Hello again! Sorry for the wait, but I had to do some stuff. Pay no heed to
the staff list any more; it won't do you any good. I came up with a new
class listing with more classes, an eight-period schedule, and multiple
teachers, including some new ones! I'll try to post it, but I don't think
ff.net supports charts...
Now! To my reviewers! Thanks you so much for taking time to review this fan fiction of ours!
VladimirsAngel: Hey, thanks for you continuous reviews! Yes, Elrond should rethink his rules. What is with him anyway? *Realizes Elrond is listening* Er...I mean, how can he be so laid back with them? *Waits until he walks away* sorry, he really scares me. And that hairclip...ugh!
Isilwen-Telpefion: Greetings! Delighted you found us! Glad you like Fiora. She's based, rather loosely, on me *Cough*. I'll put in more Faramir for you! I'd like to say two things to you.
A.) Just a little F.Y.I. in response to your review about red haired elves: in Tolkien's world, elves were rarely redheads. More often, they had black, brown, or blonde hair. All Genetics stuff. That's according to some Tolkien purists I talk with on occasion, anyway. If I'm wrong, let me know.
B.) I think you might be the second or third person that compared this story to the "Mallory Towers." Curious, but who is it by? I don't think I've heard of it before. Most of my fiction ideas are thought up during the weekends I hang out with Adalea's owner, and Arantha is based on a girl at my school.
Anyhow, thanks for reviewing! Hope you like this chapter!
Nikki: Hello! Nice to see ya! More Legolas huh? Will do! I don't suppose you think I should pair him with anyone? O.o
Aragorns Gurl: UPDATED! Yeah! Whee! ^_^ Your perky-ness is rubbing off on me. Glad you like my fiction so much! Your 'Unappreciated' is rather hilarious! Poor Bombadil...Anyway, I have some Aragorn for ya!
K.R.: Hello again! Yes, singing Orcs is not very good. I had a nightmare about it, that's why it's there. Barney was there too. *Shudder*
Ellen the Trickstar: I'm confused too. o.O New chapter! Hey, where are you, anyway? You didn't review my last one. Is it because I didn't reply to your review? Are you mad at me? I'm sorry! Please come back! *Glances around nervously* no...I'm not begging...*gets off her knees*
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Legolas raced down the halls of the school, hoping to get to his class before his five minuets was up. "Why couldn't they have trashed the history room?" he muttered darkly, as he rounded the corner leading to the hallway that housed the classrooms.
Piles of stone, wrecked walls, and smoldering ruins: the results of the 'fire devices' the pranksters had constructed. All signs of such had been removed. Glancing through the open door of one of the literature rooms, he saw more of what he expected: A bit of rubble, although not as much as there should have been, filled the floor of the room.
Frowning gently, Legolas continued on his way through the thinning crowd in the hall, wondering how this side of the school had been re-built so quickly. It was impossible! Just yesterday, the halls and majority of classrooms had been little more than a pile of rubble. Now...it was nearly rebuilt.
'Wonder how Adalea's taking this,' he mused to himself, ducking into the 'history of Elves' classroom. He spotted his friend in the back of the room, sitting at a table behind Haldir and Fiora.
Wading through the other students, the elf prince took the vacant seat next to Adalea. "How did they fix the classrooms so fast?" he asked immediately.
Haldir spun around in his seat. "Apparently, that's what all the Orcs were for," He explained.
"I don't see how they could have rebuilt the school THAT quickly," Adalea growled. "After all the hard work we put into desecrating it, they could have at least had the decency to slow down the building."
"Or postpone classes until they were completely finished," added Legolas, "Is she alright?" He motioned towards Fiora, who was sitting next to Haldir rather stiffly. "I didn't know an elf's skin could be so pale."
Adalea and Haldir exchanged glances. "I think she went into a state of shock when she saw the repaired halls," Haldir explained, watching the girl's mouth open and close like that of a fish.
"Yeah," continued Adalea, "She went all pale, and started repeating 'how' over and over again. We had to carry her in here."
"That bad?" Frowning, the elf prince, leaned over his table, and practically shouted, "Fiora" in her ear. No response.
"That bad," concluded Haldir, just before a loud gong banged somewhere, signifying the start of classes. Students rushed in from the halls, and scrambled to find their seats, as a black haired elf walked into the room.
"Is he the teacher?" breathed Adalea, staring at him, "they let elves that handsome teach here?"
"Handsome?" Fiora snapped, eyes widening, "He's gorgeous!" The other three elves stared at her.
"Welcome back," Haldir said with a frown, but to no avail. Fiora has spaced out again, her eyes following the teacher, who seemed to be preparing his notes for the class. "I've lost her again," Haldir stated with a sigh."
"Adalea's gone to," observed Legolas, watching said elf watch the teacher, "Actually, I think all the females are lost." It was true, to, for every girl in the room was watching him intently. "So much for the 'not sexual intercourse' rule."
Haldir sighed, "and so much for girlfriends," he added, as the teacher stepped up in front of the now-silent class.
"Good morning, class." He said with a gentle smile. Legolas swore he heard the girls sigh in unison, "I am Erestor Nóletur Sáraion Raicamere, or professor Erestor, to my students here. For those of you who do not know, this is History of the Elves. This class will be your first period class, where you will compete with other classes for parties, and the like. I am the lead instructor for this particular class. However, on occasion, other elves will attend as guest speakers. Before we begin class, I need to assign you your books. So, if you would please come up here once I call you name..."
"And girls, please don't maul me," muttered Legolas darkly, "although all of you want to sleep with me, despite me being a completely unimportant elf, and a boring history teacher. "
Haldir shook with laughter. "Jealous?"
"No, I just wish these two would snap out of it," he replied, directing his gaze to the oblivious girl he sat next to.
Haldir nodded his head in reply, glaring at Fiora. "Or just ask him out and be done with it, for Valar's sake."
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"Good morning, Class!" Glorfindel announced, standing in front of the classroom, "Today, you will sit and talk, as the teacher is busy in his room breaking the most debated school rule!"
"Is he with his wife, though, or has he perhaps taken in a student?" Faramir inquired, as he busily dug through Celeborn's desk, looking for test answers, or anything related.
"It doesn't matter now, he's done with her." Snapped Aragorn, striding back from the door to his desk, Faramir, Glorfindel, and the rest of the class followed suit. "Find anything, Faramir?"
"Nothing," growled the other.
"So much for a head start," sighed Glorfindel, straitening up as Celeborn himself entered the classroom.
"Good-morning Lord Celeborn," the entire class chorused at once, stopping the elf in his tracks. The various students held back giggles at the site of their teacher. His hair was slightly mussed, his clothes were rumpled, and there were faint traces of lipstick on his neck.
"Good morning, class," He replied, glancing around suspiciously. "Welcome to your first period math class." He paused now, surveying the students. "We will begin today by passing out your text books." A collective groan from the students interrupted him.
He waited for the groaning to stop before continuing. "Each of you will be assigned one textbook. You loose it you buy another. You have until Thursday next week to finish Chapter one of the book. When you finish with the first chapter, come see me, and I will give you the chapter test."
Faramir raised his hand, and waved it wildly, trying to get his instructor's attention. Celeborn gave him an irritated look. "Yes, what is it..." he paused, realizing he did not know his name. He didn't get the chance to ask, either, as the boy stated what he wanted.
"I believe your Lady Galadriel would like to see you," the human replied, glancing at a very angry-looking she-elf standing by the door.
"Eh? Oh. Hello...uh...My Lady Galadriel..." Stammered Celeborn; trying to look casual under her gaze.
"I don't think I've ever seen a living elf that pale," whispered Glorfindel, as Faramir and Aragorn tried to keep in their laughter.
"I'll be right back with your teacher, class," Galadriel explained, turning to leave, "come Celeborn." The other elf complied meekly, leaving the classroom teacher less.
Everyone waited until it was agreed that the two were out of earshot, before springing from their seats to chat with their friends. Aragorn, however, had some other plans. Striding to the front of the class, he shouted, "Everyone! Settle down!" the response was surprising, as everyone turned their heads to listen to the man at the front of the room.
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Sorry that's so short...or is it? Anyway, please review. PLEASE! Tell me what you want to read about, whom you want to read about, pairs you want to read about, and anything else you want to read about. Please? I need your help! Thanks.
Much Love
Fiora-da-insane
Now! To my reviewers! Thanks you so much for taking time to review this fan fiction of ours!
VladimirsAngel: Hey, thanks for you continuous reviews! Yes, Elrond should rethink his rules. What is with him anyway? *Realizes Elrond is listening* Er...I mean, how can he be so laid back with them? *Waits until he walks away* sorry, he really scares me. And that hairclip...ugh!
Isilwen-Telpefion: Greetings! Delighted you found us! Glad you like Fiora. She's based, rather loosely, on me *Cough*. I'll put in more Faramir for you! I'd like to say two things to you.
A.) Just a little F.Y.I. in response to your review about red haired elves: in Tolkien's world, elves were rarely redheads. More often, they had black, brown, or blonde hair. All Genetics stuff. That's according to some Tolkien purists I talk with on occasion, anyway. If I'm wrong, let me know.
B.) I think you might be the second or third person that compared this story to the "Mallory Towers." Curious, but who is it by? I don't think I've heard of it before. Most of my fiction ideas are thought up during the weekends I hang out with Adalea's owner, and Arantha is based on a girl at my school.
Anyhow, thanks for reviewing! Hope you like this chapter!
Nikki: Hello! Nice to see ya! More Legolas huh? Will do! I don't suppose you think I should pair him with anyone? O.o
Aragorns Gurl: UPDATED! Yeah! Whee! ^_^ Your perky-ness is rubbing off on me. Glad you like my fiction so much! Your 'Unappreciated' is rather hilarious! Poor Bombadil...Anyway, I have some Aragorn for ya!
K.R.: Hello again! Yes, singing Orcs is not very good. I had a nightmare about it, that's why it's there. Barney was there too. *Shudder*
Ellen the Trickstar: I'm confused too. o.O New chapter! Hey, where are you, anyway? You didn't review my last one. Is it because I didn't reply to your review? Are you mad at me? I'm sorry! Please come back! *Glances around nervously* no...I'm not begging...*gets off her knees*
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Legolas raced down the halls of the school, hoping to get to his class before his five minuets was up. "Why couldn't they have trashed the history room?" he muttered darkly, as he rounded the corner leading to the hallway that housed the classrooms.
Piles of stone, wrecked walls, and smoldering ruins: the results of the 'fire devices' the pranksters had constructed. All signs of such had been removed. Glancing through the open door of one of the literature rooms, he saw more of what he expected: A bit of rubble, although not as much as there should have been, filled the floor of the room.
Frowning gently, Legolas continued on his way through the thinning crowd in the hall, wondering how this side of the school had been re-built so quickly. It was impossible! Just yesterday, the halls and majority of classrooms had been little more than a pile of rubble. Now...it was nearly rebuilt.
'Wonder how Adalea's taking this,' he mused to himself, ducking into the 'history of Elves' classroom. He spotted his friend in the back of the room, sitting at a table behind Haldir and Fiora.
Wading through the other students, the elf prince took the vacant seat next to Adalea. "How did they fix the classrooms so fast?" he asked immediately.
Haldir spun around in his seat. "Apparently, that's what all the Orcs were for," He explained.
"I don't see how they could have rebuilt the school THAT quickly," Adalea growled. "After all the hard work we put into desecrating it, they could have at least had the decency to slow down the building."
"Or postpone classes until they were completely finished," added Legolas, "Is she alright?" He motioned towards Fiora, who was sitting next to Haldir rather stiffly. "I didn't know an elf's skin could be so pale."
Adalea and Haldir exchanged glances. "I think she went into a state of shock when she saw the repaired halls," Haldir explained, watching the girl's mouth open and close like that of a fish.
"Yeah," continued Adalea, "She went all pale, and started repeating 'how' over and over again. We had to carry her in here."
"That bad?" Frowning, the elf prince, leaned over his table, and practically shouted, "Fiora" in her ear. No response.
"That bad," concluded Haldir, just before a loud gong banged somewhere, signifying the start of classes. Students rushed in from the halls, and scrambled to find their seats, as a black haired elf walked into the room.
"Is he the teacher?" breathed Adalea, staring at him, "they let elves that handsome teach here?"
"Handsome?" Fiora snapped, eyes widening, "He's gorgeous!" The other three elves stared at her.
"Welcome back," Haldir said with a frown, but to no avail. Fiora has spaced out again, her eyes following the teacher, who seemed to be preparing his notes for the class. "I've lost her again," Haldir stated with a sigh."
"Adalea's gone to," observed Legolas, watching said elf watch the teacher, "Actually, I think all the females are lost." It was true, to, for every girl in the room was watching him intently. "So much for the 'not sexual intercourse' rule."
Haldir sighed, "and so much for girlfriends," he added, as the teacher stepped up in front of the now-silent class.
"Good morning, class." He said with a gentle smile. Legolas swore he heard the girls sigh in unison, "I am Erestor Nóletur Sáraion Raicamere, or professor Erestor, to my students here. For those of you who do not know, this is History of the Elves. This class will be your first period class, where you will compete with other classes for parties, and the like. I am the lead instructor for this particular class. However, on occasion, other elves will attend as guest speakers. Before we begin class, I need to assign you your books. So, if you would please come up here once I call you name..."
"And girls, please don't maul me," muttered Legolas darkly, "although all of you want to sleep with me, despite me being a completely unimportant elf, and a boring history teacher. "
Haldir shook with laughter. "Jealous?"
"No, I just wish these two would snap out of it," he replied, directing his gaze to the oblivious girl he sat next to.
Haldir nodded his head in reply, glaring at Fiora. "Or just ask him out and be done with it, for Valar's sake."
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"Good morning, Class!" Glorfindel announced, standing in front of the classroom, "Today, you will sit and talk, as the teacher is busy in his room breaking the most debated school rule!"
"Is he with his wife, though, or has he perhaps taken in a student?" Faramir inquired, as he busily dug through Celeborn's desk, looking for test answers, or anything related.
"It doesn't matter now, he's done with her." Snapped Aragorn, striding back from the door to his desk, Faramir, Glorfindel, and the rest of the class followed suit. "Find anything, Faramir?"
"Nothing," growled the other.
"So much for a head start," sighed Glorfindel, straitening up as Celeborn himself entered the classroom.
"Good-morning Lord Celeborn," the entire class chorused at once, stopping the elf in his tracks. The various students held back giggles at the site of their teacher. His hair was slightly mussed, his clothes were rumpled, and there were faint traces of lipstick on his neck.
"Good morning, class," He replied, glancing around suspiciously. "Welcome to your first period math class." He paused now, surveying the students. "We will begin today by passing out your text books." A collective groan from the students interrupted him.
He waited for the groaning to stop before continuing. "Each of you will be assigned one textbook. You loose it you buy another. You have until Thursday next week to finish Chapter one of the book. When you finish with the first chapter, come see me, and I will give you the chapter test."
Faramir raised his hand, and waved it wildly, trying to get his instructor's attention. Celeborn gave him an irritated look. "Yes, what is it..." he paused, realizing he did not know his name. He didn't get the chance to ask, either, as the boy stated what he wanted.
"I believe your Lady Galadriel would like to see you," the human replied, glancing at a very angry-looking she-elf standing by the door.
"Eh? Oh. Hello...uh...My Lady Galadriel..." Stammered Celeborn; trying to look casual under her gaze.
"I don't think I've ever seen a living elf that pale," whispered Glorfindel, as Faramir and Aragorn tried to keep in their laughter.
"I'll be right back with your teacher, class," Galadriel explained, turning to leave, "come Celeborn." The other elf complied meekly, leaving the classroom teacher less.
Everyone waited until it was agreed that the two were out of earshot, before springing from their seats to chat with their friends. Aragorn, however, had some other plans. Striding to the front of the class, he shouted, "Everyone! Settle down!" the response was surprising, as everyone turned their heads to listen to the man at the front of the room.
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Sorry that's so short...or is it? Anyway, please review. PLEASE! Tell me what you want to read about, whom you want to read about, pairs you want to read about, and anything else you want to read about. Please? I need your help! Thanks.
Much Love
Fiora-da-insane