The Fellowship of the Ring in the Fourth Grade
Disclaimer: I own only the plot and the teacher, Ms. Whatamidoinghere.
A/N: I love all the reviews! I just put this on a few days ago! I guess you like it then? Then more power to you and more to come!
The bell rang, and the students ran for their desks before the teacher, Ms. Whatamidoinghere, could walk in and pierce them all with her fake glare. "Oh, drat!" whispered Strider. "Hey, nerd, I forgot my homework. Gimmie yours so I can copy it." Boromir scoffed, "And what would a Ranger care of Math assignments?" Legolas swiftly stood from his seat and said, "This is no mere Ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your homework." Boromir looks in disbelief at Aragorn. "This is Isildur's heir?" Legolas finished, "And son of the football coach." At that moment the teacher entered. "Sit down, Legolas. Now, today is the day of the test. You all need a #2 pencil." Legolas asked Gimli (nicely) if he could borrow a pencil, and the dwarf spat, "I will be dead before I see my pencil in the hands of an elf!" All the elves in the room stood to protest. Galadriel tossed her hair over her should and said, "You boys are, like, sooooooo stupid!" Elrond stood and calmy said, "All races must share this one doom, this multiplying qiuz. You will unite or you will fail the tests. The teacher, annoyed, eventually announces recess.
Two elderly looking boys are shooting spells at each other with wooden staffs their fathers made. Saruman shouts from atop a high metal tower, "We cannot face their power, Gandalf. We must join the Chess Club." "Tell me, 'friend'. When did Saruman the wise abandon reason from Dorkiness?" A lightening bolt came blazing from the sky at Gandalf, but it also shocked some weird kid from Bree.
Across the playground was Arwen on the jungle gym, holding a $5 bill out of reach of a group of nine 5th graders in long black robes. From somewhere in the darkness of the hood came a rasping voice, "Give up the lunch money, she-elf!" "IF you want it, come and claim it!" The Nazgul lifted their robes to reveal black Sketchers and began to climb, but a gust of wind of the magic of Arwen's people blew them off. It just so happened that recess was over.
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So, how was it? Yeah, I know Elrond is Arwen's father & they shouldn't be in the same grade, but I couldn't resist putting that part in. What do you think? Should the class continue or should the school be shut down? Review if you want more!
Disclaimer: I own only the plot and the teacher, Ms. Whatamidoinghere.
A/N: I love all the reviews! I just put this on a few days ago! I guess you like it then? Then more power to you and more to come!
The bell rang, and the students ran for their desks before the teacher, Ms. Whatamidoinghere, could walk in and pierce them all with her fake glare. "Oh, drat!" whispered Strider. "Hey, nerd, I forgot my homework. Gimmie yours so I can copy it." Boromir scoffed, "And what would a Ranger care of Math assignments?" Legolas swiftly stood from his seat and said, "This is no mere Ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your homework." Boromir looks in disbelief at Aragorn. "This is Isildur's heir?" Legolas finished, "And son of the football coach." At that moment the teacher entered. "Sit down, Legolas. Now, today is the day of the test. You all need a #2 pencil." Legolas asked Gimli (nicely) if he could borrow a pencil, and the dwarf spat, "I will be dead before I see my pencil in the hands of an elf!" All the elves in the room stood to protest. Galadriel tossed her hair over her should and said, "You boys are, like, sooooooo stupid!" Elrond stood and calmy said, "All races must share this one doom, this multiplying qiuz. You will unite or you will fail the tests. The teacher, annoyed, eventually announces recess.
Two elderly looking boys are shooting spells at each other with wooden staffs their fathers made. Saruman shouts from atop a high metal tower, "We cannot face their power, Gandalf. We must join the Chess Club." "Tell me, 'friend'. When did Saruman the wise abandon reason from Dorkiness?" A lightening bolt came blazing from the sky at Gandalf, but it also shocked some weird kid from Bree.
Across the playground was Arwen on the jungle gym, holding a $5 bill out of reach of a group of nine 5th graders in long black robes. From somewhere in the darkness of the hood came a rasping voice, "Give up the lunch money, she-elf!" "IF you want it, come and claim it!" The Nazgul lifted their robes to reveal black Sketchers and began to climb, but a gust of wind of the magic of Arwen's people blew them off. It just so happened that recess was over.
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So, how was it? Yeah, I know Elrond is Arwen's father & they shouldn't be in the same grade, but I couldn't resist putting that part in. What do you think? Should the class continue or should the school be shut down? Review if you want more!