flew to the door and to me.

"Raich!" I moaned loudly, smacking my head against the wall. This was so not my day.

"An elfling like you should not use such words." A voice scolded me from the doorway.

"Assuming that by that she is the one we were supposed to find?" Another voice asked smoothly, a smirk in his voice. I looked up at the doorway. There were, yup, you guessed it, four elves in the doorway. I almost fainted.

Talk about looks- geez, thank goodness I have abnormal looks, or else I would never have pulled off the whole 'brother' spin. All four were varying shades of dark and long-haired elves, while I gritted my teeth and sucked in air through them.

"Hey. Yeah, I'm the one you're looking for. Good to see you, bros." I said, getting sarcastic near the end.

One of them was raven-haired, long and straight hair that shimmered in the light. He had jet black ebony eyes as well, with extremely pale skin. Okay, my guess is that he's Maeglin. Ai Valar, I was hoping I wouldn't get him.

The next was lighter haired than Maeglin, but still had dark hair, just more like a wine-color in the light. Like a really deep magenta purple. He had greyish-blue eyes as well. He also had a scowl on his face. Obviously Caranthir the dark. Come on, it can't get worse. Wait, don't jinx it, girl!

Then came one who screamed music. I mean, he had a harp in his hand. He had a dark brownish colored hair, but with a touch of blue under the light. His eyes were silvery, just like Maedhros', so I guessed that he must be Maglor. His face had a small smile on it, which made me feel a little better.

The last one made me almost topple over. Yes! I knew him well! His eyes were a beautiful rich blue, and he had light brown hair on top of that, rather odd, but still fetching. Fingon. Awesome. They were all dressed in their 'costumes' of course.

"Well then, let's go already." Maeglin said impatiently, shifting.

"Excuse me? I'm still in class!" I reminded them. Caranthir scoffed.

"And since you are obviously finished with whatever needs to be done, you can now be excused- with your permission of course." He directed the last remark at the dazed teacher. The whole class burst into titters as I fidgeted.

"O-of course." My poor teacher stammered, pushing up her glasses.

Well then, come on." Caranthir strode over and grabbed me, dragging me out the door while I tried to protest.

"Wait a moment, I still have things at my desk! Let me go!" I shouted, to the laughter of the class and my embarrassment.

"Nice role-playing!" One of them shouted. The others agreed.

"Hurry up, then." Maeglin complained. I grabbed my folder and turned to the class.

"Sorry, gotta go!" I waved awkwardly and bolted out the door.

We headed down the hallway as I fumed. "Pae-channas!" I finally blurted. "You can't just- oh never mind! Let's just get home." I sighed, giving up on my rant.

"Nice to meet you too." Caranthir said haughtily.

"Let me guess. You're Caranthir the dark. Black-eyes over there is Maeglin, harp-boy is Maglor, and the my personal favorite with blue eyes is Fingon. Right?" I asked dryly.

"Correct. And may I ask why I am your favorite?" Fingon asked me with a raised eyebrow. I suddenly grinned maniacally.

"Just because you're the best of this group, not including Maedhros." I replied with a snigger.

"Humph. Best indeed. Strange elfling you are. Usually it's Maglor who is most well-liked." Maeglin snorted.

"Look who's talking, strange-elf-from-the-woods. Sheesh, you're one to talk about me being weird. Besides, I can't have claim to Maglor. Lark is taking on responsibility of him. And Maeglin." I added hastily.

"What? Mandos never mentioned-"

"Yes he did, to me. He wrote me a note agreeing to that. She stays at my house anyway, so no worries. And if you're asking why those two, because she asked for Maglor, and I'm not dealing with both Maeglin and Caranthir. I only need one dark elf at a time under my responsibility." I added with a cringe.

"Well then. Where is Maedhros?" Asked Fingon, deciding randomly to pick me up and place me on his shoulders. I let out a squeak of surprise and squeezed my eyes shut. Man, they were all so tall...

"At the dojo- out with Lark." I said hastily, then pulled out my phone.

'Coming home. Come home quick.' I sent her the text.

"What is that?" Maglor asked curiously.

"It's for communication." I replied absently, just as Lark blipped in again.

'They came!? We're home. Maedhros just took a shower- man, so confusing to explain that concept.' I burst into hysterical laughter and buried my face into the brown hair of Fingon.

"My life is so messed up. Elves in my house-" I sighed as I finally managed to direct the group to my house. "As much as I like it, can you put me down now please, Fingon?" I asked. He obliged, and I opened the door.

"Celine and four elves are here!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, while the four elves cringed. "Sorry." I apologized, hustling them in and slamming the door shut in a hurry from the gawking people outside.

Lark bounded in and took one look. "Awesome!" Then she glomped onto Maglor. "I claim Maglor!" She declared. I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

"Yeah, Lark, we know. Mandos agreed to allow you to have responsibility of a few elves- in other words, he's all yours. I have nothing to do with him. Or the Prince of Gondolin. Lomion's all yours, girl. I've got Caranthir to deal with- or preferably I'm keeping him so Maedhros can keep him in line." I said with a grin, heading into the kitchen and moving to the pantry. My dad wouldn't be back for a week, and mom was out at the moment according to Lark.

"Maedhros, Gwador! Friends and brothers to see you! Do you want lunch?" I hollered into the living room, rummaging around trying to find something to eat. Lark gave everyone a seat.

"Yes, thank you Celine." I heard Maedhros tell me. Then there was a nice flow of elvish. My head popped out of the shelves with a loud yelp as I smacked my head against the underside of one.

"Wait, Lark, am I the only one?" I asked her, rubbing my crown. Her eyes were wide as she shook her head

"Nope." She replied, stunned.

"Well, trust Mandos to make things a lot more complicated." I snorted. "Now that we can understand elvish... Seriously." I huffed, moving back into the pantry.

"By the way Lark, I think there's supposed to be three more elves according to mr. Doom-and-gloom-take-that-you-stubborn-Noldor." I added with a smirk. Lark went into a spiel of laughter as I popped out of the pantry with an armful of ingredients.

The elves were staring at me. "What, never heard that one before?" I said with a snigger. "Ya have to admit that its true, though." I added, spreading out the stuff.

"Lark, need help here. We're having easy spaghetti for lunch." I said, handing her the box with the pre-made sauce in it, which she took. I started boiling the noodles while she set the sauce over the stove in a pot with water. She set the table while I put my folder away upstairs.

While she looked after the stove, I sat at the table with the armful of history books. "Okay, first things first is to read these. Maedhros, please tell them all you have learned." I begged. He nodded while the others began to pile him with questions.

I stood again and grabbed the laptop, opening to FF and reading as many plush toy collaboration fics as I could until Lark called me to come help her. Lunch was done.

"Umm, should we go out for dinner?" I asked her hesitantly. She nodded.

"Like for sure. I am not cooking twice in a day-"

"Then let me." Fingon called from the table. Lark and I exchanged looks.

"Okaaay. Mom's going to be..." I started.

"Let's leave it blank." Lark said dryly, setting the drinks out while I gave her the first plate to take to the table.

"Rule number one, no swearing in any language, you two." Lark warned Curufin and Maeglin, who gave her a withering glare. She wasn't fazed. "And don't give me that look either." She said curtly, coming back for the next plate.

"Rule number two-" that was me, taking the plate- "you two obey Lark only. You are not required to listen to me unless Lark says so." Here I pointed to Maglor and Maeglin.

"Rule number three, the last rule, you are to not get into fist fights. Verbal sparring is inevitable. Anything else will be fixed by me and Celine in any way necessary." Lark finished the list.

"And what gives you authority over us, nobles of-" Curufin started.

"Not who, what. Mandos to be exact." I piped in, sitting down at the table.

"Now eat, and please don't gag- we're going out as soon as we're done." I added, opening the dishwasher for good measure. The magical money envelope was full again, to my relief.

"I'm bored." Maeglin complained, while they all ate. I face-palmed through a mouthful of food.

"It's a nice place to practice music." Maglor noted dreamily, looking around. I smirked at Lark.

"Is there anything to do while you are out?" Fingon asked. We shot him an incredulous look.

"You're going with us, Fin." Lark replied, shoving her mouth full of noodles. "Mmph"

"Lark, wait until you're finished eating." I groaned. She smirked. "Davy Jones." I added with a snicker. She smacked me.

"Gothmog." I blurted randomly. "That was random." I noted, eyes sparkling at the looks of horror that the elves were giving me. Lark caught on.

"Catharoch." She answered.

"Hey! That's my old dog you're insulting!" I yelped. The elves were spluttering.

Lark and I went into spasms of laughter. "Man, Huan should be here to see his reaction." Lark sniggered.

"Feanor would kill me if he were here. As it is, I'm lucky all I got was Caranthir- is it true that he colored his hair?" I teased.

"Absolutely not!" Said elf shouted, insulted. I giggled and picked up my plate, taking it and putting it into the dishwasher. I went over and hugged him, to the undoing of Lark and the amusement of the others at his face. He was utterly shocked still.

"I should write that down as one way to get him to hush up." I noted smugly, going back to the laptop still on the table and searching for more fics.

Just then, I let out a strangled shout. "Noooooo!'