Here's a little summary if anyone is confused:
Vikki, Jamie, Mike, and Nick were met up with by the fellowship at their school one day because the young members of the Nine had been zapped there by some bizarre LotR god/goddess with a sick sense of humour. Those of evil (orcs, olephaunts, etc.) were also transported there because, well, Sauron needs a hobby and figured he wanted in on the action, too. When Vikki and Jamie woke up from their supposed 'dream' it was found that, no they had not dreamed it all, it's just that those perverted Valar (gods) wanted to have some more fun, play with their minds, and have the world of Middle-earth meld with that of our Earth. It was probably due to the fact that neither worlds are compatible if mixed. Now they are faced with a rather annoying predicament concerning . . . well, you and the rest of the reviewers will have to read on.
Chapter Seven
Gondorian boyfriends and a strange assembly
"Estel! He's after me again!" she cried.
Aragorn looked around, a grim frown etched in his face. Vikki was about to ask who when the boy in question streamed by. It was Shawn, one of the boys from Jamie and Vikki's wagon-ride.
"Arwen!" he cried. "My love for you is like a raging river, never to be quenched but by a thundering storm! My darling! Come to me!"
Aragorn stepped in front of the elf to glare at the ninth grader. Shawn noticed he was fingering his sword.
"Leave my girlfriend alone or face the consequences, freshmen."
The boy glowered. His smile brightened as he gazed upon Arwen. He turned to leave.
"Adieu, fair Lady! Adieu!"
Vikki, Jamie, Mike, and Nick were just staring in shock.
"That was the most sick perverted thing I have seen in a long, long time." Nicky commented. He glanced at Vikki. "Ah. Never mind. I forgot about you." he smiled, watching Vikki's reaction. Jamie had now noticed her friend was awake and, knowing the state Vikki was in, Jamie new that if the others weren't careful they could find themselves with a kick to the privates. Waving off Legolas who had succeeded in braiding his friend's hair, the girl went around to Vikki.
Now the young female was fuming worse then ever, flinching at Jamie's touch. Her friend could see in Vikki's eyes a boiling fury, one that could easily overflow. Getting the girl to her feet she shooed her over to the stairwell. It was here that the cauldron did, indeed, boil over.
"I HATE YOU!" she screamed, crying, and flinging herself over to the stair railing. Jamie was not surprised. She was not exactly happy about the whole situation, herself.
"I know you don't mean that."
Vikki sniffed.
"I know . . ." she mumbled. "But why Boromir? I like Legolas! Why did you get Legolas? (whimper) I want my Legolas!"
The girl was crying openly now, using Jamie's shirt as a convenient tissue. Jamie was grim.
"Hey, you think I like this? I'm my own worst enemy! It's like a tom-boy's nightmare!"
Her friend looked up.
"What in the heck are you talking about?! You have Legolas! He hugged you! You even have the stupid humans who I don't have a crush on! All I have is the dumber-then-a-rock Knight!"
Jamie glared.
"Vikki, if you haven't noticed, at least you have a boyfriend! I don't! To them, I'm just 'one of the guys.' You saw it, yourself! What did they do when they walked up? Did they give me a flower? Did they kiss my hand? No. They smacked me on the back, drew me in a bear hug, and messed up my hair."
"I like your hair." Vikki mumbled. Jamie rolled her eyes.
"That's not the point and you know it."
She sighed.
"Look at it this way. At least they're here. It doesn't look like Legolas is paired up with anyone. You still have a chance. Contrary to your belief, he is not mine."
Vikki managed an evil smile out of this and Julie knew her friend was feeling better. With that the two walked out to find Mike and Nicky over in a corner with Gimli, who had just arrived, apparently, where he was showing them his many axes. Aragorn had comforted the hysterical Arwen, while the others were waiting patiently for their friends to return.
Boromir looked extremely dejected. Upon Vikki's return, he walked up to her, sadly, getting down on bended knee for a second time.
"Be nice." Jamie whispered before she left to leave the two alone. Vikki grimaced, putting on a happy face as soon as the knight started talking.
"Um, my Lady," he began, nervous, "I am sorry for having offended you. I did not know you did not like roses. I will bring you a full bouquet of lavender on the morrow!" he grinned encouragingly, sweeping his hand about him as if to suggest the ground were covered in flowers. He was still holding the rose. Vikki saw Jamie give her a pointed look and so managed a rather ravaged and angry smile. She picked the rose up out of Boromir's hand.
"Oh, no, Boromir. That's quite all right. I love this rose. You don't need to bring me any more." the girl spoke through her teeth, still grinning.
"But I want to bring you flowers."
Vikki contained her anger.
"No." she said forcefully, managing a sweet giggle and walking over to Michael and Nick. She felt the need to annoy someone.
Boromir stood up, frowning. Slumping dejected back at the table, he glanced at the others. Eomer had fallen asleep, his language book open to chapter three. Aragorn had led Arwen over to where Eowyn and a few more of the elf's friends were gossiping, leading their nervous comrade into the sanctity of the girl's bathroom. With that done, the Numenorean had sat down next to Jamie, opposite Boromir. Legolas was still standing, having undone Jamie's braid and starting up anew. The girl had insisted that her hair had been fine the first time, but Legolas was one for perfection. Now the girl just tried to ignore him.
Boromir shook his head sadly looking at the others.
"I don't know what it is I am doing wrong," he muttered. "She's in such a peculiar mood today. Aragorn, does that ever happen with you and Arwen?"
The young man had been thinking deeply and hadn't heard his friend.
"Sorry, what did you say?"
Boromir sighed. He looked to Jamie.
"Miri, you are a girl. You know what other girls like. What is it? Does she not like me?"
Now the carnage was complete as far as Jamie was concerned. Boromir was asking advice about dating and, while asking his football buddies, had asked her. She felt like asking Gimli if she could borrow his ax so she could fall on it.
"Well, Boromir-"
Just then, the bell rang for first period. Talk about being saved by the bell! Before any could move, however, a voice came on above their heads. At first Jamie just waved it by as begin the intercom, but upon looking around to find that no such megaphonic system existed, realized that it must be magic. The voice sounded strangely familiar.
"All students please report to the gym for an announcement. Anyone not attending will be expelled!"
"Man," Eomer muttered, waking up, dragging his book-bag onto his back. "Principal Saruman must be in a bad mood."
Jamie started to choke, Aragorn finally slapping her on the back. Mike, Nicky, and Vikki had just come back over to the table. Michael turned a confused stare to Eomer.
"Principal Saruman? What the heck do you mean, principal? Mr. Jordan is the principal!"
Aragorn looked at him credulously.
"Mike, Mr. Jordan was never the principal. He's just the chemistry teacher."
Everyone was staring at the boy. Jamie was just recovering from her coughing fit, tears streaming down her face. Picking up her backpack, she slowly and shakily made her way towards the gym. The others followed suit.
Moments later the group was seated inside the gym awaiting their principal's arrival. The four humans glanced around in awe at who they saw there. The teachers had all been seated in chairs on the floor of the gym, away from the students in the bleachers. Scattered about the group of relatively normal faculty members were people like Elrond, Galadriel and her husband, Celeborn, Radagast, Bilbo Baggins and Tom Bombadil. Gandalf could be seen at the doors, ushering the children to their seats. This was unreal!
Suddenly the lights grew brighter as Saruman the White strode into the room looking a bit miffed but definitely arrogant and proud enough to put any trouble-making freshmen into thinking through their next scheme. The wizard made his way over to the podium and, clearing his throat, announced in a loud voice, "I have some good news for all of you." The students groaned, knowing that anything beginning with that could not possibly be in their best interest . . .