Tirion 2005...

A white '05 BMW sports car, with tinted black windows, cruised through the post-lunchtime quiet streets, well over the speed limit.

The car skidded around a bend, as though the driver was too absorbed in something else to really focus on where he was going.

Perhaps that something was the music blasting. One could hear the bass notes all the way down the street.

The car finally skidded to a halt, outside the national school.

Tyelkormo pulled on a pair of shades as he slowly stepped out of the car, as though he had all the time in the world. He casually raked a hand through his long silvery hair, subconsciously flexing his arm while doing so.

He proceeded to stroll into the school with his most intimidating, badass 'terminator' face.

He was also shirtless.

If these pesky, smart-arse, snobbish teachers thought that it was okay to call him in the middle of training and accuse his innocent, precious, beautiful Baby of being 'suggestive and inappropriate' with her uniform, they had another thing coming...

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Siofra was waiting inside the front door, unfazed by the fact she was in trouble. In fact, she beamed as her Atar strolled into the school. He would understand, unlike all of her cross and mean teachers...

Tyelkormo halted in front of Principal Eonwë, who stood at Siofra's side. He stared for a minute, playing the imitation game.

His eyes glanced at Siofra, who proudly wore an altered version of her school uniform, and he could not help the smirk of pride that flicked across his face.

'Mr Fëanorion...' greeted Eonwë cooly. '...I see now where your daughter gets her indecency from.' he spoke boldly, referencing Tyelko's lack of shirt.

Tyelko removed his shades, tucking them into his shorts, before throwing Eonwë an ice cold glare he had learned from his father, satisfied when the man took a subconscious step back.

'Indecent?' Tyelkormo questioned, using his scariest tone. 'I'll give you indecent. Calling me and my fiancé in the middle of training and telling us our five-year-old daughter needs to be collected from school for essentially being a slut... SHE'S FIVE YEARS OLD YOU DIMWIT! And what is more, this was not an hour before school ended! Could you not have waited ONE MORE FUCKING HOUR MAN!...'Scuse my french... Now, excuse me and my daughter. I have to go find her a babysitter for the afternoon and then return to the track and 400m sprints. So good day, thanks for nothing asshole!'

With that, Tyelko grabbed Siofra's hand, spun on his heel and stormed out of the school. Ever the hasty riser.

Eonwë was blank for a minute, then shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose and wanting desperately to scream.

He heard the office door to his left opening, and and glanced around to see his Vice, Ms Melian shoot him a knowing look.

'What?' he asked, slightly on edge.

Melian placed her hands on her hips. 'Celegorm Fëanorion just gave you plenty of reasons to expel that girl from the school. So why don't you? You would spare yourself from headaches over whatever those crazy people shout at us whenever their child gets in trouble.'

'Maybe he has a point.' Eonwë shrugged. 'The girl is only five. This isn't the first time I have thought the education system has gone over the top-...'

'Over the top?' Melian asked, in an aggravated high pitched voice. 'If anyone was over the top there it was him. Typical athlete, thinks he is superior to everyone else just because he can throw a scrap of metal!'

'Because Siofra Aranya's parents are Olympic champions we need to keep the girl in this school. She is already famous, 'The Olympic Baby!' Think about it. In ten years time, chances are she probably will be in the Olympics. Say she wins, then writes her autobiography...Do we want her to say we're the school that laid her foundations for her sucess, hence getting us reputation, fame and funds? Or do we want her to say one of the biggest obstacles was being expelled age five? And that's if we survive the retaliation from her extended family, I wouldn't be surprised if they attempted to burn the school down!' Eonwë looked at Melian with a know-it-all smug glint in his eye.

Melian sighed, exasperated. 'That is a very far fetched theory. But whatever, no one ever listens to me anyway, not even Elu or Tinúviel. And I always am the one to say I told you so. But who cares? Keep Siofra Aranya in the school. And you deal with the phone calls, where you have to listen to two twenty-two year olds wrestling each other for the phone, one blindly insulting us, the other ranting about P.B. times and splits and muscular time-under-tension and what not! And you can also deal with the parent teacher meetings, the exam report sheet, the summer play casting, the-...'

'Okay, okay I get the picture!' Eonwë sighed. 'Here's to eight school years going quick!'

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Mr Ossë taught sixth class, the twelve year olds, kids who thought that they called the shots in the school, because they were the eldest. Kids who were becoming teenagers, becoming arrogant, and cheeky and Ossë made sure the little shits didn't get put too high up on a pedestal.

Miss Uinen taught junior infants. The five year olds. Babies really. At least once a day she would have to console a child that they would, in fact someday meet their parents again... in two hours to be precise. Her days were filled with catchy, irritating, and creepy learning songs, with scraped knees and snotty noses... and with arts and crafts.

Today's art lesson had been particularly amusing. It is not everyday where one sees a five year old improvise on their uniform with craft scissors and go on to perform an impressively accurate rendition of the dance from Baby One More Time. Uinen wished she caught it on camcorder actually. Unfortunately, who decided to walk in on her class but Ms Melian.

As Uinen shamelessly wrapped her legs around Ossë's waist, sat on the window ledge, she caught a glimpse of Siofra Aranya and her Atar, the famous Turcafinwë Tyelkormo, walking to the white BMW parked outside.

'Damn' Uinen breathed, looking at the shirtless figure from above.

'Huh?' Ossë appeared puzzled, and followed her gaze.

'Oh for fuck's sake!' he exclaimed, on seeing what had grabbed Uinen's attention. 'Of course a fucking olympian walks by shirtless the very second you have me shirtless!'

'Maybe it's Karma for leaving our students unsupervised while we go 'photocopying.' Uinen smirked. 'And, whatever about Olympians, I think partime beach Lifeguards and surfer boys are far more sexy...' she fiddled with the fly of his jeans, and hitched up her dress.

'Flattery won't-... Oh... oh fuck, fuck yes!' Ossë moaned, before picking up Uinen and pinning her against the wall, her legs still wrapped around his waist as they began to grind into each other...

The Junior infants and the Sixth class kids enjoyed over an hour of unsupervised 'reading' time...

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Tyelkormo kept up his 'Schwartsnegger' impression until he had thrown Siofra's Barbie schoolbag into the boot, strapped her into he front seat, before sitting into the drivers seat and slamming the door shut.

Then he burst into laughter, Siofra looking at him happily.

'Oh, Baby, I am so proud!' He smirked, as he took in Siofra's impressive DIY Britney Spears costume. Her hair had been braided into two plaits, with little pom-pom gogos. She had procured a grey cardigan from somewhere, casting aside her usual navy school top. Her school blouse had been chopped into a crop top, and her tights into socks. She even held a cute little pink pencil in her hand. Celegorm wished he had his digital camera with him.

Siofra seemed delighted someone finally understood and appreciated her handiwork. 'I knew you would like it Atar! I don't know why they got so cross at me! I just wanted to be like Britney! And Miss Uinen liked it and everything, she even put on the CD of Baby One More Time! But then Ms Melian came in and ruined it!'

'I know, Baby, how dare they?!' Tyelkormo laughed, deciding Siofra had received enough scolding for this stunt, not that he could ever bring himself to speak against his daughter idolising Britney Spears...

'And actually, it was uncles Ambarussa who gave me the idea to do it!' Siofra added.

Tyelkormo raised an eyebrow, thinking Of course... those two little shits have their noses stuck in anything that spells trouble...

'At lunchtime, I met them in the yard, and they were telling me how when they had art class they used the paint and stuff to dress up as their heroes. Telvo dressed up as Hulk, he painted himself green, and Pityo pretended he was Captain America, but he didn't know how to make a costume so he just painted himself blue instead!' Siofra described Ambarussa's mischief as though the twins were the coolest uncles in the world.

Tyelko shook his head at what Siofra had just divulged. 'And how did they not get sent home?' he questioned.

'Oh they did.' Siofra replied. '4th class have a really nice teacher, Mr Olorin, and he didn't mind them dressing up, and said they just had to have baths when they got home. But Ms Melian was supervising the playground at break and caught them. Grandad Náro and Nanny Nerdanel came to collect them just before you did. Nanny pinched Grandad alot, to stop him from going absolutely bananas at Ms Melian, Mr Eonwë and Ambarussa.'

'Did they see you?' Tyelko asked, wondering why his parents could not have just collected Siofra for him.

'Yes.' Siofra stated matter-of-factly. 'They saw me and Nanny laughed and asked did I need a ride, but then Grandad laughed and said 'No, she doesn't need a ride. At last, Tyelko will understand what it is like to get interuppted during work to pick up a child refusing to cover their torso!'

'Ai... Tyelko raked a hand through his hair, thinking of the many times he got suspended for walking around shirtless, the many times his Atar would be raging at both the teachers and him, for making him rise from his craft... While he was by no means angry at Siofra for this, he now understood the frustration he must have provoked...

'Why are we in Ammë's car?' Siofra asked, glancing around.

'Ammë and I were training together when Ms Melian called us. We went to the track in Ammë's car.' Tyelkormo explained.

'Oh...' Siofra frowned, crinkling her little nose. 'I'm sorry Atar, I didn't mean to stop your training!'

Tyelkormo's heart melted at her little apology. His daughter was simply adorable! 'Dont worry about it, Baby. If I am honest, I was glad to get out of the track... Ammë and I were doing 400m sprints, and Ammë was absolutely slaying me on the track!' It was no lie, Tyelko had insisted he be the one to collect Siofra for that reason, to escape the dreaded laps. Though he told Írissë it was because he didn't want her to miss out on her training...

'Where are we going now Atto?' Siofra asked curiously, as Tyelkormo revved the engine.

'I have to go back to the track Baby. And you will only be bored there. So I am gonna drop you at Granny Anairë and Grandad Nolo's house for the afternoon, okay? And you can watch Baywatch and you'll probably see Itarillë at some stage and then later Ammë says she will take you for a run, alright?'

'Okay Atar!' Siofra replied enthusiastically, excited at the idea of seeing Itarillë. Her face then dropped in worry for a moment. Tyelkormo did not miss this.

'What's wrong?' he prodded.

'Do you think Granny Anairë will be cross at me for getting sent home early?' Siofra frowned. ' She can be scary sometimes.'

Tyelkormo laughed. He knew what Anairë was like with Siofra. While she was strict, she also spoiled her grandchilden rotten, and there was no denying the soft spot she had for both Siofra and Itarillë. If she did get 'cross' at them, it was nothing more than a brief little talk and a stern glare. Nothing compared to... a certain dreaded night almost six years ago...

'Baby, believe me, I know what Anairë is like when she is really angry, and you have not seen it, ever. You have nothing to fear.'

'How do you know, Atar? Siofra wondered aloud, turning to face him.

Tyelormo shook his head, suppressing a shiver as he recalled that fateful night in October 1999. 'Because I haveseen her angry. At me. And it is the most terrifying thing in the world.'

Siofra looked slightly fearful. 'What did you do to make her so angry?' she demanded, as if wishing to compare her situation.

Tyelkormo smirked fondly at the curious green eyes staring up at him, as though he were the wisest man on earth. 'Something far less innocent than impersonating Britney... but I'm not sorry...'

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The white BMW sped through the streets again, but drove a little more carefully this time.

The tinted black windows left no clue of the scene within.

Inside, two voices screamed in unison...

'OOPS... I DID IT AGAIN!'

'I PLAYED WITH YOUR HEARRTTT'

'GOT LOST IN THE GAAAAAAMMMMEEE'

'OH BABY'

'BABY!'

'OOPS... YOU THINK I'M IN LOOOOVVVVE'

'THAT I'M SENT FROM ABBBOOOOOVVVEEEEE!'

'I'M NOT!'

'THAT!'

'INNOCENT!'

The car skidded to a halt outside a tidy detached two story house in the suburbs. Tyelkormo let the song- and bopping and singing- finish, before turning the key.

As Siofra undid her seat belt, Tyelkormo put on his shades and stopped her for a minute before she hopped out of the car.

'Okay, Baby, if anyone- especially one of your uncles- asks what we were listening to, you say...?'

'M AND M!' Siofra responded, happy she knew the answer.

'Eminem Baby, yes that's right.' Tyelkormo nodded, never wanting to face whatever slagging his brothers or law-brothers might give him should they know Britney was his number one pop idol.

'And if Ammë asks where you were sitting in the car?' He continued.

'I was in my booster seat, in the back, because I'm too small to ride shotgun!' she rehearsed.

'Excellent. And when Ammë asks what I said to the teachers in your school?' Tyelkormo asked again.

'You were cross at them but you said no bad words because I'm not allowed to hear any!' Siofra beamed as she answered correctly.

'Yes Baby! Fist bump!' Tyelkormo laughed at his little girl with pride.

As Siofra leapt out of the car, Tyelko shouted one last request...

'And don't let Granny throw out that uniform! You're wearing it for Halloween!'

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Grandad Nolo was at work. Granny Anairë was busy sorting out paperwork or something awfully complicated like that. Uncle Finno cooked dinner.

Aranya sat happily on the sofa, eating sweeties uncle Finno bought for her, watching her favourite T.V. show, Baywatch, along with uncle Nelyo.

Lieutenant Mitch was in the middle of rescuing a family from a blazing boat, when uncle Turgon, uncle Arakáno and cousin Itarillë popped in on their way home from school.

'IDRIL!' Aranya sprung up and gave her cousin a fierce hug, almost knocking the girl over.

'Aranya!' Itarillë laughed. 'How are you here before me?!' Usually on a Monday Siofra would be picked up by one of her parents and brought to the track for the last hour of training, before visting Granny Anairë and Grandad Nolo.

Siofra gestured to her rig out. 'I got sent home because I dressed up as Britney!' On hearing this, Turgon and Nelyo locked eyes and struggled to keep their composure.

'Who introduced you to Britney, Aranya?' Turgon asked cunningly, already knowing the answer.

'MY ATAR!' She replied, before suddenly panicking. 'I mean... my, ahhh I mean AMMË! Atar only listens to M and M!'

'Oh yeah?' Nelyo asked smugly. 'Name one Eminem song, Siofra.'

Siofra thought for a minute... she knew Eminem was a rapper, but Ammë didn't let her listen because of the bad words, and Atar mostly listened to Britney... However, she did know a few rap songs... But were they by Eminem? ... It was worth a guess...

Of course, Anairë strolled into the living room just as Siofra guessed. 'FUCK THA POLICE!'

'SIOFRA ARANYA, WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?'

'Oh no.. I'm sorry... I didn't mean to!' Aranya pleaded.

'WHAT WERE YOU THINKING SAYING THAT UNDER MY ROOF?'

'I know! Granny, how could I be so silly? 'Fuck tha Police' is N.W.A's song!' Aranya crinkled her brow, annoyed at herself for making such an error.

Even Anairë laughed at that.

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An hour or so later, Siofra, Anairë, Nolofinwë, Turgon, Maedhros, Fingon, Argon and Idril all sat down for dinner.

The national school kids all talked about their day.

'Of course Ambarussa decided to paint themselves green and blue!' Nelyo shook his head at the antics of his little brothers. 'In future, don't listen to them Siofra. They have a knack for finding trouble.'

'Speaking of trouble, I think Mr Ossë will be fired if he keeps disappearing for hours on end 'photocopying'.' Argon, who was in Sixth class stated. 'Not that I'm complaining though. Today we had a competition to see how far a table gap we could jump over. We moved the tables an inch every time. I won! I'm the tallest in the class after all!' He beamed proudly.

'Argon! Don't be so reckless!' Anairë scolded. 'You could have fallen and hit your head!'

Argon just smirked.

'Ammë says you should do the long jump.' Aranya stated. 'She says you'd be a natural.'

Argon shrugged, but was flattered nonetheless. 'Meh, I dunno.'

'Any news from Senior infants, Itarillë?' Fingon smiled gently.

'Uhmmm well...' the quiet six-year-old began. 'We have to do a project about jobs and I have to do one about the police!'

'Ohhh interesting!' Nolo added. 'So what do you have to do?'

'I have to get pictures and write a little bit and then dress up as a policewoman and present it to the class.' Idril blushed.

'THAT'S SO COOL! You get to dress up and don't get sent home for it!' Aranya exclaimed. 'Is anyone going to be a lifeguard? I hope they do it next year 'cos I wanna dress up as C.J. !'

'Of course you do, mother's daughter.' Anairë sighed.

Idril looked down at her toes. 'My friend... Tuor.. his project is gonna be about Lifeguards.'

'Lucky!' Aranya babbled. 'Well, if you need handcuffs for your police costume I have some at home. And tell your friend that I also lifeguard shorts and a swimsuit, but they probably won't fit him, cos they're not mine, they're Atar and Ammë's.'

'Why do they have Lifeguard costumes Aranya?' Argon asked innocently.

'I don't know really, I think they like dressing up!' Aranya shrugged. 'On Ammë's birthday I made her a surprise breakfast in bed and when I walked into the bedroom Atar was handcuffed to the bed wearing his Baywatch shorts. And Ammë was in her red baywatch swimsuit and she had a blonde wig on like C.J. and everything!' Siofra smiled fondly at the memory and seemed to miss the several chokes of horror and coughs of surprise and suppressed laughs of the adults at the table...

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A nice long chapter here.

I have decided to make some of the Maiar the teachers at the National school, and some of the Valar will be the secondary school teachers.

Tyelko and Írissë still haven't married yet... I feel like they gonna be one of those couples who are engaged for years.

Ossë and Uinen seem to be the 'boldest' Maiar so... here they are having a sexy teacher hook up.

Argon, Ambarussa, Itarillë and Siofra are all in the same school at the same time... Eru help the teachers.

I love Tyelko here, like all of him. From the shirt off, to losing his shit at Eonwë, to screaming Oops... I did it again...

Please Comment, thanks to all who have read and given feedback so far!

SiofraMarina x