"If a dwarf mines alone in a cave and is buried alive, does anyone care?"
Legolas to Gimli from While the Ring went south by Thundera Tiger (Great
fan fiction, look it up!)
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Fiora: A VERY special thanks to 'Candycane loves Legalous' for being the first to place me on their favorite list! It inspired me to write more!
Gray Squirrel: Moving Dust Particles inspire you
Fiora: Shut up!
Fear not, 'VladimirsAngel' on the reviewer's bench, for a few certain blonde elves are on their way, Glorfindel as well, 'Clarenova', although he's a student, poor dear. Besides, he's too *hot* to have to be a stuffy old teacher, and I want to get him drunk! ^_~ Same with Haldir, he's WAY to *hot*.
Moreover, 'morchaint', I have de-digimon-ized Saruman.
Gray Squirrel: He was a digimon? What dies he digivole to?
Fiora: Shut up!
EIGHT Reviews so far! Yeah me! ^_^
In addition, I'm holding a mock poll for anyone who wants to put in their two sense, as to which color dress Boromir would look best in. Don't ask why, its Sefera's Idea, not mine.
So far black has been said, along with gold/red, and sparkly-silver/purple. See fiction for more information.
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Arantha sniffed indignantly as she marched passed a table filled with giggling hobbits, following closely behind Arwen as the made their way to their own table, filled with their own snobbish friends. "The wonders of being a she-child born rich," Sefera, mused to herself, watching the girls glare at anyone who dared to laugh. She turned abruptly to Boromir, and stated, "If you had been born a girl, I bet you would be much like her!"
Boromir, who had a mouth full of food, choked at this comment, and stared bewildered at the girl for a moment.
"Sefera, how do you come up with these things?" Adalea gave her friend the were-you-dropped-on-your-head-at-birth look, then giggled. "Imagine, Boromir in a dress." The majority of the table laughed, while Boromir tried to dislodge the bread from his throat.
"Oh, yes," Sefera squealed, "in a nice light-blue dress, with long hair pulled back in a bun,"
"I think he'd look better in a ruby red," cut in Aragorn
"Deep blue for me," put in Malfanaion.
"No, Aragorn's right, he's defiantly the red." Adalea stated, ducking as Boromir aimed a piece of cheese at her. "Actually, you'd probably look better in plainer colors. Maybe a Brooooown. Deeeeeeep Broooown."
"Actually, if you don't mind, I'd rather keep my clothes the way they are," Boromir said, all the while gazing at the giggling Adalea as if she had just grown rabbit ears.
"Well, Boromir, I think you would look fantastic in an elvish dress, both green and brown! It would match your hair wonderfully!" All eyes tuned to Fiora, as she finished speaking, fidgeting with the long sleeves of her own black dress as she spoke.
"This coming for the elf wearing a black dress?" Sefera snickered.
"I'm the only one in this school wearing one, aren't I?" she looked very proud of herself for a moment, until Halbarad, who was sitting down to eat with them, snorted.
"Yes, my lady Fiora, black is a most excellent color, for the queen of the Orcs." The man ducked down as she pelted him with anything on her plate she didn't plan to eat.
"Violence will get you now where, my lady Orc," Aragorn teased, grinning viciously.
"This coming from the man who was encouraging Miss queen-of-the-Valor to fight me this morning?" Fiora snapped back.
His grin faded a bit, "Arantha's been after me ever since our lady Arwen informed her of my...heritage."
"So you wanted me to slaughter her for you this morning?" Aragorn nodded. "Humph!" Fiora tuned away, as if offended.
"Give the poor man a break," Halbarad cut in, "He's to much of a gentlemen to do it himself."
"Personally, I feel sorry for you Boromir," said Sefera suddenly, with the air of causality, "You have to be led around by this half-wit when you get out of here." She ducked down under the table very quickly, as both rangers' threw something at her.
Adalea cleared her throat, "If you children are done with," she cut in, speaking loudly for a moment, but then her voice dropped, "I hear the new students are to arrive today."
"Oh yes," Fiora said brightly, "Lets hurry up and eat then, we need to find Éomer!"
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(A/N: Cover your ears, there may be squealing. *hands out towels*)
Legolas, prince of Mirkwood, fidgeted with the mane of his horse, in complete disbelief of what was going on. He was riding a white horse, among a company of elves, dwarves, hobbits, and humans, with Mithrandir in the lead, on the way to a boarding school. That was all perfectly normal, he supposed. The fact that Warg -riding - Orcs flanked the group was not in any way, however, normal.
All his life, Legolas has been taught that Orcs were a thing of evil, and Wargs were very much the same. Yet now, he, and various others who had been raised by the same beliefs, were left in the care of these brutes. What was Elrond thinking, sending them out to fetch the students? Mithrandir, or no, such treatment was beyond cruel.
"I cannot believe Lord Elrond would ally himself with such fowl creatures," hissed the elf that rode next to him, Glorfindel, shaking his head in disgust.
"I am sure all of us here feel the same, Glorfindel, but it would seem there is naught we could do of it." Both elves turned behind them, to meet the speaker, a Lothlórien elf by the name of Haldir. Beside him rode two other elves, his brothers, Rúmil and Orophin.
"Yes, it would seem that was Mithrandir's reasoning for removing all of our weapons before we began this journey" the prince muttered, glaring at the nearest Orc.
"Well, muttering about it will do us no good," put in Rúmil, also glaring at the Orcs, "although my horse does not care for such company. Tell me, do you know of the classes they are holding at this school? Our lord Celeborn it is said will be teaching various forms of math, and that is all I know."
"My father has offered to teach Archery at this school," offered Legolas, wondering silently to himself why the king of Mirkwood would do such a thing, "He spoke of Denethor of Gondor teaching fencing as well."
"Well, at least there will be some classes worth taking," mused Glorfindel, nodding his head gently, "I have heard talk of my Lord Elrond teaching a healing class."
While this talk went on amongst the elves, a pair of dwarves were riding their ponies, quite awkwardly, nearer to the back of the traveling group, were discussing the classes they planned to take.
"My father is teaching Blacksmithing at this school," Gimli boasted, "Although I fail to understand why he would work willing for an elf. However, that is a class I most certainly plan to take."
"Oh yes, Blacksmithing is a must," his companion, Larka, squealed, "And with you father teaching, it will be a very good class."
"The math classes they will be offering will hopefully be of much use, for I have heard that with such skills, we will be able to construct better tunnels for mining"
"And you will undoubtedly be the best miner in all of the Glittering caves!"
Gimli blushed slightly under his beard, as she once again complimented him on something. "Aye, the best miner," his eyes twinkled, as he glanced at her, "with the prettiest dwarf of at my side."
"Aww, Gimli. That's so sweet!" The dwarf girl leaned over to kiss him, but a snarling Orc and a snapping Warg pulled up in between them.
"None of that!" he glowered in common, before driving his beast off, muttering in his own foul tongue.
"I doubt I have ever see something so ugly, nor smelt something as bad as these foul creatures," Gimli muttered, glowering at the Orc, and then nearly fell off his horse as a bird whistled twice loudly somewhere near him. "Damn birds," he muttered, as Larka giggled at his clumsy-ness.
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Sefera waited patently from her hiding place just beyond the clearing where the group of new students would be riding their horses through in moments. A fair amount of the school was in the general area of the stables, where Eomer was waiting to calm the horses. The dwarves would be riding the ponies, and if all went well, they would fall off them when the dog howled.
The dog, which she suspected was half wolf, belonged to Fiora, and was a major part of the plan. If she didn't howl, they wouldn't be able to pull it off safely.
"Okay, Adalea, any time now" she murmured to herself, waiting patiently for the signal to set off the dog. Just moments ago, she had heard Fiora whistle twice, signifying two dwarves. Now all she had to do was wait for it...
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Merry and Pippin bounced happily along on their ponies, listening to the elves speaking of parties. "Did you have pints?" asked Pippin curiously, as the one named Orophin described his first drinking experience.
"Yes, we did, Pippin," replied the elf, glancing down at the hobbit, "many pints, if memory serves me correctly."
Rúmil laughed, "brother, you were so drunk that night, I hardly believe you remember what you speak of."
The rest laughed, but it was cut short, as the Wargs and Orcs very suddenly broke form the group, riding ahead of them and into the clearing before them, where they saw it...
"That's the school?" Haldir exclaimed, startled at what he saw. "Somehow, it's not quite what I was expecting."
"It is rather...drab...for my lord," agreed Glorfindel, as the group broke from the trees. A hawk screeched from somewhere above them, and Pippin was sure he heard a few crickets chirp. He had to agree with the elves, the school didn't look really elvish at all, rather, just like a regular old school.
Very suddenly, his pony bolted forward, along with the rest, as a Warg, (or wolf, or perhaps it was a dog) howled from somewhere nearby. Someone shouted something, he wasn't sure what, as he was trying to hang onto his pony, but whatever it was made the big horses stop.
The next thing he knew, the poor hobbit found himself being hung by his shirt, as he watched four ponies, two of them without riders, bolt for the stables ahead. "Oh, hey, thanks" he offered Orophin, who had grabbed him from his Horse. Legolas had grabbed his cousin, and both had to admit they were both very grateful.
For it wasn't long before the two dwarves fell off their horses.
After that, when they were both grumbling, and trying to get up, two water skins what out from the trees, followed by a few more, each hitting it's target, one of the dwarves, and exploding. They weren't filled with water either, but rather a black substance that seemed rather sticky.
The elves burst into laughter, Nearly dropping himself and his cousin, whilst the two hobbits laughed along as well. However, the attackers weren't done yet.
More water skins shot out from the trees, this time from them burst water and...Feathers?
In the end, two wet chicken-dwarves sat there in the middle of the field, everyone laughing hard, both the new arrivals and the students who had gathered near the stables to greet them. "It would seem Fiora is already here," Haldir exclaimed to his brothers, whipping tears from his eyes.
Pippin wondered briefly who Fiora was, and what she had to do with anything.
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A/N: Yeah! I'm done! Wee-hee! Now I'm off to watch Lord of the rings, Fellowship Of The Ring Extended version, featuring Merry and Pippin dancing on a table in the Green Dragon! I just got it to! It's my...yes...my precioussss...DON'T TOUCH IT!
BTW, what do you think of this? REVIEW please! Please? Pretty please with Chocolate sauce and (insert lust object here) on top? Hey...Haldir...hehe...*drool*
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Fiora: A VERY special thanks to 'Candycane loves Legalous' for being the first to place me on their favorite list! It inspired me to write more!
Gray Squirrel: Moving Dust Particles inspire you
Fiora: Shut up!
Fear not, 'VladimirsAngel' on the reviewer's bench, for a few certain blonde elves are on their way, Glorfindel as well, 'Clarenova', although he's a student, poor dear. Besides, he's too *hot* to have to be a stuffy old teacher, and I want to get him drunk! ^_~ Same with Haldir, he's WAY to *hot*.
Moreover, 'morchaint', I have de-digimon-ized Saruman.
Gray Squirrel: He was a digimon? What dies he digivole to?
Fiora: Shut up!
EIGHT Reviews so far! Yeah me! ^_^
In addition, I'm holding a mock poll for anyone who wants to put in their two sense, as to which color dress Boromir would look best in. Don't ask why, its Sefera's Idea, not mine.
So far black has been said, along with gold/red, and sparkly-silver/purple. See fiction for more information.
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Arantha sniffed indignantly as she marched passed a table filled with giggling hobbits, following closely behind Arwen as the made their way to their own table, filled with their own snobbish friends. "The wonders of being a she-child born rich," Sefera, mused to herself, watching the girls glare at anyone who dared to laugh. She turned abruptly to Boromir, and stated, "If you had been born a girl, I bet you would be much like her!"
Boromir, who had a mouth full of food, choked at this comment, and stared bewildered at the girl for a moment.
"Sefera, how do you come up with these things?" Adalea gave her friend the were-you-dropped-on-your-head-at-birth look, then giggled. "Imagine, Boromir in a dress." The majority of the table laughed, while Boromir tried to dislodge the bread from his throat.
"Oh, yes," Sefera squealed, "in a nice light-blue dress, with long hair pulled back in a bun,"
"I think he'd look better in a ruby red," cut in Aragorn
"Deep blue for me," put in Malfanaion.
"No, Aragorn's right, he's defiantly the red." Adalea stated, ducking as Boromir aimed a piece of cheese at her. "Actually, you'd probably look better in plainer colors. Maybe a Brooooown. Deeeeeeep Broooown."
"Actually, if you don't mind, I'd rather keep my clothes the way they are," Boromir said, all the while gazing at the giggling Adalea as if she had just grown rabbit ears.
"Well, Boromir, I think you would look fantastic in an elvish dress, both green and brown! It would match your hair wonderfully!" All eyes tuned to Fiora, as she finished speaking, fidgeting with the long sleeves of her own black dress as she spoke.
"This coming for the elf wearing a black dress?" Sefera snickered.
"I'm the only one in this school wearing one, aren't I?" she looked very proud of herself for a moment, until Halbarad, who was sitting down to eat with them, snorted.
"Yes, my lady Fiora, black is a most excellent color, for the queen of the Orcs." The man ducked down as she pelted him with anything on her plate she didn't plan to eat.
"Violence will get you now where, my lady Orc," Aragorn teased, grinning viciously.
"This coming from the man who was encouraging Miss queen-of-the-Valor to fight me this morning?" Fiora snapped back.
His grin faded a bit, "Arantha's been after me ever since our lady Arwen informed her of my...heritage."
"So you wanted me to slaughter her for you this morning?" Aragorn nodded. "Humph!" Fiora tuned away, as if offended.
"Give the poor man a break," Halbarad cut in, "He's to much of a gentlemen to do it himself."
"Personally, I feel sorry for you Boromir," said Sefera suddenly, with the air of causality, "You have to be led around by this half-wit when you get out of here." She ducked down under the table very quickly, as both rangers' threw something at her.
Adalea cleared her throat, "If you children are done with," she cut in, speaking loudly for a moment, but then her voice dropped, "I hear the new students are to arrive today."
"Oh yes," Fiora said brightly, "Lets hurry up and eat then, we need to find Éomer!"
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(A/N: Cover your ears, there may be squealing. *hands out towels*)
Legolas, prince of Mirkwood, fidgeted with the mane of his horse, in complete disbelief of what was going on. He was riding a white horse, among a company of elves, dwarves, hobbits, and humans, with Mithrandir in the lead, on the way to a boarding school. That was all perfectly normal, he supposed. The fact that Warg -riding - Orcs flanked the group was not in any way, however, normal.
All his life, Legolas has been taught that Orcs were a thing of evil, and Wargs were very much the same. Yet now, he, and various others who had been raised by the same beliefs, were left in the care of these brutes. What was Elrond thinking, sending them out to fetch the students? Mithrandir, or no, such treatment was beyond cruel.
"I cannot believe Lord Elrond would ally himself with such fowl creatures," hissed the elf that rode next to him, Glorfindel, shaking his head in disgust.
"I am sure all of us here feel the same, Glorfindel, but it would seem there is naught we could do of it." Both elves turned behind them, to meet the speaker, a Lothlórien elf by the name of Haldir. Beside him rode two other elves, his brothers, Rúmil and Orophin.
"Yes, it would seem that was Mithrandir's reasoning for removing all of our weapons before we began this journey" the prince muttered, glaring at the nearest Orc.
"Well, muttering about it will do us no good," put in Rúmil, also glaring at the Orcs, "although my horse does not care for such company. Tell me, do you know of the classes they are holding at this school? Our lord Celeborn it is said will be teaching various forms of math, and that is all I know."
"My father has offered to teach Archery at this school," offered Legolas, wondering silently to himself why the king of Mirkwood would do such a thing, "He spoke of Denethor of Gondor teaching fencing as well."
"Well, at least there will be some classes worth taking," mused Glorfindel, nodding his head gently, "I have heard talk of my Lord Elrond teaching a healing class."
While this talk went on amongst the elves, a pair of dwarves were riding their ponies, quite awkwardly, nearer to the back of the traveling group, were discussing the classes they planned to take.
"My father is teaching Blacksmithing at this school," Gimli boasted, "Although I fail to understand why he would work willing for an elf. However, that is a class I most certainly plan to take."
"Oh yes, Blacksmithing is a must," his companion, Larka, squealed, "And with you father teaching, it will be a very good class."
"The math classes they will be offering will hopefully be of much use, for I have heard that with such skills, we will be able to construct better tunnels for mining"
"And you will undoubtedly be the best miner in all of the Glittering caves!"
Gimli blushed slightly under his beard, as she once again complimented him on something. "Aye, the best miner," his eyes twinkled, as he glanced at her, "with the prettiest dwarf of at my side."
"Aww, Gimli. That's so sweet!" The dwarf girl leaned over to kiss him, but a snarling Orc and a snapping Warg pulled up in between them.
"None of that!" he glowered in common, before driving his beast off, muttering in his own foul tongue.
"I doubt I have ever see something so ugly, nor smelt something as bad as these foul creatures," Gimli muttered, glowering at the Orc, and then nearly fell off his horse as a bird whistled twice loudly somewhere near him. "Damn birds," he muttered, as Larka giggled at his clumsy-ness.
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Sefera waited patently from her hiding place just beyond the clearing where the group of new students would be riding their horses through in moments. A fair amount of the school was in the general area of the stables, where Eomer was waiting to calm the horses. The dwarves would be riding the ponies, and if all went well, they would fall off them when the dog howled.
The dog, which she suspected was half wolf, belonged to Fiora, and was a major part of the plan. If she didn't howl, they wouldn't be able to pull it off safely.
"Okay, Adalea, any time now" she murmured to herself, waiting patiently for the signal to set off the dog. Just moments ago, she had heard Fiora whistle twice, signifying two dwarves. Now all she had to do was wait for it...
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Merry and Pippin bounced happily along on their ponies, listening to the elves speaking of parties. "Did you have pints?" asked Pippin curiously, as the one named Orophin described his first drinking experience.
"Yes, we did, Pippin," replied the elf, glancing down at the hobbit, "many pints, if memory serves me correctly."
Rúmil laughed, "brother, you were so drunk that night, I hardly believe you remember what you speak of."
The rest laughed, but it was cut short, as the Wargs and Orcs very suddenly broke form the group, riding ahead of them and into the clearing before them, where they saw it...
"That's the school?" Haldir exclaimed, startled at what he saw. "Somehow, it's not quite what I was expecting."
"It is rather...drab...for my lord," agreed Glorfindel, as the group broke from the trees. A hawk screeched from somewhere above them, and Pippin was sure he heard a few crickets chirp. He had to agree with the elves, the school didn't look really elvish at all, rather, just like a regular old school.
Very suddenly, his pony bolted forward, along with the rest, as a Warg, (or wolf, or perhaps it was a dog) howled from somewhere nearby. Someone shouted something, he wasn't sure what, as he was trying to hang onto his pony, but whatever it was made the big horses stop.
The next thing he knew, the poor hobbit found himself being hung by his shirt, as he watched four ponies, two of them without riders, bolt for the stables ahead. "Oh, hey, thanks" he offered Orophin, who had grabbed him from his Horse. Legolas had grabbed his cousin, and both had to admit they were both very grateful.
For it wasn't long before the two dwarves fell off their horses.
After that, when they were both grumbling, and trying to get up, two water skins what out from the trees, followed by a few more, each hitting it's target, one of the dwarves, and exploding. They weren't filled with water either, but rather a black substance that seemed rather sticky.
The elves burst into laughter, Nearly dropping himself and his cousin, whilst the two hobbits laughed along as well. However, the attackers weren't done yet.
More water skins shot out from the trees, this time from them burst water and...Feathers?
In the end, two wet chicken-dwarves sat there in the middle of the field, everyone laughing hard, both the new arrivals and the students who had gathered near the stables to greet them. "It would seem Fiora is already here," Haldir exclaimed to his brothers, whipping tears from his eyes.
Pippin wondered briefly who Fiora was, and what she had to do with anything.
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A/N: Yeah! I'm done! Wee-hee! Now I'm off to watch Lord of the rings, Fellowship Of The Ring Extended version, featuring Merry and Pippin dancing on a table in the Green Dragon! I just got it to! It's my...yes...my precioussss...DON'T TOUCH IT!
BTW, what do you think of this? REVIEW please! Please? Pretty please with Chocolate sauce and (insert lust object here) on top? Hey...Haldir...hehe...*drool*