It takes time, LOTS of time.
A story based on Experience on Claudia's behalf
"You don't expect me to memorize ALL of them, do you? If so, our friendship is at an end," Gimli cried, throwing his hands in the air.
"It wasn't my idea," Legolas said, spinning around in his teacher's chair, "this is amusing." He stopped when he realized that everyone was looking at him. "Ahem. Gandalf wanted you all to learn so you could help him. We could have all been there and gone a lot faster if we could have all read the words on the Door of Moria."
"Hey Elf, you should have read it instead," Aragorn shouted back. The tips of Legolas' pointy ears went red.
"There will be no shouting in my classroom," he snorted as he began to write the Elvish runes on the chalk-board.
"They're all the same!" Gimli screamed.
"No, some of the ends are connected, and some of them aren't, that's the difference my friend," Legolas replied without turning around. A paper airplane hit him in the back of the head. Snickers went around the classroom. "Ha ha, very funny."
"Aww Legolas, you're no fun anymore," Sam said, blowing a spit ball out of a straw, it missed Legolas' head by a couple of micrometers. The Elf did not flinch. He turned back around and began writing again, until he came to the X. "Umm." he thought, "oh yeah, they don't have a letter X."
"Great teacher you are," Pippin spat, obviously frustrated.
"You want Arwen to come?" Legolas offered.
"Yes! Yes!" Aragorn shouted, obviously interested since the Elf's name came up.
"She only comes when I'm on sick-leave," He said. Aragorn stood up and took out his sword from the sheath. He raised it above the Elf's head and brought it down. Legolas, sensing this the whole time, rolled out of the way. The sword made a big dent in the chalkboard.
"Do you need to go to the House of Healing?" Legolas cried, dodging blows.
"No, I want Arwen to come! I bet she's a better teacher than you are!"
"You could have just said that!" he started to stand, but slipped on Sam's spit-ball and hit his head on the desk, losing all consciousness.
"What a shame, and I was just beginning to learn," Boromir snorted.
THE END
Sad flappy ending, huh?
It's not the end!
TBC.
"You don't expect me to memorize ALL of them, do you? If so, our friendship is at an end," Gimli cried, throwing his hands in the air.
"It wasn't my idea," Legolas said, spinning around in his teacher's chair, "this is amusing." He stopped when he realized that everyone was looking at him. "Ahem. Gandalf wanted you all to learn so you could help him. We could have all been there and gone a lot faster if we could have all read the words on the Door of Moria."
"Hey Elf, you should have read it instead," Aragorn shouted back. The tips of Legolas' pointy ears went red.
"There will be no shouting in my classroom," he snorted as he began to write the Elvish runes on the chalk-board.
"They're all the same!" Gimli screamed.
"No, some of the ends are connected, and some of them aren't, that's the difference my friend," Legolas replied without turning around. A paper airplane hit him in the back of the head. Snickers went around the classroom. "Ha ha, very funny."
"Aww Legolas, you're no fun anymore," Sam said, blowing a spit ball out of a straw, it missed Legolas' head by a couple of micrometers. The Elf did not flinch. He turned back around and began writing again, until he came to the X. "Umm." he thought, "oh yeah, they don't have a letter X."
"Great teacher you are," Pippin spat, obviously frustrated.
"You want Arwen to come?" Legolas offered.
"Yes! Yes!" Aragorn shouted, obviously interested since the Elf's name came up.
"She only comes when I'm on sick-leave," He said. Aragorn stood up and took out his sword from the sheath. He raised it above the Elf's head and brought it down. Legolas, sensing this the whole time, rolled out of the way. The sword made a big dent in the chalkboard.
"Do you need to go to the House of Healing?" Legolas cried, dodging blows.
"No, I want Arwen to come! I bet she's a better teacher than you are!"
"You could have just said that!" he started to stand, but slipped on Sam's spit-ball and hit his head on the desk, losing all consciousness.
"What a shame, and I was just beginning to learn," Boromir snorted.
THE END
Sad flappy ending, huh?
It's not the end!
TBC.