Title: Lord Elrond's Private Boarding School (RE-posted)
Author(s): Fiora_da_insane, Christina Booth, and the rest of the personalities in our head
Disclaimer: We own: Fiora, Sefera, Arantha, and that's it so far. We also own the plot. Our close friend, and fellow writer, 'Novaeariel', owns Adalea, we're just borrowing her, and have promised to return her in one piece, Grima-Free. J. R. R. Tolkien owns Middle Earth; We're just playing in it. He also owns all the characters not previously mentioned, We're just sending them to school.
Arwench belongs to the Breegirls, I hope they don't mind me using it...
Summary: THIS IS AN A/U. A Private Boarding School in Middle-Earth! You know this is going to be bad. Mix of O/C and Real characters, NO Mary-sues (is there are, you can mutilate them in your reviews). Food-fights, social groups, and classes very soon! Plus, the much beloved Prince of Mirkwood is on his way.
Rating: Erm...PG-13, Just in case, you know, for the 'prudes.'
Feedback: Yes Please! We'd LOVE to hear what you have to say!
Comments: I didn't like the first one, so I'm trying this again.
Dedication: Uh...To Legolas, Haldir, Aragorn, and Figwit! In addition, anyone who helps us write this! I.e. reviews...Along with Camilla Sandman, creator of OFUM, and Aiwendil Greenleaf, creator of The Private Rehabilitation Center of Minas Tirith. YOU BOTH ROCK!
Oh yeah, and Novaeariel, who wrote some diary thing for the Nazgûl...Read it, don't review it, or else she'll win...
If you have Pairing suggestions, comments, criticism, an opinion, or a flame, PLEASE leave them in your review before you go! Don't even have to sign it!
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One school to take them all, one school to break them
One school to teach them all, and in the classroom Re-make them
In the school of Elrond where the delinquents lie.
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It was early Saturday morning in Lord Elrond's Private Boarding School, and most of the students were sleeping in, or refusing to get up due to throbbing headaches from the party held last night. After all, classes were to start on Tuesday, and everyone wanted to relax before then. Why classes were starting on Tuesday rather than Monday nobody was really sure, although most thought it had to do with the two classrooms that had been desecrated - presumably by students who had yet to be caught. Most were hoping they would strike again, postponing classes for however long they could.
Aragorn, son of Arathorn, was one such student. He groaned audibly as a beam of sunlight hit his tender eyes, and threw a pillow over them. He was echoed by the voice of another in the room, followed with violent swearing from someone else.
"Boromir," growled Aragorn, as the swearing subsided, "What it the matter, my friend?" yet he made no move to raise from the bed, or remove the pillow his eyes.
The voice that replied was not Boromir's, however, but that of Aragorn's other roommate, an elf named Malfanaion, who sounded torn between amusement and pain; "It would seem he found the dead frog his beloved human lover left him last night."
"Lover?" Aragorn gulped down a laugh, sending pain coursing through his head. "Valar, my head hurts." He sat up, and blinked in the to-well-lit room.
"Mine as well, brother Aragorn" replied Boromir, who had apparently stepped on the slimy creature, and was trying to wipe the remains off his foot with a cloth, "And for future reference, master Figwit, Sefera is not my lover, she is a mere friend."
Malfanaion, who had placed himself in front of his dresser before his looking glass, shot a glare at Boromir as he used the pet name given to him by an elf named Fiora. Aragorn rolled his eyes, ignoring the two, and reached for the bottle of painkillers he kept on his bed stand.
As Aragorn slid out of bed, a loud knock on the door interrupted a staring contest that had started between man and elf, and was followed by a female voice; Aragorn recognized it as Sefera, shouting, "Are you boys ready yet? Breakfast will be served soon, and I for one would like to arrive before the rest of the students swallow it all!"
"We'll be out in a minute!" Aragorn yelled back, pulling a shirt, and sitting down to put on his boots. Boromir tore his eyes from Malfanaion to finish dressing himself, the elf likewise to finish brushing his hair.
Sefera sighed irritably, as she tapped her foot on the floor, waiting for the 'boys' to emerge from their room. "Vána help us, how long does it take? Throw on something and get out here!"
"You forget, lady Sefera," shouted Malfanaion, as he started for the door, "Some of us aren't so uptight when it come to drinking."
"Silence yourself, Figwit," the human snapped as the elf left the room, "If it wasn't for me, you would have left with your dear Arwench last night, or have you forgotten."
"Do not call me Figwit...Arwen?" A look of horror crossed his face, and he stared at her. "I nearly LEFT with Arwen?"
Sefera giggled, and took a step away from him, as Aragorn emerged from his room. "You what, Malfanaion?"
"Remind me never to get drunk again." He replied, and started from the breakfast hall.
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Arantha, daughter of one of the richest lords of Gondor (and might proud of it, might I add), finished brushing her hair, and started for the door; but not without casting a glare at her roommate, a young elf maiden by the name of Adalea, who returned the favor with more venom in her eyes then the human could muster. Arantha let out a 'humph' and continued on her way to...well, wherever snotty humans go. Adalea could care less. She had more important things to do.
Grinning rather evilly to herself, brown eyes flickering with mischief, the blonde elf moved quickly to take out a small cloth wrapped around something from under her bed. Maintaining her grin, the elf snuck over to the bed of her roommate, and unwrapped whatever it was, and gently tucked it under Arantha's sheets.
"Never call an elf vain," she hissed, tossing the cloth to the floor. I wonder what else I can do to her?" creeping around, she glanced around for any dirt she could get on the human. Deciding the locked bed stand would prove promising, she bent over and swiftly began to pick the lock with a...well...lock pick.
A click came from the object, and her grin widened. "A diary is it?" she mused, lifting it from it's place under a stack of parchment. Such lovely dirt!
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Arantha marched down the halls of the school, her brown hair trailing behind her, bouncing gently on the cloth of her long white dress. She walked with the grace of a lady, all the while glaring down at anyone that passed her. Dwarf, human, elf, hobbit, they were all lesser than herself.
She stopped on her way down the hallway to knock at a door and yell, "Arwen, are you ready yet?"
"Hold on," sang a voice from inside the room. Valar, Arantha hated elves, singing all the time, so damn beautiful. Why did she even bother? That's right, she was Lord Elrond's daughter. Was what it her father had said? You can always tell where a person was going by the company they keep. If She was going to go far, Arantha was going to have to put up with snobbish elves and the like for a long time.
Still, that didn't mean she had to like it. "Hurry up, Arwen! Breakfast will start soon and everyone stares if you come in late."
Grumbling was heard behind the door, and the elf previously mentioned exited the room, wearing a stunning green dress. Arantha didn't say anything about, and instead started toward the Breakfast hall, gossiping with her Elvin companion.
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Frodo Baggins, son of Drogo Baggins, lay curled up in his little bed in his little room in the boy's dormitories of the worst boarding school in the history of Middle Earth, truing to ignore the hissing the worst roommate ever.
"Precioussss, Gollum, my precious, my love, my preciousssss" came the hissing from the other bed, where a small gray creature sat, crouched over something in its hands.
Frodo rolled over, and snagged his pillow, holding it tightly over his head.
"PRECIOUS!" the other screeched loudly, jumping up and down on his bed.
"WILL YOU SHUT UP!" snapped Frodo, throwing his pillow at his roommate.
"My love, My precious," he hissed, crouching over his bed, cradling the something. "It's mine!" he shouted, as the pillow came flying at him, and then leapt off his bed, and crouched down in a corner, "it wouldn't take it from us, would it... Gollum?"
"No, I wouldn't," muttered Frodo irritably, sitting up, "Smeagol, will you put some clothes on?"
"Is it telling us to dress ourselves?" the other mused to himself, still crouched in a corner, "does it dislike us as we is? Shall we please it? Or shall we not?"
"Why should we please it," he answered himself, "It has done nothing for us! Let us kill it!" Smeagol looked up at Frodo with wild eyes, and started to crawl out of his corner, much in the way a cat stalks a mouse. Frodo gulped audibly, and climbed out of bed, reaching slowly for his sword, Sting, until...
Wumph! "Gah!" Smeagol leapt from the door as it swung open, and retreated to the bathroom.
"Sam!" cried Frodo happily, "thank goodness you here"
"Has the stinker been up to his old tricks again, Mr. Frodo?" asked Sam, glancing around the room for the creature in question. "You should really ask Elrond for a room change."
"Sam, you shouldn't say things like that about him!" scolded Frodo. Then, dropping his voice, "Besides, you know Elrond won't let me change rooms."
"Well, at least stop sleeping in here," reasoned Sam, "You never know, that stinker might strangle you in your sleep"
"He'd do no such thing!" snapped Frodo, turning towards the bathroom. "Now come on out Smeagol, that's a good boy, come on out, and well put some clothes on you"
"MY PRECIOUS!" Both Sam and Frodo jumped, as Smeagol very suddenly flew out of the bathroom, and out into the hall, wearing nothing but a loincloth.
"We'd better go after him," sighted Frodo, grabbing a cloak for the gray one, and both hobbits gave chase after him.
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Fiora Flagraton sighed irritability, as she leaned against the doors of the breakfast hall, watching the long line form in front of it. The good food went fast here, and to be first in line was something very few could pull off. Therefore, naturally, Fiora or one of her friends would wake up extra early and get here first. That way, the whole group got a fair meal, and was ready to go about their business.
Unfortunately, part of this plan included showing up, something nobody seemed to be doing at the time.
Fiora glanced out the window at the sun, and muttered a curse under her breath. She really didn't want to block the doors again, just so her friends could eat. Then again, it was rather fun...Even when that human girl tried to kill her...
Especially when the human girl had tried to kill her. The poor clumsy dear had tried to hit her, and had missed spectacularly, managing to throw herself in a passing bin of trash. Despite everyone being very angry with her for blocking breakfast, they had cheered her on after she had 'thrown' (She hadn't touched the girl, but nobody would listen to her) the human into the trash. Apparently, she was well known and well hated. Too bad Fiora couldn't remember her name.
The elf girl sighed again, and changed position, putting more of her weight against the door, while playing with her red hair. She got a lot of stares for her hair color, since elves generally didn't have red hair. Fiora couldn't even remember ever seeing an elf with red hair. Of course, the black dress didn't help either.
It was then the crowd outside the hall began to part, as a human with brown hair, followed closely by an elf, made their way roughly through, stopping a few feet before Fiora, as the people around them began to draw back, hoping for a good fight.
"Well, if it isn't dear Fiora again," snarled Arantha, "Going to be holding up breakfast again so you can fill yourself with the best food with your dear friends once more?"
Fiora smiled gently, all the while trying to remember the girl's name. "I should hope I would not have to," she replied, maintaining eye contact, "But I fear I may do so once more, if they fail to arrive on time. I pray you will not attempt to assault me once more, my lady...What was your name again?"
The reply wasn't meant to be either offensive or humorous, but seemed to have both effects. The majority of the hall started laughing at the memory of Arantha covered in rotting fruit, while the girl glared at her. She did open her mouth to reply, but was cut short.
"Not starting any more fights, are you, lady Fiora?" Aragorn had finally made it, and just in time too.
"No, my lord Aragorn, I have not been, for it was the human who spoke first." Fiora returned, keeping the formal voice that Aragorn had started.
"That is god to hear, my dear lady," it was Malfanaion, who spoke now, stepping out next to Aragorn, "I would hate to see you thrown in detention for thrashing a mere human lady before classes have even started." A few people snickered at the obvious blow to the girls ego.
"I assure you, master elf, it would not be me who would be 'trashed'," Arantha hissed back, shooting a glare at the three who had sided against her.
Fiora shot a glare at Malfanaion and Aragorn, but as the words escaped the girl's lips, she changed her glare to her. "Excuse me, Lady whatever-your- name-is," she snapped, not at all liking the fact that this human, who had fallen in trash trying to hit her, thought she could best her in battle, "I believe you were the one that failed to hit me, and fell, mind you, FELL into a trash bin. I hardly doubt I would have to thrash you, for I would have to do is step aside, and let the floor do it for me."
Arantha and Fiora both looked ready to kill each other, and near everyone drew back, expecting a full-fledged girl-fight to break out (Hopefully including ripping of dresses) when a loud voice was heard screaming "MY PRECIOUS!"
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Adalea and Sefera both grinned from their place on the far side of the hall, as they watched Arantha fall to the floor, all the while Smeagol screaming about his precious.
"Now why'd you have to go and do that?" asked Sam, as he stared at the elf and human girls who had just told the gray hobbit...thing...that the human it...he was now attacking had his 'precious.'
The elf just grinned, and started for the crowd, while the human looked down at him, shoving her black hair from her face. "A word of advice, master hobbit," she said gently, glancing up meaningfully at the retreating elf, "Never tell an elf she's vain."
Sam frowned gently. "I'll think I'll remember that, miss. Now, if you don't mind, I think I'd best be getting mister Elrond to come deal with this."
"That might be a good idea," agreed the human, as she started after his friend.
As Sam walked off, he wondered if perhaps the elves weren't as great as he had always thought of them to be.
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A/N: So, what do you think? Do you like it, or do you hate it? Will you be back for seconds, or are you full after the first? PLEASE review, and let me know if I should continue!
In addition, Legolas will become part of this fiction, if I continue it. Thanks!
Moreover, if you are interested in becoming a Beta-reader, I could really use one, if you hadn't noticed all the spelling and grammar mistakes that word missed. The paper clip is ASLEEP! *Grumbles about evil paperclips sleeping on the job*
Author(s): Fiora_da_insane, Christina Booth, and the rest of the personalities in our head
Disclaimer: We own: Fiora, Sefera, Arantha, and that's it so far. We also own the plot. Our close friend, and fellow writer, 'Novaeariel', owns Adalea, we're just borrowing her, and have promised to return her in one piece, Grima-Free. J. R. R. Tolkien owns Middle Earth; We're just playing in it. He also owns all the characters not previously mentioned, We're just sending them to school.
Arwench belongs to the Breegirls, I hope they don't mind me using it...
Summary: THIS IS AN A/U. A Private Boarding School in Middle-Earth! You know this is going to be bad. Mix of O/C and Real characters, NO Mary-sues (is there are, you can mutilate them in your reviews). Food-fights, social groups, and classes very soon! Plus, the much beloved Prince of Mirkwood is on his way.
Rating: Erm...PG-13, Just in case, you know, for the 'prudes.'
Feedback: Yes Please! We'd LOVE to hear what you have to say!
Comments: I didn't like the first one, so I'm trying this again.
Dedication: Uh...To Legolas, Haldir, Aragorn, and Figwit! In addition, anyone who helps us write this! I.e. reviews...Along with Camilla Sandman, creator of OFUM, and Aiwendil Greenleaf, creator of The Private Rehabilitation Center of Minas Tirith. YOU BOTH ROCK!
Oh yeah, and Novaeariel, who wrote some diary thing for the Nazgûl...Read it, don't review it, or else she'll win...
If you have Pairing suggestions, comments, criticism, an opinion, or a flame, PLEASE leave them in your review before you go! Don't even have to sign it!
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One school to take them all, one school to break them
One school to teach them all, and in the classroom Re-make them
In the school of Elrond where the delinquents lie.
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It was early Saturday morning in Lord Elrond's Private Boarding School, and most of the students were sleeping in, or refusing to get up due to throbbing headaches from the party held last night. After all, classes were to start on Tuesday, and everyone wanted to relax before then. Why classes were starting on Tuesday rather than Monday nobody was really sure, although most thought it had to do with the two classrooms that had been desecrated - presumably by students who had yet to be caught. Most were hoping they would strike again, postponing classes for however long they could.
Aragorn, son of Arathorn, was one such student. He groaned audibly as a beam of sunlight hit his tender eyes, and threw a pillow over them. He was echoed by the voice of another in the room, followed with violent swearing from someone else.
"Boromir," growled Aragorn, as the swearing subsided, "What it the matter, my friend?" yet he made no move to raise from the bed, or remove the pillow his eyes.
The voice that replied was not Boromir's, however, but that of Aragorn's other roommate, an elf named Malfanaion, who sounded torn between amusement and pain; "It would seem he found the dead frog his beloved human lover left him last night."
"Lover?" Aragorn gulped down a laugh, sending pain coursing through his head. "Valar, my head hurts." He sat up, and blinked in the to-well-lit room.
"Mine as well, brother Aragorn" replied Boromir, who had apparently stepped on the slimy creature, and was trying to wipe the remains off his foot with a cloth, "And for future reference, master Figwit, Sefera is not my lover, she is a mere friend."
Malfanaion, who had placed himself in front of his dresser before his looking glass, shot a glare at Boromir as he used the pet name given to him by an elf named Fiora. Aragorn rolled his eyes, ignoring the two, and reached for the bottle of painkillers he kept on his bed stand.
As Aragorn slid out of bed, a loud knock on the door interrupted a staring contest that had started between man and elf, and was followed by a female voice; Aragorn recognized it as Sefera, shouting, "Are you boys ready yet? Breakfast will be served soon, and I for one would like to arrive before the rest of the students swallow it all!"
"We'll be out in a minute!" Aragorn yelled back, pulling a shirt, and sitting down to put on his boots. Boromir tore his eyes from Malfanaion to finish dressing himself, the elf likewise to finish brushing his hair.
Sefera sighed irritably, as she tapped her foot on the floor, waiting for the 'boys' to emerge from their room. "Vána help us, how long does it take? Throw on something and get out here!"
"You forget, lady Sefera," shouted Malfanaion, as he started for the door, "Some of us aren't so uptight when it come to drinking."
"Silence yourself, Figwit," the human snapped as the elf left the room, "If it wasn't for me, you would have left with your dear Arwench last night, or have you forgotten."
"Do not call me Figwit...Arwen?" A look of horror crossed his face, and he stared at her. "I nearly LEFT with Arwen?"
Sefera giggled, and took a step away from him, as Aragorn emerged from his room. "You what, Malfanaion?"
"Remind me never to get drunk again." He replied, and started from the breakfast hall.
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Arantha, daughter of one of the richest lords of Gondor (and might proud of it, might I add), finished brushing her hair, and started for the door; but not without casting a glare at her roommate, a young elf maiden by the name of Adalea, who returned the favor with more venom in her eyes then the human could muster. Arantha let out a 'humph' and continued on her way to...well, wherever snotty humans go. Adalea could care less. She had more important things to do.
Grinning rather evilly to herself, brown eyes flickering with mischief, the blonde elf moved quickly to take out a small cloth wrapped around something from under her bed. Maintaining her grin, the elf snuck over to the bed of her roommate, and unwrapped whatever it was, and gently tucked it under Arantha's sheets.
"Never call an elf vain," she hissed, tossing the cloth to the floor. I wonder what else I can do to her?" creeping around, she glanced around for any dirt she could get on the human. Deciding the locked bed stand would prove promising, she bent over and swiftly began to pick the lock with a...well...lock pick.
A click came from the object, and her grin widened. "A diary is it?" she mused, lifting it from it's place under a stack of parchment. Such lovely dirt!
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Arantha marched down the halls of the school, her brown hair trailing behind her, bouncing gently on the cloth of her long white dress. She walked with the grace of a lady, all the while glaring down at anyone that passed her. Dwarf, human, elf, hobbit, they were all lesser than herself.
She stopped on her way down the hallway to knock at a door and yell, "Arwen, are you ready yet?"
"Hold on," sang a voice from inside the room. Valar, Arantha hated elves, singing all the time, so damn beautiful. Why did she even bother? That's right, she was Lord Elrond's daughter. Was what it her father had said? You can always tell where a person was going by the company they keep. If She was going to go far, Arantha was going to have to put up with snobbish elves and the like for a long time.
Still, that didn't mean she had to like it. "Hurry up, Arwen! Breakfast will start soon and everyone stares if you come in late."
Grumbling was heard behind the door, and the elf previously mentioned exited the room, wearing a stunning green dress. Arantha didn't say anything about, and instead started toward the Breakfast hall, gossiping with her Elvin companion.
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Frodo Baggins, son of Drogo Baggins, lay curled up in his little bed in his little room in the boy's dormitories of the worst boarding school in the history of Middle Earth, truing to ignore the hissing the worst roommate ever.
"Precioussss, Gollum, my precious, my love, my preciousssss" came the hissing from the other bed, where a small gray creature sat, crouched over something in its hands.
Frodo rolled over, and snagged his pillow, holding it tightly over his head.
"PRECIOUS!" the other screeched loudly, jumping up and down on his bed.
"WILL YOU SHUT UP!" snapped Frodo, throwing his pillow at his roommate.
"My love, My precious," he hissed, crouching over his bed, cradling the something. "It's mine!" he shouted, as the pillow came flying at him, and then leapt off his bed, and crouched down in a corner, "it wouldn't take it from us, would it... Gollum?"
"No, I wouldn't," muttered Frodo irritably, sitting up, "Smeagol, will you put some clothes on?"
"Is it telling us to dress ourselves?" the other mused to himself, still crouched in a corner, "does it dislike us as we is? Shall we please it? Or shall we not?"
"Why should we please it," he answered himself, "It has done nothing for us! Let us kill it!" Smeagol looked up at Frodo with wild eyes, and started to crawl out of his corner, much in the way a cat stalks a mouse. Frodo gulped audibly, and climbed out of bed, reaching slowly for his sword, Sting, until...
Wumph! "Gah!" Smeagol leapt from the door as it swung open, and retreated to the bathroom.
"Sam!" cried Frodo happily, "thank goodness you here"
"Has the stinker been up to his old tricks again, Mr. Frodo?" asked Sam, glancing around the room for the creature in question. "You should really ask Elrond for a room change."
"Sam, you shouldn't say things like that about him!" scolded Frodo. Then, dropping his voice, "Besides, you know Elrond won't let me change rooms."
"Well, at least stop sleeping in here," reasoned Sam, "You never know, that stinker might strangle you in your sleep"
"He'd do no such thing!" snapped Frodo, turning towards the bathroom. "Now come on out Smeagol, that's a good boy, come on out, and well put some clothes on you"
"MY PRECIOUS!" Both Sam and Frodo jumped, as Smeagol very suddenly flew out of the bathroom, and out into the hall, wearing nothing but a loincloth.
"We'd better go after him," sighted Frodo, grabbing a cloak for the gray one, and both hobbits gave chase after him.
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Fiora Flagraton sighed irritability, as she leaned against the doors of the breakfast hall, watching the long line form in front of it. The good food went fast here, and to be first in line was something very few could pull off. Therefore, naturally, Fiora or one of her friends would wake up extra early and get here first. That way, the whole group got a fair meal, and was ready to go about their business.
Unfortunately, part of this plan included showing up, something nobody seemed to be doing at the time.
Fiora glanced out the window at the sun, and muttered a curse under her breath. She really didn't want to block the doors again, just so her friends could eat. Then again, it was rather fun...Even when that human girl tried to kill her...
Especially when the human girl had tried to kill her. The poor clumsy dear had tried to hit her, and had missed spectacularly, managing to throw herself in a passing bin of trash. Despite everyone being very angry with her for blocking breakfast, they had cheered her on after she had 'thrown' (She hadn't touched the girl, but nobody would listen to her) the human into the trash. Apparently, she was well known and well hated. Too bad Fiora couldn't remember her name.
The elf girl sighed again, and changed position, putting more of her weight against the door, while playing with her red hair. She got a lot of stares for her hair color, since elves generally didn't have red hair. Fiora couldn't even remember ever seeing an elf with red hair. Of course, the black dress didn't help either.
It was then the crowd outside the hall began to part, as a human with brown hair, followed closely by an elf, made their way roughly through, stopping a few feet before Fiora, as the people around them began to draw back, hoping for a good fight.
"Well, if it isn't dear Fiora again," snarled Arantha, "Going to be holding up breakfast again so you can fill yourself with the best food with your dear friends once more?"
Fiora smiled gently, all the while trying to remember the girl's name. "I should hope I would not have to," she replied, maintaining eye contact, "But I fear I may do so once more, if they fail to arrive on time. I pray you will not attempt to assault me once more, my lady...What was your name again?"
The reply wasn't meant to be either offensive or humorous, but seemed to have both effects. The majority of the hall started laughing at the memory of Arantha covered in rotting fruit, while the girl glared at her. She did open her mouth to reply, but was cut short.
"Not starting any more fights, are you, lady Fiora?" Aragorn had finally made it, and just in time too.
"No, my lord Aragorn, I have not been, for it was the human who spoke first." Fiora returned, keeping the formal voice that Aragorn had started.
"That is god to hear, my dear lady," it was Malfanaion, who spoke now, stepping out next to Aragorn, "I would hate to see you thrown in detention for thrashing a mere human lady before classes have even started." A few people snickered at the obvious blow to the girls ego.
"I assure you, master elf, it would not be me who would be 'trashed'," Arantha hissed back, shooting a glare at the three who had sided against her.
Fiora shot a glare at Malfanaion and Aragorn, but as the words escaped the girl's lips, she changed her glare to her. "Excuse me, Lady whatever-your- name-is," she snapped, not at all liking the fact that this human, who had fallen in trash trying to hit her, thought she could best her in battle, "I believe you were the one that failed to hit me, and fell, mind you, FELL into a trash bin. I hardly doubt I would have to thrash you, for I would have to do is step aside, and let the floor do it for me."
Arantha and Fiora both looked ready to kill each other, and near everyone drew back, expecting a full-fledged girl-fight to break out (Hopefully including ripping of dresses) when a loud voice was heard screaming "MY PRECIOUS!"
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Adalea and Sefera both grinned from their place on the far side of the hall, as they watched Arantha fall to the floor, all the while Smeagol screaming about his precious.
"Now why'd you have to go and do that?" asked Sam, as he stared at the elf and human girls who had just told the gray hobbit...thing...that the human it...he was now attacking had his 'precious.'
The elf just grinned, and started for the crowd, while the human looked down at him, shoving her black hair from her face. "A word of advice, master hobbit," she said gently, glancing up meaningfully at the retreating elf, "Never tell an elf she's vain."
Sam frowned gently. "I'll think I'll remember that, miss. Now, if you don't mind, I think I'd best be getting mister Elrond to come deal with this."
"That might be a good idea," agreed the human, as she started after his friend.
As Sam walked off, he wondered if perhaps the elves weren't as great as he had always thought of them to be.
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A/N: So, what do you think? Do you like it, or do you hate it? Will you be back for seconds, or are you full after the first? PLEASE review, and let me know if I should continue!
In addition, Legolas will become part of this fiction, if I continue it. Thanks!
Moreover, if you are interested in becoming a Beta-reader, I could really use one, if you hadn't noticed all the spelling and grammar mistakes that word missed. The paper clip is ASLEEP! *Grumbles about evil paperclips sleeping on the job*