AP Middle Earth
By Alyssa Wood
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Author's Note: I need more IDEAS! Thank you, Aguachica, for sending me ideas to write this story! *Bows to her* Anymore people want this to continue? Don't make me resort to my brother...that's a pain...PLEASE!!! *get's on her knees and begs* someone give me four unusual, never-thought-of-unless-someone-else-says-it, OBJECTS!!! Thank you to Marina, Kathie, Bre, Sam, Kiri, and everyone else on EB who pitched in ideas for the last few chapters! And thank you for the reviews! They help a lot!
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The Hobbit's Revolt!
Elrond gave threatening glances to the class. Sandy looked around, confused. To her left, the hobbits were tied to their seat (which actually is a good thing) and on her right, Legolas gave her dark looks, not like the competition between them.
Elrond held up a book in front of them. "This book will be your new text book. You will love this textbook. This text book is your friend and deserves respect like all other normal things," Elrond declared sternly, pointing at a stack of books in the corner. "The elves will be passing them out. Please RESPECT the elves."
Arwen passed Sandy a textbook, the title and the picture were a pale yellow and the rest of it was dark, untouched black. On the cover read "Middle Earth Traditions and Encounters" by J.RR. Tolkien.
Sandy pointed to the author and turned around to where Eowyn was sitting and asked, "Who's this?"
Eowyn stared shocked, her wax lips falling unnoticed off her face. "WHAT? You are kidding RIGHT??? How can you NOT know who HE is??? He created Middle Earth! You can't be in this class and not KNOW who HE is!!!"
The class stared at Sandy with unbelieving eyes. Sandy hid herself behind her hands. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I wasn't thinking..." the poor student was still confused, but decided not to question further. Perhaps she'll find out more in the book...
"EWWWWWWWWWWW!" Pippin cried, staring at the red thing on his desk, which was Eowyn's wax lips. "Get your FAT, UGLY LIPS OFF MY DESK!"
Eowyn turned to stare at the tied up Pippin. "Are you insulting MY WAX LIPS???" the Xena-warrior-type woman yelled back. Pippin nodded disgusted. "THEN FEEL THE WRATH OF THE COATHANGER!!!" Eowyn held up the white, plastic coat hanger and pointed it threateningly at Pippin.
Sandy jumped up, feeling a sense of courage. "STOP! Don't do it!"
Eowyn fell when she heard Sandy speak up. "What did you say, you little girl?" her face was set and fierce, a piercing stare almost blinded Sandy.
"I said stop! Leave the Hobbit alone! It's your stupid lips that's bugging him!" it was foolish and Sandy knew it, but she had to try. Sandy held up a fruitcake her mother had baked last Christmas and held it up as if to throw it.
Eowyn backed down. Who really wanted to feel the wrath of a 9-month-old fruitcake? Sandy backed down, still holding her ground fiercely. "You got spunk, little girl," Eowyn spat, "but I suggest you keep your mouth closed next time and mind your own business."
Sandy let out a relieved sigh and glanced at Pippin who was gnashing at the cords around his arms. The other four hobbits were attempting similar techniques until finally Merry got loose. "I LIVE! MWHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" The five hobbits (Merry, Pippin, Sam, Frodo, and Rosie) jumped up, holding black shoe polish.
"You all DARE to tie up Mr. Frodo!" Sam bellowed. "Sauron's evil still exists in this classroom! TO ELROND!!! POLISH HIM!!!" The hobbits charged to the class instructor who, through this event was sitting lazily against, now bolted for the door. The hobbits ran after the teacher, the class following intently.
"It's so amazing," Legolas said in awe, standing next to Sandy. "You can live with hobbits for years, but they continue to surprise you daily!" Legolas turned to find Sandy, and, realizing whom he was standing next to, urgently (also embarrassingly) ran off to find Arwen and Aragorn.
"Well, at least he has some human sense," Sandy muttered to herself as she walked back into the classroom to gather her stuff, just in time for the bell.
By Alyssa Wood
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Author's Note: I need more IDEAS! Thank you, Aguachica, for sending me ideas to write this story! *Bows to her* Anymore people want this to continue? Don't make me resort to my brother...that's a pain...PLEASE!!! *get's on her knees and begs* someone give me four unusual, never-thought-of-unless-someone-else-says-it, OBJECTS!!! Thank you to Marina, Kathie, Bre, Sam, Kiri, and everyone else on EB who pitched in ideas for the last few chapters! And thank you for the reviews! They help a lot!
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The Hobbit's Revolt!
Elrond gave threatening glances to the class. Sandy looked around, confused. To her left, the hobbits were tied to their seat (which actually is a good thing) and on her right, Legolas gave her dark looks, not like the competition between them.
Elrond held up a book in front of them. "This book will be your new text book. You will love this textbook. This text book is your friend and deserves respect like all other normal things," Elrond declared sternly, pointing at a stack of books in the corner. "The elves will be passing them out. Please RESPECT the elves."
Arwen passed Sandy a textbook, the title and the picture were a pale yellow and the rest of it was dark, untouched black. On the cover read "Middle Earth Traditions and Encounters" by J.RR. Tolkien.
Sandy pointed to the author and turned around to where Eowyn was sitting and asked, "Who's this?"
Eowyn stared shocked, her wax lips falling unnoticed off her face. "WHAT? You are kidding RIGHT??? How can you NOT know who HE is??? He created Middle Earth! You can't be in this class and not KNOW who HE is!!!"
The class stared at Sandy with unbelieving eyes. Sandy hid herself behind her hands. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I wasn't thinking..." the poor student was still confused, but decided not to question further. Perhaps she'll find out more in the book...
"EWWWWWWWWWWW!" Pippin cried, staring at the red thing on his desk, which was Eowyn's wax lips. "Get your FAT, UGLY LIPS OFF MY DESK!"
Eowyn turned to stare at the tied up Pippin. "Are you insulting MY WAX LIPS???" the Xena-warrior-type woman yelled back. Pippin nodded disgusted. "THEN FEEL THE WRATH OF THE COATHANGER!!!" Eowyn held up the white, plastic coat hanger and pointed it threateningly at Pippin.
Sandy jumped up, feeling a sense of courage. "STOP! Don't do it!"
Eowyn fell when she heard Sandy speak up. "What did you say, you little girl?" her face was set and fierce, a piercing stare almost blinded Sandy.
"I said stop! Leave the Hobbit alone! It's your stupid lips that's bugging him!" it was foolish and Sandy knew it, but she had to try. Sandy held up a fruitcake her mother had baked last Christmas and held it up as if to throw it.
Eowyn backed down. Who really wanted to feel the wrath of a 9-month-old fruitcake? Sandy backed down, still holding her ground fiercely. "You got spunk, little girl," Eowyn spat, "but I suggest you keep your mouth closed next time and mind your own business."
Sandy let out a relieved sigh and glanced at Pippin who was gnashing at the cords around his arms. The other four hobbits were attempting similar techniques until finally Merry got loose. "I LIVE! MWHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" The five hobbits (Merry, Pippin, Sam, Frodo, and Rosie) jumped up, holding black shoe polish.
"You all DARE to tie up Mr. Frodo!" Sam bellowed. "Sauron's evil still exists in this classroom! TO ELROND!!! POLISH HIM!!!" The hobbits charged to the class instructor who, through this event was sitting lazily against, now bolted for the door. The hobbits ran after the teacher, the class following intently.
"It's so amazing," Legolas said in awe, standing next to Sandy. "You can live with hobbits for years, but they continue to surprise you daily!" Legolas turned to find Sandy, and, realizing whom he was standing next to, urgently (also embarrassingly) ran off to find Arwen and Aragorn.
"Well, at least he has some human sense," Sandy muttered to herself as she walked back into the classroom to gather her stuff, just in time for the bell.