Sorry for the long wait for the update, but I was grounded *sob, sob.*
Thanks for everyone who answered the little A/N last chapter. If I do what
I planned on doing, you shall be rewarded!
To me reviewers (in no particular order):
Caz-baz: More rambling from a non-snobby pot smoking, liquor drinking English snob? *Cheers loudly* I LOVE you! Well...in a non-lesbian way (assuming you're female.) hee-hee, why would you be HERE when the good stuff is THERE? I mean, this can't be THAT good...Anyway, I hope you like this chapter!
LilOne: Greetings *waves insanely* hmmm...Love your Lust Objects!
Natalie: Hello, my little slash fan. I don't think I can get away with Legolas/Aragorn parings for two reasons. 1.) my best friends threatened to throttle me if I did. 2.) I think someone(s) would flame me. Do you have any other slash paring suggestions?
Isilwen-Telpefion: You have a very good shag list. Shag...hehe, that's a strange word. Shag...Sorry. I'll stop now.
Ahh! *Ducks as an arrow imbeds itself into the wall* VladimirsAngel, did you sing to him?!? *Ducks and runs away as Haldir chases after with arrows and sharp elven blades.*
ENJOY!
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Adalea sighed in the 'I-am-so-neglected-and-have-nothing-to-do' sort of way. Arwen, who had pried about and discovered the prince Legolas was actually single (despite rumor), had taken a seat next to him, and had effectively driven the prince's attention to two things: Arwen the single, and Lurtz the spit-ball target.
In addition, she was blatantly flirting with him, as she talked about a dance her father had planned for the entire school next week. Any second now, Arwen would ask him to go with her.
'Not that I care or anything,' Adalea told herself, 'it would just be nice to go with him and some of our other friends, like all the other times. Besides, he obviously isn't attracted-'
"So, Legolas, would you, perhaps, like to go to the dance with me?" Legolas, who had been watching Lurtz terrorize some hobbits, did a double take to look at Arwen.
"A-what?" he said intelligently.
Arwen offered him a sickening-sweet smile, "I said-" she started again, but was promptly cut off by Lurtz.
"Arwen, daughter of Elrond, move over here!" He snarled.
"Huh? Next to those hobbits?"
"You heard me!" he snarled darkly, waiting for the elf to move.
"We'll talk later," Arwen whispered to Legolas, before sauntering off to take a seat next to the said group of Hobbits.
"Yeah," replied Legolas, watching her retreat. Almost instantly, he turned to face Adalea. "Get me out of this," he hissed urgently.
"A-what?" she replied, acting as if she had not heard.
"Adalea, you heard me!" he growled back, "I need you to-"
"Legolas, son of Thranduil, move over here now!" Snapped Lurtz, pointing to a seat with a group of males, mostly elves.
"We'll talk later," hissed Adalea with a sweet smile, as Legolas marched away.
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"What do you mean 'we can't be in this class'?" echoed Eowyn, glaring angrily at her mother-brother.
"Exactly that, sister-daughter. You three are not allowed to attend this class." Replied Theoden, trying to keep calm.
"Specialized physical education is for the male population to practice their fighting skills," added Denethor, "The female population, as well as males who do not wish to learn fighting skills, are supposed to take basic physical education."
Fiora's eyebrow went into a series of agitated twitches. "So, females are equal to that of males who are afraid of sharp objects. Ai Eru, aren't female's special?"
Thranduil sighed irritably; as he recalled a similar argument, once held with Adalea over the same subject. That had been back in Mirkwood. He had lost that one, and he was sure he would loose this one as well. "Fiora that is not what he meant. You are not allowed to take this class," he stated, emphasizing 'allowed', "As it was written in the rule book, by lord Elrond, that this was a male ONLY class-"
"Yet is it not LORD ELROND who is in charge of organizing the schedules, and therefore PUT us in this class?" Fiora's eyebrow went into rapid-twitch mode, as if there was a mini-heart pounding behind it, or something just as strange.
"I get the impression all elves can move they're eyebrows in some shape," whispered Éomer to Faramir, as the group watched the teacher/male versus students/female argument.
"HE broke his OWN rule, and PUT us in this class, so we have every right to be here!" Sefera yelled, glaring forcefully at the teachers.
"Forget it, I'm going to talk to Elrond," snapped Fiora, storming past the teachers.
"He'll just tell you the same thing we did!" snapped Denethor, as the three teachers followed after her.
"I'm almost tempted to follow them," mused Faramir, "Just to watch that argument.
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Grima Wormtongue slouched miserably in his seat, as the geography teacher droned on and on about the layout of middle earth. What exactly the discussion was on, he could not tell. There were two beautiful girls standing outside, and that was all that mattered.
The two weren't doing anything of much interest, just chatting pleasantly with each other. That was enough for him, as he tried desperately to decide which one of them to focus his attention primarily upon. "Decisions, decisions," he mused to himself, starting off at them, "Sefera from Gondor, or my dear maiden from Rohan. Soon, you will both be mine..."
He was pulled from his thoughts as the student next to him, a small hobbit wrapped in a cloak that veiled his appearance, hissed. Yes, it has hissed, and it sounded really...disturbed. "No...No, my precious, we mustn't. Leaves it be, my precious. Gollum."
Grima frowned gently, but decided to leave the strange one alone. Whatever his problem was, Grima really didn't want to know. Unfortunately, Mr. Bilbo Baggins did.
"You there! Yes, you, next to the human without eyebrows! Smeagol, isn't it? What are you muttering?"
"Nothing the little hobbitses needs to know, Gollum."
"Well, Smeagol, if you insist on speaking in class, let it be to the entire class, rather than a select few!" Replied the hobbit, turning back to continue his lecture.
"Pesky little hobbitses, yes, precious. Feed them to her we must, precious, when she comes. When she comes, precious. Gollum."
"You there! Stop talking to yourself." Bilbo paused from a moment, as two large green eyes flashed from under the cloak. Could eyes get that big?
Grima just sighed to himself. This was going to be a long class period.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Sorry that's kinda on the short side, I wanted to get this up. Maybe I'll post another one tonight, if I finish it. Now, PLEASE, Review me!
Fictions similar to this one (since good fictions are hard to find):
The Private Rehabilitation Center of Minas Tirith, by Aiwendil Greenleaf
Helm's Deep Summer Camp, by Lily (from the Breegirls)
To me reviewers (in no particular order):
Caz-baz: More rambling from a non-snobby pot smoking, liquor drinking English snob? *Cheers loudly* I LOVE you! Well...in a non-lesbian way (assuming you're female.) hee-hee, why would you be HERE when the good stuff is THERE? I mean, this can't be THAT good...Anyway, I hope you like this chapter!
LilOne: Greetings *waves insanely* hmmm...Love your Lust Objects!
Natalie: Hello, my little slash fan. I don't think I can get away with Legolas/Aragorn parings for two reasons. 1.) my best friends threatened to throttle me if I did. 2.) I think someone(s) would flame me. Do you have any other slash paring suggestions?
Isilwen-Telpefion: You have a very good shag list. Shag...hehe, that's a strange word. Shag...Sorry. I'll stop now.
Ahh! *Ducks as an arrow imbeds itself into the wall* VladimirsAngel, did you sing to him?!? *Ducks and runs away as Haldir chases after with arrows and sharp elven blades.*
ENJOY!
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Adalea sighed in the 'I-am-so-neglected-and-have-nothing-to-do' sort of way. Arwen, who had pried about and discovered the prince Legolas was actually single (despite rumor), had taken a seat next to him, and had effectively driven the prince's attention to two things: Arwen the single, and Lurtz the spit-ball target.
In addition, she was blatantly flirting with him, as she talked about a dance her father had planned for the entire school next week. Any second now, Arwen would ask him to go with her.
'Not that I care or anything,' Adalea told herself, 'it would just be nice to go with him and some of our other friends, like all the other times. Besides, he obviously isn't attracted-'
"So, Legolas, would you, perhaps, like to go to the dance with me?" Legolas, who had been watching Lurtz terrorize some hobbits, did a double take to look at Arwen.
"A-what?" he said intelligently.
Arwen offered him a sickening-sweet smile, "I said-" she started again, but was promptly cut off by Lurtz.
"Arwen, daughter of Elrond, move over here!" He snarled.
"Huh? Next to those hobbits?"
"You heard me!" he snarled darkly, waiting for the elf to move.
"We'll talk later," Arwen whispered to Legolas, before sauntering off to take a seat next to the said group of Hobbits.
"Yeah," replied Legolas, watching her retreat. Almost instantly, he turned to face Adalea. "Get me out of this," he hissed urgently.
"A-what?" she replied, acting as if she had not heard.
"Adalea, you heard me!" he growled back, "I need you to-"
"Legolas, son of Thranduil, move over here now!" Snapped Lurtz, pointing to a seat with a group of males, mostly elves.
"We'll talk later," hissed Adalea with a sweet smile, as Legolas marched away.
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"What do you mean 'we can't be in this class'?" echoed Eowyn, glaring angrily at her mother-brother.
"Exactly that, sister-daughter. You three are not allowed to attend this class." Replied Theoden, trying to keep calm.
"Specialized physical education is for the male population to practice their fighting skills," added Denethor, "The female population, as well as males who do not wish to learn fighting skills, are supposed to take basic physical education."
Fiora's eyebrow went into a series of agitated twitches. "So, females are equal to that of males who are afraid of sharp objects. Ai Eru, aren't female's special?"
Thranduil sighed irritably; as he recalled a similar argument, once held with Adalea over the same subject. That had been back in Mirkwood. He had lost that one, and he was sure he would loose this one as well. "Fiora that is not what he meant. You are not allowed to take this class," he stated, emphasizing 'allowed', "As it was written in the rule book, by lord Elrond, that this was a male ONLY class-"
"Yet is it not LORD ELROND who is in charge of organizing the schedules, and therefore PUT us in this class?" Fiora's eyebrow went into rapid-twitch mode, as if there was a mini-heart pounding behind it, or something just as strange.
"I get the impression all elves can move they're eyebrows in some shape," whispered Éomer to Faramir, as the group watched the teacher/male versus students/female argument.
"HE broke his OWN rule, and PUT us in this class, so we have every right to be here!" Sefera yelled, glaring forcefully at the teachers.
"Forget it, I'm going to talk to Elrond," snapped Fiora, storming past the teachers.
"He'll just tell you the same thing we did!" snapped Denethor, as the three teachers followed after her.
"I'm almost tempted to follow them," mused Faramir, "Just to watch that argument.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Grima Wormtongue slouched miserably in his seat, as the geography teacher droned on and on about the layout of middle earth. What exactly the discussion was on, he could not tell. There were two beautiful girls standing outside, and that was all that mattered.
The two weren't doing anything of much interest, just chatting pleasantly with each other. That was enough for him, as he tried desperately to decide which one of them to focus his attention primarily upon. "Decisions, decisions," he mused to himself, starting off at them, "Sefera from Gondor, or my dear maiden from Rohan. Soon, you will both be mine..."
He was pulled from his thoughts as the student next to him, a small hobbit wrapped in a cloak that veiled his appearance, hissed. Yes, it has hissed, and it sounded really...disturbed. "No...No, my precious, we mustn't. Leaves it be, my precious. Gollum."
Grima frowned gently, but decided to leave the strange one alone. Whatever his problem was, Grima really didn't want to know. Unfortunately, Mr. Bilbo Baggins did.
"You there! Yes, you, next to the human without eyebrows! Smeagol, isn't it? What are you muttering?"
"Nothing the little hobbitses needs to know, Gollum."
"Well, Smeagol, if you insist on speaking in class, let it be to the entire class, rather than a select few!" Replied the hobbit, turning back to continue his lecture.
"Pesky little hobbitses, yes, precious. Feed them to her we must, precious, when she comes. When she comes, precious. Gollum."
"You there! Stop talking to yourself." Bilbo paused from a moment, as two large green eyes flashed from under the cloak. Could eyes get that big?
Grima just sighed to himself. This was going to be a long class period.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Sorry that's kinda on the short side, I wanted to get this up. Maybe I'll post another one tonight, if I finish it. Now, PLEASE, Review me!
Fictions similar to this one (since good fictions are hard to find):
The Private Rehabilitation Center of Minas Tirith, by Aiwendil Greenleaf
Helm's Deep Summer Camp, by Lily (from the Breegirls)