Chapter 6

A/N: Um…can't think right now; TAKS killed my brain! Count of Monte Cristo is a good book, FYI. Anyway, on with the story!

A/N2: Nothing much to say. Why isn't anybody reviewing this? It's pretty good in my opinion.

Disclaimer: We do not own anything of Tolkien's. We are just borrowing them.

Legolas: You mean STEALING!

Me: We are not stealing you; we're using you.

Haldir: Oh, so that's how it goes, huh? I give you my time and energy and this is how you repay me?! By using me?! Oh, the pain is too much.

Me: I'm not using you, baby. Sheesh, you elves take things way too seriously.

Legolas: Yeah? Well, you humans smell.

Haldir: And, you have bad hair.

Me: Just because I don't have an eternity to spend making my hair look like a GIRL doesn't mean it looks bad.

Legolas: Are you inferring that I have hair like a girl?

Me: Yes.

Legolas: What?! I…I…need to go wash my hair.

Haldir: I'll join you!

Me: *clears throat* That's not right.

Haldir: You have a dirty mind!

Me: It comes with being a human. You get used to it.

(Wow that really sucked. Sorry.)

"Come on, Kitty! We're going to be late!" I complained, trying to pry her off of Legolas.

"But…but…I don't want to leave my husband! He'll get lonely!" she whined.

"I will?" Legolas asked, surprised. "And when did I become your husband?!"

"Well, you were a little tipsy at the time…I guess you're not supposed to mix drugs and alcohol! (J/J Kits isn't like that, but she told me to put it in here anyway)" she grinned.

Finally, we got Kitty away from him. (We had to use the Jaws of Life!) "See ya later!" I told her as I walked into *dum-dum-dum* (the evil) geometry.

"Where are we going to sit?" Aragorn asked.

"Um…there's one seat behind me, Merry can have that one, and there's some chairs you guys can sit in."

"Fine, sounds good to me," Boromir said, making sure he had a chair this time.

"Y'all can just sleep if you want, everyone else does. Just make sure you don't snore loud," I instructed them.

"In that case, Master Dwarf, do not sleep," Aragorn said, winking at me. I smiled back, but stopped when Merry gave Strider a dark look.

"Somebody's jealous," I thought to myself and allowed myself a small grin. Then someone tapped me on the shoulder. It was Merry.

"Are you going to use your 'letter jacket'?" he asked me.

"No, why?"

"Could I use it? I'm tired."

"Sure," I said, handing it to him. Soon I heard soft snoring from behind me. "Aww…how cute," I thought.

"Remember in a 45, 45, 90 (degrees) triangle it's 'x', 'x', 'x' and x√2. in a 30, 60, 90 triangle, it's 'x', 'x√3', and '2x'," Mrs. Christian droned on and on.

"I do not understand all of this fuss over triangles. And what does 'x' mean?" Aragorn whispered.

"I don't know why we have to learn about them either. 'X' just means any number; it can be 2, 4, 6, 8 (who do we appreciate?!) or whatever. This class is just pure evil and serves no purpose," I answered.

"Basically like elves," Gimli muttered. The men and I just shot him looks. "I was only joking!" he defended himself.

"Whatever!" I said just as the bell rang. "Wake up, Merry. It's time to go to band. Yay!" I said, being facetiously happy.

"What is 'band'?" Merry asked.

"To most, it's torture. It is a bunch of kids playing instruments that some can't play very well. I, on the other hand, play my clarinet perfectly," I informed the guys. "So you might want to cover your ears. I'm just joking. We sound pretty good…for the most part," I finished under my breath.

A/N: It sucked I know, but I still have writers block. Sorry. Here you go Nessa; but remember, NO DARKROOM!

A/N2: Christy, you never let me have any fun! He he he. Well, that's it for this chapter. The one you've all been waiting for is up next…MINE! So hit that little button on the bottom and drop us a review if you want the next chapter. He he he, I am so evil!