Disclaimer: All belongs to Tolkein. Well, not Vivienne, but who would
want her?
Hola mai chickadees!
It's a twist on the LOTR-character-comes-to-our-world shebang. Just read and you'll see. PG-13 for language (and extreme meanness)
Enjoy!
DON'T TELL MOM THERE'S AN ELF IN THE CLOSET
"Look at me,
you may think you see who I really am,
but you'll never know me…"
Ch-1 Vivienne
The bell rang and she strolled in late. But whatever. It didn't matter. She was Vivienne LeFay, and the school ran in circles around her.
She meandered casually past Mrs. Iverson who smiled weakly at her. What a pushover. The teacher was practically scared to look her in the eye. Grinning at the class, Vivienne dropped her bag on the ground and sat gingerly in her back row seat.
"Now that Miss LeFay has decided to join us, we can continue with our study of 'The Scarlet Letter'," Mrs. Iverson said softly and drew her pink cardigan around her shoulders. "Please turn to page 165."
There was a great commotion as books dropped on desks and pages fluttered to the desired spot. Vivienne put her head down on her desk. 7th hour naptime was bliss.
She had barely entered REM when someone tapped her on the shoulder. Raising her head and squinting in the sudden light, she found Craig Anderson hovering over her. "She's done for the day," he said and pointed to Mrs. Iverson who was calmly typing at her computer.
"Good," said Vivienne groggily. "Damn bitch was disturbing my nap." The three kids around her burst into hysterical laughter and Craig sat down in his seat in front of her.
"So what's up Vivienne?" asked Pam, the girl who sat next to her.
Vivienne sighed. "Oh not much, not much… Hey, is my makeup smudged?"
Pam pursed her lips and stared at Vivienne's face. "Yeah, kinda."
"Ohmaigod, give me your mirror now!"
Pam pulled a small black compact out of her bag and handed it to Vivienne. Pushing the tiny clasp, the compact popped open and Vivienne stared at her green eyes. Her eyelashes had fallen a bit and she angrily pushed them up with her finger. She blinked and studied her eyebrows. They would have to be tweezed that night. Closing the compact, she tossed it back at Pam.
"Has Tony asked you out yet?" chirped Britney, who sat behind Pam.
"No…" replied Vivienne slowly, "but I'm still riding in his Corvette so who cares?"
The three girls giggled and Britney brushed her bangs out of her eyes. "Tony's so hot," she murmured. "You're so lucky."
"That's what everyone says," sighed Vivienne. She, Pam, and Britney had met each other freshman on the cheerleading squad and had been best friends ever since.
"I'm so bored," Pam whined.
"So reapply your make up or something," said Britney.
"I just did that at the beginning of class."
Britney stared at her blankly. "And… your point?"
"I know what we can do." A smile curled on Vivienne's face. "Let's talk to Andrea."
The other two grinned wickedly and they leapt from their seats. Andrea Greenwood sat in the back corner of the room and always had her nose in a book. The three girls crept on her like jakals. "Oh Andrea…," crooned Vivienne sweetly.
Andrea raised her head, then flinched and slammed the book she was reading shut.
"Whatcha reading, Andrea?" asked Pam, sliding down in the empty seat in front of her and putting her elbows on her desk.
"Oh, n… 'nuthin." Andrea tried to shove her book in her backpack but Vivienne grabbed it and held it up triumphantly.
"Ooh… 'The Fellowship of the Ring'," Vivienne read off the cover. "How… exciting."
Pam and Britney howled with laughter and Andrea's cheeks turned red.
"Ooh, ooh guys are you ready?" Vivienne put on a huge faux smile as she flipped through the book. "Are you ready for some random lines from 'The Fellowship of the Ring'?"
Andrea nervously pushed her glasses up her nose.
Vivienne cleared her throat and spoke with the most mock-serious voice she could muster without laughing. " 'The face of Elrond was ageless, neither old nor young, though in it was written the memory of many things both glad and sorrowful. His hair was dark as the shadows of twilight, and upon it sat a circlet of silver; his eyes were grey as a clear evening, and in them was a light like the light of stars. Venerable, he seemed, as a king crowned with many winters, and yet as hale as a tried warrior in the fullness of his strength. He was Lord of Rivendell and mighty among both Elves and Men'." Vivienne closed the book and smirked. "Well he sounds like a dork."
"He's not a dork," Andrea said firmly. "He's one of the best characters in the whole book."
"Awww," cooed Vivienne, "do you have a crush on him?"
"Oh yeah, Viv, he's her type," said Pam. "Fictional."
The three shrieked like banshees and Andrea wiped something silver from her eye.
Vivienne glanced at the cover of the book, which showed a young man (at least it looked like a man) staring at a sword. "Who's this loser?" She questioned. "Nice mullet he's got there. I'll bet you like him too." Vivienne bent down to Andrea's face until she was 2 inches from her. "You do realize," said Vivienne softly, "that you are a colossal dork for reading this. Only losers could get through crap like this. No wonder you have no friends."
Just then the bell rang. Vivienne tossed the book in the air and it landed pages-downward on the floor. She sauntered out of the classroom with Pam and Britney on her heels.
"She's so easy to make fun of," said Britney.
"Tell me about it," Vivienne replied with a smirk.
The hallways swarmed with kids, most of who parted for Vivienne. Just another one of the many benefits of being beautiful. Vivienne jumped down the stairs 2 at a time and ran through the doors into the parking lot.
A red Corvette sat right outside surrounded by a group of kids. Vivienne pushed her way through and tossed her backpack in the back seat.
"Hey what's up?" Tony smiled, revealing two perfect rows of white teeth. Vivienne hopped into the passenger seat and buckled her belt.
"All right, people, move out," Tony waved his hand and the kids scattered.
"Bye Viv!" called Pam from the sidewalk.
Vivienne turned her head and waved as Tony's arm slipped around her shoulders. She faced him and could see his blue eyes smoldering over his mirrored sunglasses. "You ready?" he questioned.
Vivienne nodded and the car lurched slightly. Then without warning she was thrown back against the seat as the car roared from the parking lot. Tony turned right immediately and the sunlight glinted off of his wavy blonde hair. He drove the car with one hand on the steering wheel and one on her shoulder.
"So how was Iverson's class?" he called over the rush of the wind.
"Great nap as usual," Vivienne replied.
Tony laughed. "You know she's scared to fail you."
"Totally." Vivienne smiled.
"You going to the party?"
"Who, Brad's?"
"Yeah, this weekend. You going?"
She smirked. "Well… are you going?"
"Wouldn't miss it."
"All right then," she answered, "I'll see you there."
"No way, girl, I'll pick you up." The car slowed to a stop in front of her house. "9 'o clock sound ok?"
Tony smiled again and Vivienne felt her insides turn to mush. "Cool. See you tomorrow, girl." He drew her to his chest and the sweet smell of his cologne made her head spin.
"Woah," he said suddenly. He was looking up at Vivienne's house.
"What?" she replied.
"Your mom home?" Tony said.
"Don't think so." Vivienne's mom worked at a law firm until 6 and was never sick.
"Just thought I saw something move in your room." He blinked and squinted at the window. "Ah, whatever, it was probably just a bird flying past or something. See ya."
Vivienne grabbed her backpack, pushed the car door open, and trotted up her front lane. Tony's car screamed as he sped down the street. Retrieving her key from her backpack, she unlocked the front door and stepped inside. Tony had almost kissed her. But then the moment was ruined. She growled in frustration as she stomped through the hallway. When was he going to hook up with her? Wasn't it the girl who was supposed to be reluctant about this? She sighed as she pounded up the stairs. She had math homework but didn't even want to look at it for at least 2 hours. TV sounded like a good idea.
She pushed the door to her room open and would have thrown her bag on the bed if there wasn't already a man sitting on it. Vivienne screamed and ran out of the room.
That's it for now kiddies. Can you guess who our visitor is? Anyone who either knows me well enough, read the title, or caught my earlier foreshadowing should be able to. Hope you like it so far!
Hola mai chickadees!
It's a twist on the LOTR-character-comes-to-our-world shebang. Just read and you'll see. PG-13 for language (and extreme meanness)
Enjoy!
DON'T TELL MOM THERE'S AN ELF IN THE CLOSET
"Look at me,
you may think you see who I really am,
but you'll never know me…"
Ch-1 Vivienne
The bell rang and she strolled in late. But whatever. It didn't matter. She was Vivienne LeFay, and the school ran in circles around her.
She meandered casually past Mrs. Iverson who smiled weakly at her. What a pushover. The teacher was practically scared to look her in the eye. Grinning at the class, Vivienne dropped her bag on the ground and sat gingerly in her back row seat.
"Now that Miss LeFay has decided to join us, we can continue with our study of 'The Scarlet Letter'," Mrs. Iverson said softly and drew her pink cardigan around her shoulders. "Please turn to page 165."
There was a great commotion as books dropped on desks and pages fluttered to the desired spot. Vivienne put her head down on her desk. 7th hour naptime was bliss.
She had barely entered REM when someone tapped her on the shoulder. Raising her head and squinting in the sudden light, she found Craig Anderson hovering over her. "She's done for the day," he said and pointed to Mrs. Iverson who was calmly typing at her computer.
"Good," said Vivienne groggily. "Damn bitch was disturbing my nap." The three kids around her burst into hysterical laughter and Craig sat down in his seat in front of her.
"So what's up Vivienne?" asked Pam, the girl who sat next to her.
Vivienne sighed. "Oh not much, not much… Hey, is my makeup smudged?"
Pam pursed her lips and stared at Vivienne's face. "Yeah, kinda."
"Ohmaigod, give me your mirror now!"
Pam pulled a small black compact out of her bag and handed it to Vivienne. Pushing the tiny clasp, the compact popped open and Vivienne stared at her green eyes. Her eyelashes had fallen a bit and she angrily pushed them up with her finger. She blinked and studied her eyebrows. They would have to be tweezed that night. Closing the compact, she tossed it back at Pam.
"Has Tony asked you out yet?" chirped Britney, who sat behind Pam.
"No…" replied Vivienne slowly, "but I'm still riding in his Corvette so who cares?"
The three girls giggled and Britney brushed her bangs out of her eyes. "Tony's so hot," she murmured. "You're so lucky."
"That's what everyone says," sighed Vivienne. She, Pam, and Britney had met each other freshman on the cheerleading squad and had been best friends ever since.
"I'm so bored," Pam whined.
"So reapply your make up or something," said Britney.
"I just did that at the beginning of class."
Britney stared at her blankly. "And… your point?"
"I know what we can do." A smile curled on Vivienne's face. "Let's talk to Andrea."
The other two grinned wickedly and they leapt from their seats. Andrea Greenwood sat in the back corner of the room and always had her nose in a book. The three girls crept on her like jakals. "Oh Andrea…," crooned Vivienne sweetly.
Andrea raised her head, then flinched and slammed the book she was reading shut.
"Whatcha reading, Andrea?" asked Pam, sliding down in the empty seat in front of her and putting her elbows on her desk.
"Oh, n… 'nuthin." Andrea tried to shove her book in her backpack but Vivienne grabbed it and held it up triumphantly.
"Ooh… 'The Fellowship of the Ring'," Vivienne read off the cover. "How… exciting."
Pam and Britney howled with laughter and Andrea's cheeks turned red.
"Ooh, ooh guys are you ready?" Vivienne put on a huge faux smile as she flipped through the book. "Are you ready for some random lines from 'The Fellowship of the Ring'?"
Andrea nervously pushed her glasses up her nose.
Vivienne cleared her throat and spoke with the most mock-serious voice she could muster without laughing. " 'The face of Elrond was ageless, neither old nor young, though in it was written the memory of many things both glad and sorrowful. His hair was dark as the shadows of twilight, and upon it sat a circlet of silver; his eyes were grey as a clear evening, and in them was a light like the light of stars. Venerable, he seemed, as a king crowned with many winters, and yet as hale as a tried warrior in the fullness of his strength. He was Lord of Rivendell and mighty among both Elves and Men'." Vivienne closed the book and smirked. "Well he sounds like a dork."
"He's not a dork," Andrea said firmly. "He's one of the best characters in the whole book."
"Awww," cooed Vivienne, "do you have a crush on him?"
"Oh yeah, Viv, he's her type," said Pam. "Fictional."
The three shrieked like banshees and Andrea wiped something silver from her eye.
Vivienne glanced at the cover of the book, which showed a young man (at least it looked like a man) staring at a sword. "Who's this loser?" She questioned. "Nice mullet he's got there. I'll bet you like him too." Vivienne bent down to Andrea's face until she was 2 inches from her. "You do realize," said Vivienne softly, "that you are a colossal dork for reading this. Only losers could get through crap like this. No wonder you have no friends."
Just then the bell rang. Vivienne tossed the book in the air and it landed pages-downward on the floor. She sauntered out of the classroom with Pam and Britney on her heels.
"She's so easy to make fun of," said Britney.
"Tell me about it," Vivienne replied with a smirk.
The hallways swarmed with kids, most of who parted for Vivienne. Just another one of the many benefits of being beautiful. Vivienne jumped down the stairs 2 at a time and ran through the doors into the parking lot.
A red Corvette sat right outside surrounded by a group of kids. Vivienne pushed her way through and tossed her backpack in the back seat.
"Hey what's up?" Tony smiled, revealing two perfect rows of white teeth. Vivienne hopped into the passenger seat and buckled her belt.
"All right, people, move out," Tony waved his hand and the kids scattered.
"Bye Viv!" called Pam from the sidewalk.
Vivienne turned her head and waved as Tony's arm slipped around her shoulders. She faced him and could see his blue eyes smoldering over his mirrored sunglasses. "You ready?" he questioned.
Vivienne nodded and the car lurched slightly. Then without warning she was thrown back against the seat as the car roared from the parking lot. Tony turned right immediately and the sunlight glinted off of his wavy blonde hair. He drove the car with one hand on the steering wheel and one on her shoulder.
"So how was Iverson's class?" he called over the rush of the wind.
"Great nap as usual," Vivienne replied.
Tony laughed. "You know she's scared to fail you."
"Totally." Vivienne smiled.
"You going to the party?"
"Who, Brad's?"
"Yeah, this weekend. You going?"
She smirked. "Well… are you going?"
"Wouldn't miss it."
"All right then," she answered, "I'll see you there."
"No way, girl, I'll pick you up." The car slowed to a stop in front of her house. "9 'o clock sound ok?"
Tony smiled again and Vivienne felt her insides turn to mush. "Cool. See you tomorrow, girl." He drew her to his chest and the sweet smell of his cologne made her head spin.
"Woah," he said suddenly. He was looking up at Vivienne's house.
"What?" she replied.
"Your mom home?" Tony said.
"Don't think so." Vivienne's mom worked at a law firm until 6 and was never sick.
"Just thought I saw something move in your room." He blinked and squinted at the window. "Ah, whatever, it was probably just a bird flying past or something. See ya."
Vivienne grabbed her backpack, pushed the car door open, and trotted up her front lane. Tony's car screamed as he sped down the street. Retrieving her key from her backpack, she unlocked the front door and stepped inside. Tony had almost kissed her. But then the moment was ruined. She growled in frustration as she stomped through the hallway. When was he going to hook up with her? Wasn't it the girl who was supposed to be reluctant about this? She sighed as she pounded up the stairs. She had math homework but didn't even want to look at it for at least 2 hours. TV sounded like a good idea.
She pushed the door to her room open and would have thrown her bag on the bed if there wasn't already a man sitting on it. Vivienne screamed and ran out of the room.
That's it for now kiddies. Can you guess who our visitor is? Anyone who either knows me well enough, read the title, or caught my earlier foreshadowing should be able to. Hope you like it so far!
