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CHAPTER 4
The four friends stopped at the other end of the school. They leaned against a wall, breathing hard. Aragorn and Legolas set the girls down and went into a corner to talk. Legolas looked back at the injured girls anxiously.
"So what do we do?" he asked. Aragorn shook his head.
"Well first we need to get them to the hospital wing." he said. Legolas nodded his head. But his eyes were distant. "What's wrong?" Aragorn asked his friend. Legolas shook his head as if to clear his mind.
"Its nothing." he replied. "Actually, I feel...odd. Like something's not right. But it's probably just that little experience back there." Aragorn nodded but kept a sharp eye on the prince.
They picked up the girls again and walked off towards the hospital wing.
_And at the other end of the school, Arwen began making something. An evil something. She was not yet beaten._
Legolas and Aragorn charged into the hospital wing with the she-elves.
"Help!" Aragorn cried. "Please help us!" The twins came out of their room with annoyed looks on their faces.
"Some people are very sick in here." Elladan said to them. Aragorn walked past him and gently laid Lynn down on a bed. Legolas laid Elana in a nearby bed as well. The twins bent over them.
"What on earth happened?" Elladan asked Legolas. Legolas looked pained.
"They were taken by the school mafia." he told them. Elrohir gave him a look.
"The school mafia is just a legend, a myth to keep students from wandering the halls at night." He said. Legolas grimaced. Aragorn knew something was wrong, but didn't say any thing. He began to keep a sharper eye on the elf. "Please, can you heal them?" he asked. Elladan nodded thoughtfully.
"Yes." he said. "But it will take a while. Some day's maybe." Aragorn gave his thanks and elbowed Legolas, who had looked as if he was going to be sick.
"Thank you so much." Legolas said between clenched teeth. He and Aragorn left the hospital wing. As soon as they were out, Aragorn whirled and confronted the elf.
"Are we going to have to go through the pain issue again?" he asked. (Avery's note: NO! not the PAIN ISSUE!) Legolas looked puzzled.
"Pain issue?" he asked distantly. Aragorn rolled his eyes.
"Yes, Legolas, the one where everyone can see you hurt but you still try to conceal it. You are going to get seriously hurt if you don't cut it out." Legolas glared at his friend.
"There's nothing wrong with me!" he shouted, then turned and fled toward the dorms. Aragorn followed on his skateboard.
He found the elf lying on his back on his bed staring at the ceiling. He quietly approached him.
"What's up?" he asked while sitting on his own bed. Legolas said nothing but continued to stare unblinkingly, which was very unnerving. Aragorn got up and gently touched the prince on the arm. Legolas moaned and rolled away.
Aragorn suddenly had a hunch. He left the elf and started down the hall.
He went past his homeroom (Hey! Get back here! You have a month of ISS!), past his current class, all the way to the counselor's office-Galadriel. He burst in such a rush that several papers flew off the elf's desk. She looked up at him with a piercing gaze.
"You are stressed." she said simply. It was not a question. Aragorn didn't know what to do so he nodded. "It is not often that I get visitors." she said while straitening her desk. That sounded odd to Aragorn.
"Why?" he asked curiously.
"Is it not said 'Go not to the elves for counsel'? Why then would people come? Unless they really are desperate..." she took a short plunge into his mind. The future king sat slowly in a chair.
"Well, actually I came here for some instructions on spells and magic and...stuff. Or maybe a look in your mirror." Galadriel stiffened.
"I can't let you use my mirror." she said tightly. Aragorn gave her a look.
"How come?" he said. She looked angry. Aragorn was afraid she was going to turn green soon.
"The headmaster made me get rid of it...said it'd attract too many birds and he didn't want birds in this school."
Aragorn felt like laughing. He then thought of Legolas and Arwen and became somber again.
"It's my friends. Something is wrong." Galadriel nodded.
"The mafia has reemerged. "She stated dramatically. Aragorn brightened.
"You don't believe they are a myth then?" he asked.
"Heavens, no! I was once a victim of the mafia myself. I know perfectly well they exist. But the headmaster refuses to believe that. He makes them into a legend to keep students from roaming empty halls. Speaking of the mafia...how do you know about them?"
Aragorn began his whole story...how they had met the mafia, how they had escaped, how Arwen had become one of them, and Legolas's strange behavior. Galadriel seemed shocked at the part about Arwen, but did not interrupt. When the king had finished, she sat back and thought. "Well, I do know that Legolas's behavior can be explained. He is-"
But just then the door flew open once more and Professor Gandalf burst in.
"There you are!" he screamed, pointing a finger at Aragorn.
"You are breaking so many rules even Saruman could not count them, and he's the ALGEBRA TEACHER!"
Aragorn jumped from his seat and tensed himself to run, but Gandalf saw.
"Oh, no you don't you...you...NINIB-FIREB!"* With that he raised his staff and shouted something so loud it was unintelligible. Something white flew out of the staff and wrapped itself around Aragorn's wrists, so forcefully that he hit the wall. Gandalf leaned into the future king's face and smiled maniacally.
"YOU...are coming with me."
*Petty Mortal
CHAPTER 4
The four friends stopped at the other end of the school. They leaned against a wall, breathing hard. Aragorn and Legolas set the girls down and went into a corner to talk. Legolas looked back at the injured girls anxiously.
"So what do we do?" he asked. Aragorn shook his head.
"Well first we need to get them to the hospital wing." he said. Legolas nodded his head. But his eyes were distant. "What's wrong?" Aragorn asked his friend. Legolas shook his head as if to clear his mind.
"Its nothing." he replied. "Actually, I feel...odd. Like something's not right. But it's probably just that little experience back there." Aragorn nodded but kept a sharp eye on the prince.
They picked up the girls again and walked off towards the hospital wing.
_And at the other end of the school, Arwen began making something. An evil something. She was not yet beaten._
Legolas and Aragorn charged into the hospital wing with the she-elves.
"Help!" Aragorn cried. "Please help us!" The twins came out of their room with annoyed looks on their faces.
"Some people are very sick in here." Elladan said to them. Aragorn walked past him and gently laid Lynn down on a bed. Legolas laid Elana in a nearby bed as well. The twins bent over them.
"What on earth happened?" Elladan asked Legolas. Legolas looked pained.
"They were taken by the school mafia." he told them. Elrohir gave him a look.
"The school mafia is just a legend, a myth to keep students from wandering the halls at night." He said. Legolas grimaced. Aragorn knew something was wrong, but didn't say any thing. He began to keep a sharper eye on the elf. "Please, can you heal them?" he asked. Elladan nodded thoughtfully.
"Yes." he said. "But it will take a while. Some day's maybe." Aragorn gave his thanks and elbowed Legolas, who had looked as if he was going to be sick.
"Thank you so much." Legolas said between clenched teeth. He and Aragorn left the hospital wing. As soon as they were out, Aragorn whirled and confronted the elf.
"Are we going to have to go through the pain issue again?" he asked. (Avery's note: NO! not the PAIN ISSUE!) Legolas looked puzzled.
"Pain issue?" he asked distantly. Aragorn rolled his eyes.
"Yes, Legolas, the one where everyone can see you hurt but you still try to conceal it. You are going to get seriously hurt if you don't cut it out." Legolas glared at his friend.
"There's nothing wrong with me!" he shouted, then turned and fled toward the dorms. Aragorn followed on his skateboard.
He found the elf lying on his back on his bed staring at the ceiling. He quietly approached him.
"What's up?" he asked while sitting on his own bed. Legolas said nothing but continued to stare unblinkingly, which was very unnerving. Aragorn got up and gently touched the prince on the arm. Legolas moaned and rolled away.
Aragorn suddenly had a hunch. He left the elf and started down the hall.
He went past his homeroom (Hey! Get back here! You have a month of ISS!), past his current class, all the way to the counselor's office-Galadriel. He burst in such a rush that several papers flew off the elf's desk. She looked up at him with a piercing gaze.
"You are stressed." she said simply. It was not a question. Aragorn didn't know what to do so he nodded. "It is not often that I get visitors." she said while straitening her desk. That sounded odd to Aragorn.
"Why?" he asked curiously.
"Is it not said 'Go not to the elves for counsel'? Why then would people come? Unless they really are desperate..." she took a short plunge into his mind. The future king sat slowly in a chair.
"Well, actually I came here for some instructions on spells and magic and...stuff. Or maybe a look in your mirror." Galadriel stiffened.
"I can't let you use my mirror." she said tightly. Aragorn gave her a look.
"How come?" he said. She looked angry. Aragorn was afraid she was going to turn green soon.
"The headmaster made me get rid of it...said it'd attract too many birds and he didn't want birds in this school."
Aragorn felt like laughing. He then thought of Legolas and Arwen and became somber again.
"It's my friends. Something is wrong." Galadriel nodded.
"The mafia has reemerged. "She stated dramatically. Aragorn brightened.
"You don't believe they are a myth then?" he asked.
"Heavens, no! I was once a victim of the mafia myself. I know perfectly well they exist. But the headmaster refuses to believe that. He makes them into a legend to keep students from roaming empty halls. Speaking of the mafia...how do you know about them?"
Aragorn began his whole story...how they had met the mafia, how they had escaped, how Arwen had become one of them, and Legolas's strange behavior. Galadriel seemed shocked at the part about Arwen, but did not interrupt. When the king had finished, she sat back and thought. "Well, I do know that Legolas's behavior can be explained. He is-"
But just then the door flew open once more and Professor Gandalf burst in.
"There you are!" he screamed, pointing a finger at Aragorn.
"You are breaking so many rules even Saruman could not count them, and he's the ALGEBRA TEACHER!"
Aragorn jumped from his seat and tensed himself to run, but Gandalf saw.
"Oh, no you don't you...you...NINIB-FIREB!"* With that he raised his staff and shouted something so loud it was unintelligible. Something white flew out of the staff and wrapped itself around Aragorn's wrists, so forcefully that he hit the wall. Gandalf leaned into the future king's face and smiled maniacally.
"YOU...are coming with me."
*Petty Mortal
