Haldir stepped cautiously into the classroom. The students had supposedly
had already sent two Elves to the House of Healing, and he didn't want to
be the third.
"Hello," he said slowly, westernese was not his best language, and he'd rather be speaking his native tongue.
"Hi, hi, hi. Just hurry up and get this lesson over with, Arwen wants me to vacuum when I get home," Aragorn growled.
Haldir stared at the Elvish runes on the chalkboard. He then wrote the English letters above them.
"Master Peregrine, would you like to attempt to write your name?" Haldir offered, and handed Pippin a piece of chalk.
"Sure, what the heck," Pippin said, the Lothlórien Elf got the Hobbit a stool, and Pippin, first of the Fellowship, attempted Elvish for the first time today.
*30 minutes later*
"Haldir, I'm done!" Pippin shouted, the Elf had his head buried in his arms while resting on the desk. There was no doubt that he was sleeping. "Strider?"
Aragorn opened his eyes, "What?"
"He's asleep," Pippin said, pointing an accused finger. Aragorn sighed and grabbed Haldir by the back of the neck, and threw him out the window. There is a thud serveral minutes later. The Fellowship look outside, and there they see Elrond buisily heaving the Elf into a wheel chair and taking him to the House of Healing.
Aragorn rubbed his hands together, "Alright, who's next?"
"Hello," he said slowly, westernese was not his best language, and he'd rather be speaking his native tongue.
"Hi, hi, hi. Just hurry up and get this lesson over with, Arwen wants me to vacuum when I get home," Aragorn growled.
Haldir stared at the Elvish runes on the chalkboard. He then wrote the English letters above them.
"Master Peregrine, would you like to attempt to write your name?" Haldir offered, and handed Pippin a piece of chalk.
"Sure, what the heck," Pippin said, the Lothlórien Elf got the Hobbit a stool, and Pippin, first of the Fellowship, attempted Elvish for the first time today.
*30 minutes later*
"Haldir, I'm done!" Pippin shouted, the Elf had his head buried in his arms while resting on the desk. There was no doubt that he was sleeping. "Strider?"
Aragorn opened his eyes, "What?"
"He's asleep," Pippin said, pointing an accused finger. Aragorn sighed and grabbed Haldir by the back of the neck, and threw him out the window. There is a thud serveral minutes later. The Fellowship look outside, and there they see Elrond buisily heaving the Elf into a wheel chair and taking him to the House of Healing.
Aragorn rubbed his hands together, "Alright, who's next?"