Thanks to Bethany for Beta-ing, Lily for offering some beta-ing, and for
getting me to work on this, and all my reviewers, for caring!
I would like to announce, with much pride, I am not the proud mother of my very own Mini-Balrog, Llothlorien!
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Gaelwyn, Adalea, and Fiora limped out of the Arts & Media room together, covered in paints of various colors. Behind them, Peter Jackson waved, also covered in paint. "Next time, we'll actually paint on canvases!" he yelled, before turning back to his room.
Fiora giggled, and elbowed Gaelwyn in the side. "Having a fun first day yet?"
"I've been yelled at for my clothes, had random strangers tell me I was dead-sexy, taken a health test covering everything from hemorrhoids to pregnancy, and had a gallon of paint dumped down my shirt, marking my boobs blue for a least a week. This day is just fan-fucking-tastic!" Fiora laughed. "Which way to our room?"
"Just follow Fiora, she'll take you there," Adalea answered, "I'm going to go see if I can turn my hair blond again." That said Adalea marched off to her own room, her green/pink/red/black/purple hair flowing stiffly behind her.
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Knock. Knock. Knock.
"I'm coming, I'm coming."
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Lemme get my shoes on!" Fiora yelled, leaping one foot towards the door.
Knock. Knock. "Ow!"
"Sorry," Eowyn blushed, removing her fist from the elf's forehead, "Is Gaelwyn ready yet?"
"No, I think she's still got blue boobs, lemme check." Fiora closed the door, leaving a slightly confused Eowyn standing there.
"Blue boobs?" she repeated to herself, shaking her head.
The door opened a few seconds later. "She'll be out in a second," explained Fiora, "She just needs to get the last bit of blue out from underneath them. Why don't you come in until then?" She moved out of the way of the door, allowing the human to enter.
Eowyn was startled slightly at the sight of the room. She had never been in Fiora's room before, being more of Sefera's friend than the elf's. The beds were pushed into the far corners of the room, with thick deep red curtains surrounding them. The rest of the room was filled with tables, couches, and chairs, along with a small bookcase, a few mirrors, and a small fridge.
"Wow, this place looks like a..."
"Small shack used for living, rather than a school's dorm room." Fiora finished, "Still needs some work, but we'll get it done."
"We?"
"Right now, it's Me, Adalea, Sefera, Haldir, Orophin, Rúmil, Legolas, Aragorn, some other humans, and Thuringwethil."
"Thuringwethil?" repeated Eowyn, furrowing her brow slightly.
"The freaky girl with the bat wings and tail."
"Oh, the one with the skimpy black clothes and pale skin?"
"Sauron's pet. Pets of any teacher are dead useful in schemes to take over schools."
"Taking over? Do I want to know?"
"Depends; do you want to know about Elrond's sex life?"
"What does that have to do...no, never mind, forget it was ever brought up."
"There's a good girl," Fiora grinned, patting Eowyn on the head, "Now, if you don't mind, I have to prepare." The redhead promptly skipped out the door, slamming it shut behind her.
"She really scares me sometimes," Eowyn said to herself. "Gaelwyn, are you ready yet?"
"I'm coming!" the elf snapped, exiting the bathroom. "I heard Fiora telling you about my dilemma."
"Yes, she did. I'd ask what happened, but as it seems she was involved, I really don't want to know."
"It's got nothing to do with Elrond's sex life," Gaelwyn explained, as the two exited the room.
"Well, just for the sake of my sanity, don't say anything," Eowyn shuddered at the thought of Elrond and sex, leading the way down the hall.
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"Adalea, we need to talk."
The blonde elf turned abruptly from her friend, Sefera. "What about, Legolas?" she replied motioning for her friend to leave.
"About you and your attitude of late."
"What's that supposed to mean?" she frowned gently at her lifetime friend, wondering what may have brought on such a serious tone.
"Calling me gay; ignoring me when I asked for help; practically leaving me with stuck with Arwen as a date for the dance!" no denying it, he was pissed.
"Well sorry, Prince Legolas, I wasn't aware my life revolved around you!"
"No, that's not what I'm saying. I'm saying, as my friend, you have an obligation to -"
"Do everything I can to help you, even though you don't do the same for me? Tell me, Legolas, where were you when my father sent me away to Lothlórien? Off with some pretty girl no doubt!" if he wanted to get angry, fine. Adalea could do that too. Only she had more to yell about.
"Adalea, I told you, I couldn't do anything about that! I'm a Prince, not a King!"
"Maybe, but you didn't even say anything about it! You weren't even there!"
"That's in the past now!" people were staring as they passed, and Legolas felt like he needed to end the argument-now. "I don't see why it's bothering you, everything is fine-"
"No, it's not fine, Legolas! Do you think that after five years of living in Lothlórien, after being moved there abruptly, and having to start my life over, with no friends, it's all right? Well, it's not!"
"Fiora's your friend."
"You don't get it, do you? We did it, Legolas; we did it together! And who was blamed? Who was punished? Who was asked to leave Mirkwood? Me! I took the blame, I was punished, and I had to leave. You did it too, Legolas, but did you say anything?"
"I couldn't say anything, I'm a Prince! My reputation-"
"Screw your reputation! If it's so damned important to you, then maybe you SHOULD go to the dance with Arwen!"
"Adalea, that's not what I meant!"
"That's exactly what you meant! Deal with your problems yourself, prince!" she snapped, and turned to storm off. A few students scampered out of her way. Legolas stood there, staring after her.
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Aragorn, Boromir, Éomer, Faramir, Halbarad, and Mablung sat in a circle of logs outside, eating lunch and discussing...well, whatever guys discuss when they eat lunch in a circle outside. That is, they were discussing guy stuff, until Halbarad spotted someone coming.
"Captain Faramir," he said, motioning towards the two that approached, "two girls are heading this way. Eowyn and the new elf."
"What? You're kidding!" he hissed, arching his neck to see. "Valar help me."
"I don't think they've seen you yet," Mablung pointed out. "Go into the forest!"
Faramir nodded, springing from his log with his lunch to hide. Aragorn smiled gently. "I feel for him. I have to avoid Arantha at every corner to avoid going to the dance with her."
"At least you both know she'll just be using you," Boromir pointed out, "poor Faramir has a girl who really likes him."
"And whom he wants nothing to do with," Added Halbarad, before turning to wave at the two girls.
"Where's Faramir?" Eowyn asked upon arrival, looking from one boy to the next, as is expecting one of them to turn into Faramir.
"I don't know where he went, sister," Éomer said, his eyes on the elf-girl, "but why don't you introduce us to your friend here?"
Gaelwyn reddened slightly as all eyes turned to her. "Oh," Eowyn smiled gently, "This is Gaelwyn. Gaelwyn, this is Aragorn, Boromir, Éomer, Faramir, Halbarad, and...er.Mud lung?"
"Mablung," he corrected, giving her a dark look. "Mablung of Gondor, my lady Gaelwyn." He smiled flirtatiously at the elf. "And where, may I ask, are you from?"
"Um...I'm originally from Lindon, but as it was destroyed in the second age..."
"She's from Rivendell," Eowyn cut in, looking around for some sign of Faramir.
"I have not seen you there before," Aragorn furrowed his brow, "have you lived there long?"
"I...uh...who's that in the forest?" Gaelwyn abruptly changed the subject, as she caught sigh of someone moving in the forest.
"Huh? Oh, Faramir! Come on, Gaelwyn!" Eowyn grabbed the elf's arm, and literally dragged her over to the human, leaving the group of chuckling men behind.
"Uh, hey Eowyn..." Faramir's face reddened, "I was just going over to finish lunch with-"
"Faramir, I'd like you to meet my friend, Gaelwyn!" Eowyn forcefully pushed the elf in front of her.
"Er...hello." the elf muttered.
"Hi..."Faramir muttered back shyly. He raised his eyes to meet hers and, for a brief second, they locked, neither one looking away. Gaelwyn felt her cheeks grow hot, as Faramir's turned red.
"Oh.uh, sorry, I'm being rude," Gaelwyn blushed a bit more, and without breaking from his gaze, offered him her hand. "I'm Gaelwyn, daughter of Ereinion Gil-Galad."
"Oh, I'm Faramir, son of Denethor, the Steward of Gondor." He took her hand in his, and shook it, but didn't let go. Eowyn frowned, glancing from one to the other. What was going on?
"Hey! Gaelwyn!" Their eye contact broke, as Mablung ran up to them, "Come on, I have to show you something!"
"Huh? Uh.sure," she muttered in response, before following after.
Eowyn turned to Faramir, a smile on her face, ready to ask him to the dance, but he did not seem to realize she was there. "What a woman..." he whispered, as Gaelwyn cast him a backwards glance and waved.
Eowyn's jaw dropped, and for a moment, all she did was stare at him. Then turning on heel with an audible "Humph," she marched away, leaving Faramir to wonder if he had done something wrong.
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Gaelwyn sighed as she marched along behind Mablung, thinking about the boy she had just met. "Faramir," she whispered, quietly enough so that the human couldn't hear. Shaking her head, she glanced up at human's back. "Where are you taking me?"
"You'll see when we get there!" he exclaimed, a little too cheerfully. Gaelwyn didn't like this.
"I would like a bit more of an explanation, please." She growled, stopping dead in her tracks.
Mablung turned around to face her, a bit of a grin on his face. "It's nowhere we shouldn't be, my lady, if that is what you were thinking."
"That's not what I was thinking...it's just..."
"What?"
"Well...I wanna go back to him." She cast her gaze back the way they had come, hoping to catch a glance of 'him'.
Mablung's grin was quickly replaced with a frown. Staring at the elf, he opened his mouth to say something, but whatever he was going to say, he didn't get a chance to finish, because two elves dropped from the trees.
The first, an elf with white hair and pale skin, swung down and kicked him in the stomach, sending the startled ranger down onto his back. The second one was quick to follow, landing with a leg on either side of him, and a knife held to his throat. "You don't move, and we won't hurt you."
Mablung went limp, as the elf standing over him began to tie him up. "I was just bringing the lady over to show her-" he tried to explain.
"Nobody is allowed over here unless they are given permission by the party administers," the she snapped back, wrapping a handkerchief around his mouth.
"Don't worry, new girl" the white haired one smiled sweetly, "You're new, so we won't do that to you. I mean, unless you wander over here again, after being warned, in which we WILL have to do that to you, UNLESS you have written permission from one of the admindi.amdini. "
"Administers?" the other suggested
"Bite me, Astartes!" she snapped, before turning back to Gaelwyn, "Now, where was I?"
"Just drop it, Isilwen, you're scaring the poor girl."
"But that's our job! Scare everyone away, so they don't try to sneak in and peek in at the preparations!"
Gaelwyn blinked, completely lost. "Well, if you don't mind, I'll be going now," she said with a forced smile, turning to leave.
"Wait!" Astartes yanked Mablung to his feet, and offered Gaelwyn a rope tied to his hands. "Take dear Mabby with you."
"But I wanted to teleport him to the school with my magic!" Isilwen protested.
"You blew up that keg of ale with your magic."
"But...but, that was different!"
Gaelwyn didn't hear another word the two said, as she lead 'Mabby' off in the direction they had come from, hoping to meet Faramir again.
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Off to go do stuff; please review (it makes me work faster).
Love, Insanity, and Flaming Whips,
Fiora-da-Insane & Llothlorien
I would like to announce, with much pride, I am not the proud mother of my very own Mini-Balrog, Llothlorien!
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Gaelwyn, Adalea, and Fiora limped out of the Arts & Media room together, covered in paints of various colors. Behind them, Peter Jackson waved, also covered in paint. "Next time, we'll actually paint on canvases!" he yelled, before turning back to his room.
Fiora giggled, and elbowed Gaelwyn in the side. "Having a fun first day yet?"
"I've been yelled at for my clothes, had random strangers tell me I was dead-sexy, taken a health test covering everything from hemorrhoids to pregnancy, and had a gallon of paint dumped down my shirt, marking my boobs blue for a least a week. This day is just fan-fucking-tastic!" Fiora laughed. "Which way to our room?"
"Just follow Fiora, she'll take you there," Adalea answered, "I'm going to go see if I can turn my hair blond again." That said Adalea marched off to her own room, her green/pink/red/black/purple hair flowing stiffly behind her.
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Knock. Knock. Knock.
"I'm coming, I'm coming."
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Lemme get my shoes on!" Fiora yelled, leaping one foot towards the door.
Knock. Knock. "Ow!"
"Sorry," Eowyn blushed, removing her fist from the elf's forehead, "Is Gaelwyn ready yet?"
"No, I think she's still got blue boobs, lemme check." Fiora closed the door, leaving a slightly confused Eowyn standing there.
"Blue boobs?" she repeated to herself, shaking her head.
The door opened a few seconds later. "She'll be out in a second," explained Fiora, "She just needs to get the last bit of blue out from underneath them. Why don't you come in until then?" She moved out of the way of the door, allowing the human to enter.
Eowyn was startled slightly at the sight of the room. She had never been in Fiora's room before, being more of Sefera's friend than the elf's. The beds were pushed into the far corners of the room, with thick deep red curtains surrounding them. The rest of the room was filled with tables, couches, and chairs, along with a small bookcase, a few mirrors, and a small fridge.
"Wow, this place looks like a..."
"Small shack used for living, rather than a school's dorm room." Fiora finished, "Still needs some work, but we'll get it done."
"We?"
"Right now, it's Me, Adalea, Sefera, Haldir, Orophin, Rúmil, Legolas, Aragorn, some other humans, and Thuringwethil."
"Thuringwethil?" repeated Eowyn, furrowing her brow slightly.
"The freaky girl with the bat wings and tail."
"Oh, the one with the skimpy black clothes and pale skin?"
"Sauron's pet. Pets of any teacher are dead useful in schemes to take over schools."
"Taking over? Do I want to know?"
"Depends; do you want to know about Elrond's sex life?"
"What does that have to do...no, never mind, forget it was ever brought up."
"There's a good girl," Fiora grinned, patting Eowyn on the head, "Now, if you don't mind, I have to prepare." The redhead promptly skipped out the door, slamming it shut behind her.
"She really scares me sometimes," Eowyn said to herself. "Gaelwyn, are you ready yet?"
"I'm coming!" the elf snapped, exiting the bathroom. "I heard Fiora telling you about my dilemma."
"Yes, she did. I'd ask what happened, but as it seems she was involved, I really don't want to know."
"It's got nothing to do with Elrond's sex life," Gaelwyn explained, as the two exited the room.
"Well, just for the sake of my sanity, don't say anything," Eowyn shuddered at the thought of Elrond and sex, leading the way down the hall.
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"Adalea, we need to talk."
The blonde elf turned abruptly from her friend, Sefera. "What about, Legolas?" she replied motioning for her friend to leave.
"About you and your attitude of late."
"What's that supposed to mean?" she frowned gently at her lifetime friend, wondering what may have brought on such a serious tone.
"Calling me gay; ignoring me when I asked for help; practically leaving me with stuck with Arwen as a date for the dance!" no denying it, he was pissed.
"Well sorry, Prince Legolas, I wasn't aware my life revolved around you!"
"No, that's not what I'm saying. I'm saying, as my friend, you have an obligation to -"
"Do everything I can to help you, even though you don't do the same for me? Tell me, Legolas, where were you when my father sent me away to Lothlórien? Off with some pretty girl no doubt!" if he wanted to get angry, fine. Adalea could do that too. Only she had more to yell about.
"Adalea, I told you, I couldn't do anything about that! I'm a Prince, not a King!"
"Maybe, but you didn't even say anything about it! You weren't even there!"
"That's in the past now!" people were staring as they passed, and Legolas felt like he needed to end the argument-now. "I don't see why it's bothering you, everything is fine-"
"No, it's not fine, Legolas! Do you think that after five years of living in Lothlórien, after being moved there abruptly, and having to start my life over, with no friends, it's all right? Well, it's not!"
"Fiora's your friend."
"You don't get it, do you? We did it, Legolas; we did it together! And who was blamed? Who was punished? Who was asked to leave Mirkwood? Me! I took the blame, I was punished, and I had to leave. You did it too, Legolas, but did you say anything?"
"I couldn't say anything, I'm a Prince! My reputation-"
"Screw your reputation! If it's so damned important to you, then maybe you SHOULD go to the dance with Arwen!"
"Adalea, that's not what I meant!"
"That's exactly what you meant! Deal with your problems yourself, prince!" she snapped, and turned to storm off. A few students scampered out of her way. Legolas stood there, staring after her.
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Aragorn, Boromir, Éomer, Faramir, Halbarad, and Mablung sat in a circle of logs outside, eating lunch and discussing...well, whatever guys discuss when they eat lunch in a circle outside. That is, they were discussing guy stuff, until Halbarad spotted someone coming.
"Captain Faramir," he said, motioning towards the two that approached, "two girls are heading this way. Eowyn and the new elf."
"What? You're kidding!" he hissed, arching his neck to see. "Valar help me."
"I don't think they've seen you yet," Mablung pointed out. "Go into the forest!"
Faramir nodded, springing from his log with his lunch to hide. Aragorn smiled gently. "I feel for him. I have to avoid Arantha at every corner to avoid going to the dance with her."
"At least you both know she'll just be using you," Boromir pointed out, "poor Faramir has a girl who really likes him."
"And whom he wants nothing to do with," Added Halbarad, before turning to wave at the two girls.
"Where's Faramir?" Eowyn asked upon arrival, looking from one boy to the next, as is expecting one of them to turn into Faramir.
"I don't know where he went, sister," Éomer said, his eyes on the elf-girl, "but why don't you introduce us to your friend here?"
Gaelwyn reddened slightly as all eyes turned to her. "Oh," Eowyn smiled gently, "This is Gaelwyn. Gaelwyn, this is Aragorn, Boromir, Éomer, Faramir, Halbarad, and...er.Mud lung?"
"Mablung," he corrected, giving her a dark look. "Mablung of Gondor, my lady Gaelwyn." He smiled flirtatiously at the elf. "And where, may I ask, are you from?"
"Um...I'm originally from Lindon, but as it was destroyed in the second age..."
"She's from Rivendell," Eowyn cut in, looking around for some sign of Faramir.
"I have not seen you there before," Aragorn furrowed his brow, "have you lived there long?"
"I...uh...who's that in the forest?" Gaelwyn abruptly changed the subject, as she caught sigh of someone moving in the forest.
"Huh? Oh, Faramir! Come on, Gaelwyn!" Eowyn grabbed the elf's arm, and literally dragged her over to the human, leaving the group of chuckling men behind.
"Uh, hey Eowyn..." Faramir's face reddened, "I was just going over to finish lunch with-"
"Faramir, I'd like you to meet my friend, Gaelwyn!" Eowyn forcefully pushed the elf in front of her.
"Er...hello." the elf muttered.
"Hi..."Faramir muttered back shyly. He raised his eyes to meet hers and, for a brief second, they locked, neither one looking away. Gaelwyn felt her cheeks grow hot, as Faramir's turned red.
"Oh.uh, sorry, I'm being rude," Gaelwyn blushed a bit more, and without breaking from his gaze, offered him her hand. "I'm Gaelwyn, daughter of Ereinion Gil-Galad."
"Oh, I'm Faramir, son of Denethor, the Steward of Gondor." He took her hand in his, and shook it, but didn't let go. Eowyn frowned, glancing from one to the other. What was going on?
"Hey! Gaelwyn!" Their eye contact broke, as Mablung ran up to them, "Come on, I have to show you something!"
"Huh? Uh.sure," she muttered in response, before following after.
Eowyn turned to Faramir, a smile on her face, ready to ask him to the dance, but he did not seem to realize she was there. "What a woman..." he whispered, as Gaelwyn cast him a backwards glance and waved.
Eowyn's jaw dropped, and for a moment, all she did was stare at him. Then turning on heel with an audible "Humph," she marched away, leaving Faramir to wonder if he had done something wrong.
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Gaelwyn sighed as she marched along behind Mablung, thinking about the boy she had just met. "Faramir," she whispered, quietly enough so that the human couldn't hear. Shaking her head, she glanced up at human's back. "Where are you taking me?"
"You'll see when we get there!" he exclaimed, a little too cheerfully. Gaelwyn didn't like this.
"I would like a bit more of an explanation, please." She growled, stopping dead in her tracks.
Mablung turned around to face her, a bit of a grin on his face. "It's nowhere we shouldn't be, my lady, if that is what you were thinking."
"That's not what I was thinking...it's just..."
"What?"
"Well...I wanna go back to him." She cast her gaze back the way they had come, hoping to catch a glance of 'him'.
Mablung's grin was quickly replaced with a frown. Staring at the elf, he opened his mouth to say something, but whatever he was going to say, he didn't get a chance to finish, because two elves dropped from the trees.
The first, an elf with white hair and pale skin, swung down and kicked him in the stomach, sending the startled ranger down onto his back. The second one was quick to follow, landing with a leg on either side of him, and a knife held to his throat. "You don't move, and we won't hurt you."
Mablung went limp, as the elf standing over him began to tie him up. "I was just bringing the lady over to show her-" he tried to explain.
"Nobody is allowed over here unless they are given permission by the party administers," the she snapped back, wrapping a handkerchief around his mouth.
"Don't worry, new girl" the white haired one smiled sweetly, "You're new, so we won't do that to you. I mean, unless you wander over here again, after being warned, in which we WILL have to do that to you, UNLESS you have written permission from one of the admindi.amdini. "
"Administers?" the other suggested
"Bite me, Astartes!" she snapped, before turning back to Gaelwyn, "Now, where was I?"
"Just drop it, Isilwen, you're scaring the poor girl."
"But that's our job! Scare everyone away, so they don't try to sneak in and peek in at the preparations!"
Gaelwyn blinked, completely lost. "Well, if you don't mind, I'll be going now," she said with a forced smile, turning to leave.
"Wait!" Astartes yanked Mablung to his feet, and offered Gaelwyn a rope tied to his hands. "Take dear Mabby with you."
"But I wanted to teleport him to the school with my magic!" Isilwen protested.
"You blew up that keg of ale with your magic."
"But...but, that was different!"
Gaelwyn didn't hear another word the two said, as she lead 'Mabby' off in the direction they had come from, hoping to meet Faramir again.
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Love, Insanity, and Flaming Whips,
Fiora-da-Insane & Llothlorien