Chapter Ten

Breakups and annoying ex-principals

The two watched Boromir strut back inside the cafeteria, hoping that something good could possibly come out from all of this. Jamie had a feeling the tall young man would be scarred for a while.

Legolas sighed, his mind absently finding comfort playing with Jamie's hair. Her eyes narrowed as she realized this.

"Legolas . . . .mellon en amin . . . do you mind?!"

The elf reguarded her, confused.

"Do I mind what? I was merely fixing-"

"I know!" she growled. "My hair is fine by itself."

"But it's tangled-"

"I LIKE TANGLES!!!"

The girls standing on the outskirts of the conversation glared death into Jamie's eyes. THEIR elf was braiding HER hair, of all people, and she wasn't even thankful for it! One of the cheerleaders, a snotty elf that even Arwen disliked, stepped forward, caressing the prince's cheek with her hand. Jamie couldn't help but notice how her shirt was obviously one or two sizes too small.

"You can do my hair, Legolas."

The young man's eyes turned to slits as he told the girl something that was obviously quite rude in elvish. Her eyes afire, the cheerleader stalked away, leading her band of Lego-worshippers along with her. Jamie only wished she could get away that easily.

Inside the cafeteria, Boromir had reached Vikki's table and had sat down beside her. She was in a rather pointless conversation with Robby, the boy from her math class, and neither acknowledged his presence. Finally, Boromir cleared his throat, still trying to be polite. Vikki did not respond. Tapping her on the shoulder, her head whipped around, an angry snarl on her face.

"What do you want?"

The knight was taken aback at her attitude. Gulping, her reminded himself of what his friends had said.

"I'd like to talk to you alone."

Vikki's frown changed suddenly to a smile.

"Oh, good! I need to talk to you, too."

Boromir felt relieved. Perhaps this would work out after all. The knight stood, expecting her to follow, when she tugged him back down into his seat. Before he could say anything, she spoke.

"Okay," she sighed, "I know this might be hard for you, but I'm afraid we have to break up."

The world ended.

Back outside, Jamie had stormed off to find the others. Legolas had decided to follow her, much to the girl's dismay. She knew the elf couldn't have a crush on her; there were millions of others who he could choose from. Besides, if she ever even let herself think Legolas was anything more then gruesome, Vikki would impale her.

Dashing around a corner she ran smack dab into none other then Ex-Principal Saruman, who was reprimanding Mike and Nicky. The Istari's fiery eyes startled her, allowing an unsuspecting Legolas to run smack dab into her back, thus knocking them both over into the wizard.

The wizard roared and raised his staff to smite those who had dared to run into him; besides, they had messed up his hair . . .

Jamie put a hand up over her face to deflect the blow and closed her eyes tight. To everyone's surprise a blast seemingly eminated from her hand as the staff came in contact with it, blowing Saruman over the heads of Nick and Mike and into a wall. Her eyes fluttering open, Jamie gladly accepted the hand Legolas extended to her to help the girl up.

Michael ran up to the two.

"What was that?" he whispered, staring at Jamie as if he were watching a ghost. The girl herself was obviously shaken.

"I don't know . . ."

Jamie was gazing at her hand, when suddenly she realized what must have happened.

"My ring . . ."