A/N: Oh, I forgot to tell you, the Cliffhangers are supposed to be sort of children who control the fate of the whole story. Because they got Gandalf's magic book, that's why. Hey, don't brand me as a friggin' Mary-Sue!
Chapter 1: The Scroll Of Mithrandir
A young girl sat in the middle of the room, all alone, tapping her pen endlessly on the table, looking at the clock time to time, waiting for the room to fill in with students. A "Manic Depressive" button hangs on her breast-pocket, an impatient scowl on her face. Suddenly, the door bursts open, an a sandy-haired girl stood by the door, her Biology Book dripping with frog's goo.
"Nice going, Clefe," Ash muttered bitterly, spewing the frog goo of her stuff, sitting down the chair next to her. "You totally avoided Mr. Beam's Frog Liver of doom..." She pushes all the intermidiate pad full of fanfic scribbles off the table and into a scratch paper box. "So how did the Computer Business Council go? I hear it's Career Week starting this afternoon."
Clef rolled her eyes and took out a wad of paper. "Ian McKellan's representing Peter Jackson for Script Writing career, what a day." More people went into the room, their bag full of frog blood and liver. "I wonder who's Mrs. Gaffer recommending this year. I hope it's not a bookworm fan."
A peculiar blond girl with a sullen stupidity sat behind the two, with three big books in tow. Clef and Ash noticed that those were hardbound J.R.R. Tolkien originals. She smiled and gave small "Hullo!" sounding like someone awfully familiar.
"Shea Sandman," Ash muttered under her rapid breath as the two gave small sheepish grins and faced the blackboard, rolling their eyes. "Your usual pain-in-the-neck." Clef made a small "Ehem," as they both watched Shea put on glasses, waiting for Mrs. Gaffer (who looked incredulously like her), reading her humongous hard-bound "Fellowship Of The Ring" book.
Then the old bag went in. And to Ash's horror, she was tagging along the same kind ogf leather-bound books - Lord Of The Rings! "Oh no, don't tell me, I don't think so-"
"Ok then, " started Mrs. Gaffer. "I am happy to announce that, for your home reading report and topic," smiles warmly at Shea at the back of the row. "Were having Tolkien's famous epic-"
"That is a big motion picture today!" added Shea, with a raise of a hand. Ash rolled her eyes. "I wish to present-" started the teacher. "Lord of the Rings," Ash and Clef said solemnly, in a repulsive sing-song voice. Shea looked as if the two were fit to have a black eye.
"Ms. Kennedy? Ms. McCraig? Oh yes, Ms. McCraig- I used to think highly of you till now. This is a warning, or else you'll be spending your weekend on detain's stash." Mrs. Gaffer turned around to pass around a thick wad of small pocket books, when Ash swore and almost aimed a crumpled scratch paper at her head. "Well, here are your book reports, we must start with the Fellowship of the Ring."
"Why can't we have those stuff on Fanfiction.net instead?" yelled Clef all the way at the end of the room. "Operation: Sam and Frodo looks nice enough, if you would think you are in with the 'generation'." Mrs. Gaffer smirked as the last book reached the person infront of the two. "Hey! We don't have any books?" yelled Ash. "And WE can't affrod them coz' we just lost out pocket money in all those bets!"
Mrs. Gaffer turned to look at Shea instead. "My dear, cozy there? I believe you have your own copy, I hope this 'new geniune class copies' won't bother you at all. Thank her father who has connection with Christ Tolkien. Now she got us our own copies!" Shea gave her famous plastic smile and muttered, "No problem, Mrs. Gaffer. I am happy to help with this class."
"I'm happy to help with this class," Ash muttered in a girly sing-song voice. "Hey Gaffer! Do we get any copies? Any copies at all?" Ash yelled back. "Or do you plan to drop Ash and me out of English for good?" Clef reasoned out.
The learned teacher smirked and said, "It's your own fault Kennedy, that you didn't bring your own copy. After all, you're a 'slash' fan, aren't you? I suppose you read Tolkien too, if you write LOTR slash." Ash was jaw-dropped. "I am afraid you both have crossed the line. Kennedy, McCraig, back of the room."
"But-" Magic word. "NOW!!!" Gaffer roared. Both rolled their eyes and sat next to a weird visitor with a drab grey pointed hat, weirldy dressed, all drab in grey. Then she started with the class. She would fancy sooner or later to call Shea and make her quote out a few runes or poems from the book, while the new visitor listend eagerly. The two girls seemed to minding a busisness of their own, now that Ash took her handy laptop with her to detention.
"Frodo, Frodo, Frodo. Would like a cup of tea, Frodo? Would you like to own the Sting, Frodo? Would you fancy to wear the Ring, Frodo? Or would you like to get chopped pff with an axe, you miserable little hobbit..." Ash grumbled on and on, obvious that she envies the little hobbit. Clef nudged her back and then muttering, "Shhhh! They'll hear you! Those Elijah-fans might even trample you down! Not here! Not this time, you nut case!"
Then, the weird visitor went on and leaned on them. Both stopped scrambling. The class also went quiet, listening over the two's ramblings, other LOTR fans wearing angry smirks. "Kennedy-" The visitor suddenly raised a hand and sounded like a lady with a voice of a tenor. "Could I speak to these two, outside, my lady?" a mans voice went out.
Ash and Clef were perplezed. "THE PRINCIPAL IN A DRESS?!!" The man gave them a stern look under his enornous pointed-hat, and beckoned them outside. Looks like the two are getting more than detention.
"You two have been making trouble eversince I came here," came a man's stern cold, monotonous voice. "Tell me, what do you know about this lad- Frodo?"
Ash and Cliff exchanged nervous and confused glances. "Nothing much sir. We just tend to read about the miserable little hobbit, sir." The man crossed his arms. Ash let out a little, "Ooops". "Well, you served yourselves long enough. And hobbits weren't made to be miserable, little missy." He took out something from his robe, and a long staff and an old matted, molten book. Adh and Cleff backed away, thinking it was a book of spells.
"Here," he said, handing them tha large book. Clef received it, and almost fell apart with its heaviness. "I believe this is what you need, a book. But it will not be enough of two, even if you both could manage it's story. Well," he picked up his staff and prepared to walk away. "Need not to make haste. I must be going."
Just as he was about to turn away, Clef called out. "Excuse me, but thank you for this gift-" exchanges puzzled glances with Ash. "But, what is your name?"
The old wizened figure bent upon his staff and smiled. "Call me Mithrandir. And I believe I would see you soon."
He turned around the corner and was gone.
Ash and Clef crowded over the heavy book and brushed a thick amount of duct from it's weary cover. It read THE FELLOWSHIP and THE WAR FOR THE RING. "Is it the same thing?" Cliff hushed as she looked over ot see Shea looking over to see what they have got.
Ash couldn't believe her eyes and nodded. "It's the same thing."
Chapter 1: The Scroll Of Mithrandir
A young girl sat in the middle of the room, all alone, tapping her pen endlessly on the table, looking at the clock time to time, waiting for the room to fill in with students. A "Manic Depressive" button hangs on her breast-pocket, an impatient scowl on her face. Suddenly, the door bursts open, an a sandy-haired girl stood by the door, her Biology Book dripping with frog's goo.
"Nice going, Clefe," Ash muttered bitterly, spewing the frog goo of her stuff, sitting down the chair next to her. "You totally avoided Mr. Beam's Frog Liver of doom..." She pushes all the intermidiate pad full of fanfic scribbles off the table and into a scratch paper box. "So how did the Computer Business Council go? I hear it's Career Week starting this afternoon."
Clef rolled her eyes and took out a wad of paper. "Ian McKellan's representing Peter Jackson for Script Writing career, what a day." More people went into the room, their bag full of frog blood and liver. "I wonder who's Mrs. Gaffer recommending this year. I hope it's not a bookworm fan."
A peculiar blond girl with a sullen stupidity sat behind the two, with three big books in tow. Clef and Ash noticed that those were hardbound J.R.R. Tolkien originals. She smiled and gave small "Hullo!" sounding like someone awfully familiar.
"Shea Sandman," Ash muttered under her rapid breath as the two gave small sheepish grins and faced the blackboard, rolling their eyes. "Your usual pain-in-the-neck." Clef made a small "Ehem," as they both watched Shea put on glasses, waiting for Mrs. Gaffer (who looked incredulously like her), reading her humongous hard-bound "Fellowship Of The Ring" book.
Then the old bag went in. And to Ash's horror, she was tagging along the same kind ogf leather-bound books - Lord Of The Rings! "Oh no, don't tell me, I don't think so-"
"Ok then, " started Mrs. Gaffer. "I am happy to announce that, for your home reading report and topic," smiles warmly at Shea at the back of the row. "Were having Tolkien's famous epic-"
"That is a big motion picture today!" added Shea, with a raise of a hand. Ash rolled her eyes. "I wish to present-" started the teacher. "Lord of the Rings," Ash and Clef said solemnly, in a repulsive sing-song voice. Shea looked as if the two were fit to have a black eye.
"Ms. Kennedy? Ms. McCraig? Oh yes, Ms. McCraig- I used to think highly of you till now. This is a warning, or else you'll be spending your weekend on detain's stash." Mrs. Gaffer turned around to pass around a thick wad of small pocket books, when Ash swore and almost aimed a crumpled scratch paper at her head. "Well, here are your book reports, we must start with the Fellowship of the Ring."
"Why can't we have those stuff on Fanfiction.net instead?" yelled Clef all the way at the end of the room. "Operation: Sam and Frodo looks nice enough, if you would think you are in with the 'generation'." Mrs. Gaffer smirked as the last book reached the person infront of the two. "Hey! We don't have any books?" yelled Ash. "And WE can't affrod them coz' we just lost out pocket money in all those bets!"
Mrs. Gaffer turned to look at Shea instead. "My dear, cozy there? I believe you have your own copy, I hope this 'new geniune class copies' won't bother you at all. Thank her father who has connection with Christ Tolkien. Now she got us our own copies!" Shea gave her famous plastic smile and muttered, "No problem, Mrs. Gaffer. I am happy to help with this class."
"I'm happy to help with this class," Ash muttered in a girly sing-song voice. "Hey Gaffer! Do we get any copies? Any copies at all?" Ash yelled back. "Or do you plan to drop Ash and me out of English for good?" Clef reasoned out.
The learned teacher smirked and said, "It's your own fault Kennedy, that you didn't bring your own copy. After all, you're a 'slash' fan, aren't you? I suppose you read Tolkien too, if you write LOTR slash." Ash was jaw-dropped. "I am afraid you both have crossed the line. Kennedy, McCraig, back of the room."
"But-" Magic word. "NOW!!!" Gaffer roared. Both rolled their eyes and sat next to a weird visitor with a drab grey pointed hat, weirldy dressed, all drab in grey. Then she started with the class. She would fancy sooner or later to call Shea and make her quote out a few runes or poems from the book, while the new visitor listend eagerly. The two girls seemed to minding a busisness of their own, now that Ash took her handy laptop with her to detention.
"Frodo, Frodo, Frodo. Would like a cup of tea, Frodo? Would you like to own the Sting, Frodo? Would you fancy to wear the Ring, Frodo? Or would you like to get chopped pff with an axe, you miserable little hobbit..." Ash grumbled on and on, obvious that she envies the little hobbit. Clef nudged her back and then muttering, "Shhhh! They'll hear you! Those Elijah-fans might even trample you down! Not here! Not this time, you nut case!"
Then, the weird visitor went on and leaned on them. Both stopped scrambling. The class also went quiet, listening over the two's ramblings, other LOTR fans wearing angry smirks. "Kennedy-" The visitor suddenly raised a hand and sounded like a lady with a voice of a tenor. "Could I speak to these two, outside, my lady?" a mans voice went out.
Ash and Clef were perplezed. "THE PRINCIPAL IN A DRESS?!!" The man gave them a stern look under his enornous pointed-hat, and beckoned them outside. Looks like the two are getting more than detention.
"You two have been making trouble eversince I came here," came a man's stern cold, monotonous voice. "Tell me, what do you know about this lad- Frodo?"
Ash and Cliff exchanged nervous and confused glances. "Nothing much sir. We just tend to read about the miserable little hobbit, sir." The man crossed his arms. Ash let out a little, "Ooops". "Well, you served yourselves long enough. And hobbits weren't made to be miserable, little missy." He took out something from his robe, and a long staff and an old matted, molten book. Adh and Cleff backed away, thinking it was a book of spells.
"Here," he said, handing them tha large book. Clef received it, and almost fell apart with its heaviness. "I believe this is what you need, a book. But it will not be enough of two, even if you both could manage it's story. Well," he picked up his staff and prepared to walk away. "Need not to make haste. I must be going."
Just as he was about to turn away, Clef called out. "Excuse me, but thank you for this gift-" exchanges puzzled glances with Ash. "But, what is your name?"
The old wizened figure bent upon his staff and smiled. "Call me Mithrandir. And I believe I would see you soon."
He turned around the corner and was gone.
Ash and Clef crowded over the heavy book and brushed a thick amount of duct from it's weary cover. It read THE FELLOWSHIP and THE WAR FOR THE RING. "Is it the same thing?" Cliff hushed as she looked over ot see Shea looking over to see what they have got.
Ash couldn't believe her eyes and nodded. "It's the same thing."
