"You should really delve into Legolas a bit more." (Myself To 'Novaeariel'
when we were discussing her current fiction. It was really wrong at the
time, considering all the things we had said before...Including Saruman's
leg hair...)
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A/N: If you have ANY ideas for what I could do in this, PLEASE let me know! My muse is occupied with her own stuff, and I am currently serving as her muse, so, well, yeah.
To top it off, none of my other friends are Lord of the Rings freaks. What is wrong with them, I do not know.
A Beta Reader or two would be nice as well, but no volunteers yet...
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A special thanks to All My reviewers! No Flames yet! I suppose I must be doing something right! Or it's so bad nobody wants to...ANYWAY, Ice Cream for you ALL!!!!!!
VladimirsAngel: LEAVE MY ELF ALONE! *Leaps in front of him protectively, but he yelps and runs away.* Haldir! Wait! I'm NOT Going to pair you with Grima!
K.R.: Choir? Yes actually, I was, but I can't seem to find a teacher...Lurtz? lol, I wasn't aware he could sing ^_^
Morchaint: Imrahil and his daughter? Okay, I'll see what I can do, but I don't know much about them.
Black Squirrel: Cough-Nothing-at-all-Cough
Shut up!
I'm doing my best to get in all the poor characters that nobody uses, it's so depressing that they are ignored.
Ellen The Trickstar: No! Not my head! Here! *Puts Gimli in her place.* Wait, no, I need him later on. NO! Not like that! For Larka...er...yeah.
I think I might do something special if I reach 63 Reviews. Dunno what yet, just a thought...
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Adalea sighed as she hurried down the hall, pulling her cloak closer around her to conceal her torn dress. How did Fiora talk her into these things? Oh yeah, to save Legolas from a room with Grima. By Oromë, Legolas had better be thankful. After all, sharing a room with Grima...
Speaking of the worm, there he was, standing right outside Elrond's office, as planned. Suppressing a shudder, the elf continued toward him, whilst he stared back at her eagerly. Valar help me, she thought to herself, as she smiled at him seductively. "Hey Grima."
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Elrond sat in his office, massaging his head, as he stared at the looming pile of parchment before him. "New students," he muttered to himself, "Classes haven't even started, and I can't even keep up with the ones I have. Thank the Valar Sauron volunteered himself and his Orcs, else I doubt I would be able to get through the first week."
He paused now, wondering when he had gotten into the habit of speaking to himself aloud. Rather than admit he was possibly loosing his mind, he continued to massage his head, waiting for someone to burst through his office door and inform him of some problem. Like Sam that morning about Smeagol, or Gandalf later on about empty ale barrels in the courtyard, or that Rohan boy about one of the horses being dyed blue, which was followed by...
As if on some sort of cue, Saruman burst in through the door, followed by a pair of...Large wet hairy chickens? Elrond blinked, then blinked again, wondering if this was some sort of trick of his mind. No, they were still there.
"Lord Elrond," spoke the wizard, watching the emotions play across the elf's face with amusement, "the new students have arrived. These two have fallen subject to a prank, the prankster we have yet to find. The Wargs and Beorn are currently attempting to track them down. The rest of the new ones are waiting in the lobby for further instructions as to where they will be boarding."
The elf lord glanced from the Wizard to the...whatever...and back. He nodded as if he understood. "Send them to the showers in the gymnasium, and show in the other students."
Saruman nodded, and led the two out, ordering the others in as he left. Elrond watched the group enter, all laughing at the misfortune of the others.
"Silence!" he called, stopping the laughter, "I am lord Elrond, for those of you who do not know. I am the principal of this school and -"
The rest of whatever he was going to say was drowned out by a very loud shriek, and a bang on the door.
"What in the Valar..." he started, storming past the group at towards the door.
He opened it, only to find Grima sprawled on the floor, an elven girl standing nearby in a torn dress. "What happened?" demanded Elrond, glancing from the elf to the human and back.
"He attacked me," sobbed the girl, tears welling in her eyes, "he tore my dress, and grabbed my butt, and he..." She trailed off as she let out another loud sob.
"Adalea!" cried out Legolas from inside Elrond's office, but the elf-lord turned heel before the prince could exit.
"Stay there!" he commanded, closing the door in his face, then turning to glare down at a startled Grima. "Is what 'Adalea' says true?"
"N-n-no..." he stuttered, blanching under his gaze, "she t-told me to mee- et her here, so - so we could..." He stopped in mid sentence, realizing that perhaps it wasn't the best thing to tell him.
"Could?" questioned the elf lord, glaring down at him, all the while thinking: 'At least I can give dentition to one student today'.
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Meanwhile, near the stables, a very confused and terrified group of girls cowered, as a bear approached them, Orcs and Wargs as well.
"bu...But we didn't do anything!" whimpered one of these girls, a young elf with blonde hair wearing a green dress.
An Orc walked up to them, holding a torn piece of cloth, whilst the bear blocked off all escape, growling subtly at the girls. "We found this in the trees," he hissed, glaring at them, "the Wargs led us here, it was one of you. "
Arantha stepped forward now, glaring back at them. She was terrified, yes, but she wasn't going to be pushed around by a bunch of...things. "We did not commit the-" she began in her usual snotty tone, but the bear snarled at her, and was very suddenly, not a bear.
The once a bear - now a man sprang forward, and seized Arantha by the arm. "Let's take a trip to lord Elrond," he growled, "Perhaps you can explain to him how your dress ended up stuck in a tree." He motioned towards the tear at the bottom of the girls dress, then proceeded to drag her off.
Once they were out of hearing, Arwen leaned over to one of her friends, , and asked, "but wasn't she with us by the stables the entire time?"
The girl frowned gently, "yes, I do believe she was."
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Legolas, Haldir, Rúmil, Orophin, Glorfindel, merry, and pippin as stood or sat in lord Elrond's office, hoping he would return son. The door was locked, so they could not exit through there, and none had the urge to exit through the windows and climb down a steep wall.
So, rather than be bored, they talked about...things. Actually, to be more accurate, Pippin talked, and the rest just listened, occasionally inquiring about this or that. Right now, the subject was thus: Ale.
"The Green Dragon, let me tell you a thing or two about that place-"
"More like a thing or twelve," Glorfindel murmured to his fellow elves, who were also boring of the hobbit's talk. One could suppose, I guess, that it was lucky a figure draped in a black shroud chose to climb in through the window at that point.
Everyone was fairly startled, especially the elves, who had not heard the figure climb up the wall. Each reached for their weapon, only to find that they were still removed.
The figure nodded at the group, and proceeded to the desk, where it began to sift through the papers upon it. "Who are you?" demanded Haldir suspiciously, as the figure picked up a piece of parchment and crumpled it up, tossing it over it's shoulder out the window.
It did not reply immediately, as it replaced the paper now outside with another from which it drew from the shroud. When she spoke, and a she it had to be, Rúmil, Orophin, and Haldir all shared a look of surprise. "Your lover, good day!"
She then crossed the room with speed and grace that signified the likeliness of her being an elf, and disappeared out the window. Rúmil sprang towards the window a moment afterwards, and shook his head. The three brothers shared a knowing look.
"So, she is here," Haldir said with a grin.
"Who? What? Are you talking about flora, or whoever you mentioned before?"
"Fiora," corrected Orophin, "she would be the one that turned our dwarf companions into chickens, if I am not mistaken."
"And it would seem as if she has been up to more mischief..." Rúmil did not finish, for the sounds of Elrond were heard to approach. True to their elven ears, he appeared moments later, looking thoroughly ticked off. "Now, where were we?"
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A/N: Okay, that was a bit weird I suppose, but it will get better, I promise! I wrote that off a sugar high. Goodnight everybody!
Okaaaaaaaay, I'm officially scared. As I was writing this, I had Yahoo e- mail open, hitting the refresh button on occasion to see if I had anything, when suddenly a voice come through over the speakers. "While I was going up the stair, I met a man who wasn't there. He wasn't there again today. I wish I wish he'd go away." The ONLY reason why I know this quote is because I've used it before, and I even put it on a Digimon fiction I wrote a long time ago.
Even scarier, I clicked up that window to see if there was something on it, and there was a gunshot, over the speakers, and a red handprint on the screen. I'm very scared right now.
I just got done watching The Fellowship of the Rings for the umpteenth time, this time with the extras, and *sob* BOROMIR DIES!
Blue squirrel: Like you didn't know that already...
*Ignores the squirrel, and grabs Legolas around the neck and hugs him close, sobbing loudly, before realizing it's actually Elrond.* Oops, sorry...hehe *Grabs Legolas, this time, and ignores the weird looks everyone is giving her.*
Review, and maybe Aragorn will appear covered in whip cream...*Aragorn turns tail and runs* or not...
FYI, Aragorn is a descendant of Elrond's brother, Elros, through many generations of Men. Interesting, isn't it, that he is distantly related to Arwen? Moreover, his distant great-something grandfather was a half-elf? Therefore, he has a tiny bit of elven blood in him...
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A/N: If you have ANY ideas for what I could do in this, PLEASE let me know! My muse is occupied with her own stuff, and I am currently serving as her muse, so, well, yeah.
To top it off, none of my other friends are Lord of the Rings freaks. What is wrong with them, I do not know.
A Beta Reader or two would be nice as well, but no volunteers yet...
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A special thanks to All My reviewers! No Flames yet! I suppose I must be doing something right! Or it's so bad nobody wants to...ANYWAY, Ice Cream for you ALL!!!!!!
VladimirsAngel: LEAVE MY ELF ALONE! *Leaps in front of him protectively, but he yelps and runs away.* Haldir! Wait! I'm NOT Going to pair you with Grima!
K.R.: Choir? Yes actually, I was, but I can't seem to find a teacher...Lurtz? lol, I wasn't aware he could sing ^_^
Morchaint: Imrahil and his daughter? Okay, I'll see what I can do, but I don't know much about them.
Black Squirrel: Cough-Nothing-at-all-Cough
Shut up!
I'm doing my best to get in all the poor characters that nobody uses, it's so depressing that they are ignored.
Ellen The Trickstar: No! Not my head! Here! *Puts Gimli in her place.* Wait, no, I need him later on. NO! Not like that! For Larka...er...yeah.
I think I might do something special if I reach 63 Reviews. Dunno what yet, just a thought...
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Adalea sighed as she hurried down the hall, pulling her cloak closer around her to conceal her torn dress. How did Fiora talk her into these things? Oh yeah, to save Legolas from a room with Grima. By Oromë, Legolas had better be thankful. After all, sharing a room with Grima...
Speaking of the worm, there he was, standing right outside Elrond's office, as planned. Suppressing a shudder, the elf continued toward him, whilst he stared back at her eagerly. Valar help me, she thought to herself, as she smiled at him seductively. "Hey Grima."
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Elrond sat in his office, massaging his head, as he stared at the looming pile of parchment before him. "New students," he muttered to himself, "Classes haven't even started, and I can't even keep up with the ones I have. Thank the Valar Sauron volunteered himself and his Orcs, else I doubt I would be able to get through the first week."
He paused now, wondering when he had gotten into the habit of speaking to himself aloud. Rather than admit he was possibly loosing his mind, he continued to massage his head, waiting for someone to burst through his office door and inform him of some problem. Like Sam that morning about Smeagol, or Gandalf later on about empty ale barrels in the courtyard, or that Rohan boy about one of the horses being dyed blue, which was followed by...
As if on some sort of cue, Saruman burst in through the door, followed by a pair of...Large wet hairy chickens? Elrond blinked, then blinked again, wondering if this was some sort of trick of his mind. No, they were still there.
"Lord Elrond," spoke the wizard, watching the emotions play across the elf's face with amusement, "the new students have arrived. These two have fallen subject to a prank, the prankster we have yet to find. The Wargs and Beorn are currently attempting to track them down. The rest of the new ones are waiting in the lobby for further instructions as to where they will be boarding."
The elf lord glanced from the Wizard to the...whatever...and back. He nodded as if he understood. "Send them to the showers in the gymnasium, and show in the other students."
Saruman nodded, and led the two out, ordering the others in as he left. Elrond watched the group enter, all laughing at the misfortune of the others.
"Silence!" he called, stopping the laughter, "I am lord Elrond, for those of you who do not know. I am the principal of this school and -"
The rest of whatever he was going to say was drowned out by a very loud shriek, and a bang on the door.
"What in the Valar..." he started, storming past the group at towards the door.
He opened it, only to find Grima sprawled on the floor, an elven girl standing nearby in a torn dress. "What happened?" demanded Elrond, glancing from the elf to the human and back.
"He attacked me," sobbed the girl, tears welling in her eyes, "he tore my dress, and grabbed my butt, and he..." She trailed off as she let out another loud sob.
"Adalea!" cried out Legolas from inside Elrond's office, but the elf-lord turned heel before the prince could exit.
"Stay there!" he commanded, closing the door in his face, then turning to glare down at a startled Grima. "Is what 'Adalea' says true?"
"N-n-no..." he stuttered, blanching under his gaze, "she t-told me to mee- et her here, so - so we could..." He stopped in mid sentence, realizing that perhaps it wasn't the best thing to tell him.
"Could?" questioned the elf lord, glaring down at him, all the while thinking: 'At least I can give dentition to one student today'.
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Meanwhile, near the stables, a very confused and terrified group of girls cowered, as a bear approached them, Orcs and Wargs as well.
"bu...But we didn't do anything!" whimpered one of these girls, a young elf with blonde hair wearing a green dress.
An Orc walked up to them, holding a torn piece of cloth, whilst the bear blocked off all escape, growling subtly at the girls. "We found this in the trees," he hissed, glaring at them, "the Wargs led us here, it was one of you. "
Arantha stepped forward now, glaring back at them. She was terrified, yes, but she wasn't going to be pushed around by a bunch of...things. "We did not commit the-" she began in her usual snotty tone, but the bear snarled at her, and was very suddenly, not a bear.
The once a bear - now a man sprang forward, and seized Arantha by the arm. "Let's take a trip to lord Elrond," he growled, "Perhaps you can explain to him how your dress ended up stuck in a tree." He motioned towards the tear at the bottom of the girls dress, then proceeded to drag her off.
Once they were out of hearing, Arwen leaned over to one of her friends, , and asked, "but wasn't she with us by the stables the entire time?"
The girl frowned gently, "yes, I do believe she was."
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Legolas, Haldir, Rúmil, Orophin, Glorfindel, merry, and pippin as stood or sat in lord Elrond's office, hoping he would return son. The door was locked, so they could not exit through there, and none had the urge to exit through the windows and climb down a steep wall.
So, rather than be bored, they talked about...things. Actually, to be more accurate, Pippin talked, and the rest just listened, occasionally inquiring about this or that. Right now, the subject was thus: Ale.
"The Green Dragon, let me tell you a thing or two about that place-"
"More like a thing or twelve," Glorfindel murmured to his fellow elves, who were also boring of the hobbit's talk. One could suppose, I guess, that it was lucky a figure draped in a black shroud chose to climb in through the window at that point.
Everyone was fairly startled, especially the elves, who had not heard the figure climb up the wall. Each reached for their weapon, only to find that they were still removed.
The figure nodded at the group, and proceeded to the desk, where it began to sift through the papers upon it. "Who are you?" demanded Haldir suspiciously, as the figure picked up a piece of parchment and crumpled it up, tossing it over it's shoulder out the window.
It did not reply immediately, as it replaced the paper now outside with another from which it drew from the shroud. When she spoke, and a she it had to be, Rúmil, Orophin, and Haldir all shared a look of surprise. "Your lover, good day!"
She then crossed the room with speed and grace that signified the likeliness of her being an elf, and disappeared out the window. Rúmil sprang towards the window a moment afterwards, and shook his head. The three brothers shared a knowing look.
"So, she is here," Haldir said with a grin.
"Who? What? Are you talking about flora, or whoever you mentioned before?"
"Fiora," corrected Orophin, "she would be the one that turned our dwarf companions into chickens, if I am not mistaken."
"And it would seem as if she has been up to more mischief..." Rúmil did not finish, for the sounds of Elrond were heard to approach. True to their elven ears, he appeared moments later, looking thoroughly ticked off. "Now, where were we?"
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A/N: Okay, that was a bit weird I suppose, but it will get better, I promise! I wrote that off a sugar high. Goodnight everybody!
Okaaaaaaaay, I'm officially scared. As I was writing this, I had Yahoo e- mail open, hitting the refresh button on occasion to see if I had anything, when suddenly a voice come through over the speakers. "While I was going up the stair, I met a man who wasn't there. He wasn't there again today. I wish I wish he'd go away." The ONLY reason why I know this quote is because I've used it before, and I even put it on a Digimon fiction I wrote a long time ago.
Even scarier, I clicked up that window to see if there was something on it, and there was a gunshot, over the speakers, and a red handprint on the screen. I'm very scared right now.
I just got done watching The Fellowship of the Rings for the umpteenth time, this time with the extras, and *sob* BOROMIR DIES!
Blue squirrel: Like you didn't know that already...
*Ignores the squirrel, and grabs Legolas around the neck and hugs him close, sobbing loudly, before realizing it's actually Elrond.* Oops, sorry...hehe *Grabs Legolas, this time, and ignores the weird looks everyone is giving her.*
Review, and maybe Aragorn will appear covered in whip cream...*Aragorn turns tail and runs* or not...
FYI, Aragorn is a descendant of Elrond's brother, Elros, through many generations of Men. Interesting, isn't it, that he is distantly related to Arwen? Moreover, his distant great-something grandfather was a half-elf? Therefore, he has a tiny bit of elven blood in him...