Chapter 7
A/N: 40 minutes left in class. Why?! Why must they torture me so? Waahhh!!! I'm over it. On with the story.
Disclaimer: We do not own anything of Tolkien's. But we do our own bottle of chocolate syrup!
Legolas: Mmm…chocolate syrup…can I have some?
Me: Nope.
Haldir: What about me?
Me: Ok…*grins evilly* Follow me…
Legolas: Can I at least have a cookie?!
Me: *Tosses chocolate-chip cookie out of bedroom*
Legolas: Thank you!
"English…too boring…uhh…" I said trying to keep myself awake. My teacher was reading aloud to the class Lord of the Flies. "Somebody…please…shot me…" I saw Legolas reach for his bow. "No! Wait, don't do it!"
He smiled evilly. "But you said…" he said innocently. He was sitting next to me and gave me this look that I just couldn't help but smile at.
"Oh, I can't stay mad at you!" I gave him a hug.
My teacher happened to look up right at that moment though. "Vanessa, this is neither the time nor place for that." The whole class turned around and stared. I blushed furiously.
Pippin, who was sitting in front of me, gave the elf a look of loathing. (You have to understand, I sit all by myself in English. There really is no one to my right or in front of me) "What's wrong?" I asked.
"Nothing; just looking." He continued to stare at Legolas (not like that!) who shifted uncomfortably.
Just then, the bell rang to be dismissed to fifth period. "Yea!" I cried, jumping from my seat. "Time to go to yearbook!"
Gandalf complained loudly about not wanting to go and that he wanted to stay. "I want to find out what happens to Piggy!"
"He died! Weren't you listening? He fell off the cliff, stuff came pouring out of his head, and his body went out to the sea. Happy?"
"That's quite morbid, isn't it?" Frodo asked and made a disgusted face. (Aww…don't you just love these faces I make the guys do?)
"Come on guys, you have to meet Gill." I led them down the hall and into 'Da Room'. "Here we are. Pick any seat you want, there are no seating arrangements in this class." They all chose seats next to me. I felt so loved!
Just then, Gill, the advisor, walked in. She's only about 35 years old and she still gets mistaken for a student. She caught sight of the guys sitting around me. He eyes zoomed in on Legolas and her eyes widened. "Ahh!! Andrea, get out here!"
My editor, Andrea, ran out and stared. "Oh. My. God…It's the hott elf from that movie you dragged me to see!"
Legolas blushed at being called 'hott' and turned away.
"Now, Gill. Don't do anything to him, he's only visiting…" I said. She was slowly walking towards him, hands outstretched. "Run, Leggy! Run!" I screamed at him when Mrs. Gill was but a few feet from him.
"No!!!" she screamed and chased after him. I chuckled. "Come back! You have nice abs!!"
"She's so funny!" The others were staring open-mouthed at me. "What?"
Sam was the first to speak up. "Aren't you going to help him?"
"Hmm…no. He'll be OK, he's an elf. And besides, Gill wouldn't hurt a fly."
5 minutes later, Legolas returned looking quite happy with himself. Gill was nowhere to be seen.
"What did you do to her?" I asked.
"Nothing." I stared unbelieving. "OK, OK. I tied her up and put her in a room labeled 'Darkroom'."
"Oh. Get her out!!!" I then screamed.
"I'll help," Pippin said.
"Aww…thank you," I said, giving him a hug. He looked over at the elf and smiled. "Come on, let's go rescue Gill."
It took a while to get Mrs. Gill undone for I didn't know how to untie an elvish knot. Legolas was of no help and stood there laughing. 20 minutes later she was free from the ropes and stormed off. She mumbled something about calling her husband.
The bell rang to be dismissed to sixth period. "Oh no! Spanish…with Steve-o! Maybe Christy will loan me Strider to protect me."
A/N: He he. Sorry it sucked, but it was a crappie day. Do you see that little button down there at the bottom that says 'Go!'? Well, it's directed to my pet dragon named Bob and he takes all of my messages. If you would like to talk with Bob, push the button and talk with my Magic Dragon! Whoa, that sounds funny! Go…Christy!