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11:00 PM (Or sometime close to it) of the day in the last chapter
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Late at night it was, and darkness had settled across Lord Elrond's Private Boarding School (Or "LEPBS" to the lazier students, and "Lets Eat Peanut Butter Sandwiches" to the hobbits). Most everyone that didn't count was asleep, at a small meeting of friends, doing homework, or engaging in rule breaking, as were the select few that did matter. Three of the select few were currently standing in the greenhouse, surrounded by pot plants, awaiting the arrival of some other people that mattered.
Gaelwyn was one of those three, as she stood in all her regalness as one of the official hosts, simply because she was in charge of the guest list. Behind her, looking bored, was Sefera, and between them was none other than a very large "dog" (who was half orc at least) called Gaur.
It wasn't long before the expected guests started to wander in, starting with Rumil and Orophin, who had flirted with both girls until Gaur tried to give them a sex change. Behind them came Aragorn, Mablung, Eomer, Boromir, Legolas, Malfanaion (who was written in as Figwit, much to his dismay), A group of Hobbits who were promptly chased away by Gaur, Halbarad, Glorfindel (Who's eyebrows danced as he flirted with Gaelwyn), and a few more people who aren't all that important but were invited anyway.
Finally, Faramir showed up, with Adalea and two people who were not on the list. As soon as these two walked in, Aragorn and Legolas made attempts to hide, for there stood none other that...
Arwen and Arantha.
"They're not on the list," Gaelwyn pointed out, after jerking her eyes forcefully from Faramir.
Silently, Adalea jerked the guest list from Gaelwyn, and wrote "Arwen" and "Arantha" on the list, before handing it back to her. "They are now."
"You can't just bring them in here like this!" Sefera interjected, "They have to be invited in advance!"
"Look, they just want to have a good time. Besides, I don't see why I can't if Fiora can."
"I dunno, because the party is always Fiora's idea?"
And so, the cat fight began, the two girls quietly yelling at each other as Aragorn and Legolas tried to sneak out the back door, only to be stopped by Boromir and Malfanaion.
"And where do you think you two are going?" Malfanaion leered with crossed arms.
"Away from here before those two harpies close in on us!" Aragorn hissed, trying to shove around the two.
"No, Aragorn, I am sorry, but we have to keep you two here. It's for your own good." Boromir grinned.
"What in the Valar do you mean, 'for our own good'?" demanded Legolas, glaring.
"Let's see," Malfanaion smirked, "Girls who like you, plus Lots of Alcohol equals a little something I like to call a 'blow job'."
Legolas and Aragorn seemed to consider this for a moment, before turning to each other.
"Should I get a blow job?" Aragorn asked.
Legolas grinned like a demented Cheshire cat, as he guided his friend towards Arantha. "Certainly, Estel!" he exclaimed, as Malfanaion and Boromir followed, pleased with themselves. "Valar, I'm sure a blow job is just what you need. Me on the other hand..." He turned, and darted for the back door, dodging both Boromir and Malfanaion.
Unfortunately, Isilwen walked into the room at that moment, to lead the guests to the headquarters of the mini-party, and Legolas ran right into her.
"Watch where you're going, blondy!" the white haired elf snapped, helping herself to her feet.
Legolas just sat there, dazed,
Isilwen stepped around him. "You, New girl, is everyone here?"
Gaelwyn blinked "Me?"
"You're the newest one here."
"Oh, uh...yeah, everyone's here"
The white-haired elf grinned. "Good," she declared, then turned to the rest and yelled "Alright everyone, let's move out!"
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In his room, Grima Wormtongue lay awake in his bed, Thinking. He thought he had seen Both Adalea and Sefera leave their room, which meant that...
It was empty...
But should he go in there?
Was that a rhetorical question?
Eru was he...is he...am I talking to myself?!?
Yes, he was...he is... am...Valar, he needed to find out what kind of gas the hobbits kept putting in his room...
Decided, he climbed out if bed, and crept towards his door and into the hall, his destination: Adalea's room.
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The group of party goers were lead through the forest to their destination, a large clearing with tables, chairs, and a long buffet table decorated with Food and drinks. At one of the tables, Fiora and Haldir sat, with a shot glass at one end, and a small pile of dimes at the other.
"
Where's the Alcohol?"
Everyone turned to look at Mablung, then turned back to Fiora and Haldir, who had been joined by Isilwen. Isilwen was calm. There had to be alcohol. She would have flipped her lid if there wasn't any...
Fiora grinned, and stood up, motioning towards the table. "All Alcoholic beverages have been removed for the time being," she announced, as they all stared at her, wondering what the valor was up, "Because we will be engaging in a game called dimes."
There was a collection of various sounds of agreement, and the group quickly filled the empty sets of the table. Fiora was about to go over the basic rules, when she caught sight of something...one...that just miffed her off.
Two uninvited guests sat at her table. Arwen, with an unreadable expression on her face, sat next to Adalea, watching Fiora expectantly. Next to her, looking smug, sat Arantha, who was too busy staring at Aragorn to notice anything.
She shot a glare over to Gaelwyn, who shrugged and nodded to Adalea, who just shrugged. Fiora had to seriously resist the urge to strangle her. Instead, she calmly sighed, and went over the rules to "Dimes."
"The game is simple. We all split up into smaller groups, and line up in some way. The first person in line has to flip a dime into a shot glass in the middle of the table. If he or she makes it into the shot glass, he or she gets to take a shot of the beverage of his or her choice. If he or she misses, then everyone else in line gets to take a shot."
Everyone nodded, and stood back up to split into groups. Adalea, however, was dragged away by Fiora, while Gaur rounded up Arantha and Arwen and herded them to the two elven girls.
Adalea started, irritated. "Fiora, what is this ab-"
"Why are they here?"
"They wanted to come. Actually, Arwen did, and I figured since she's Elr-"
"Look, I don't care about Arwen. Actually, I don't give a Flying Fuck about Arwen! I want to know why SHE'S here?!?" At this, Fiora jabbed a finger at Arantha accusingly, while Arwen was trying to figure out if Fiora had just insulted her or what.
"Because she's Arwen's friend."
"No! I dont care if she's the daughter of the Valar!"
"She's right here" Arantha sang, and Fiora turned sharply towards her, her left eye and right hand both twitching.
"YOU STAY OUTTA THIS!"
"WHY SHOULD I? YOUR TALKING ABOUT ME!"
"YOU LITTLE-" They lunged at the same time, and grappled at each other while Adalea and Arwen tried to seperate them. It didn't work very well, and soon Fiora had her in a headlock and was punching her head, while Arantha tugged savagly at her hair and kicked her leg.
Adalea sighed and rolled her eyes. "Fiora," she called out boredly, "you are aware that the game of dimes you put so much effort into starting is well under way, and that people are getting drunk, and losing track of their problems at this very moment, aren't you?"
Fiora glanced up momentarily from her Arantha-bashing, and looked contemplative for a moment, before turning her head to the table, around which, the crew was gathered, laughing and drinking.
Her hold on Arantha lessened, and then she threw her to the ground in disgust. And without another word, Fiora marched off to join the game. After all, it had been HER idea.
"Her hand's still twitching" Arwen observed idely.
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Elrond sat in his office, going through his recent stack of hate letters from the various students, and a few parents, complaining about the "no sex" policy. Maybe he was being to hard on the students. Heck, maybe all he really needed was a good...
No! He couldn't think like that! What kind of principal would he be, letting the students win! He would see this through, he decided, opening his desk drawer and sending a stench through the room.
Yes, he would see his no sex policy through, stink bombs or no.
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The Group, now somewhat drunk, sat around in the clearing. Astartes had curled up aginst an overly drunk Haldir, while Aragorn and Legolas each had their own "Harpies" hanging off of them, although Legolas was spending more time glaring at Adalea than his cling-on. Sefera was massaging Boromir's shoulders, while Faramir rubbed Gaelwyn's hand. Yes, all the drunken love in the clearing was gently and...romantic...
...Unless you were looking at the table where Iswelin had thrown Orophin and straddled him. the two had engaged in a make out session that was better left undescribed...
"Anyone up for Truth or dare?"
There was a number of mumured agreements, and the queastion of "Who's first?"
A pause. Then Rumil called out: "Adalea, truth or dare?"
She looked unsure of herself for a moment, before deciding on "Dare."
Rumil grinned, "French kiss me."
If Adalea had been sober, or slightly less drunk, she might have tried to get it. Instead, she cursed herself, cursed rulim, and then slammed her tounge down his throat. The two played tonsil hockey for about three second before Adalea jerked away and slapped him. They both sat back doen, Rumil rubbing his face, and Adalea turned to Fiora.
"Fiora, Truth or Dare?"
Fiora grinned like a demented chesire cat on weed. "Dare."
Adalea's grin mimicked Fiora's. "I Dare you to....Fench kiss....Arantha!"
Both girls jumped up and yelled "NO!" at the same time.
Adalea smiled slyly "Just waned to see how you two'd take it. Now....your real dare is to cup Haldir"
Fiora stood there, blinking slowly, while Arantha sat back down, only to find her chair and been moved and instead fell ungracefull onto the grass. Haldir had a strange grin on his face, and Astartes looked unhappy. "Am I cupping his breasts or his dick?"
"The second one"
"His second boob?"
"His dick, you idiot."
"he has a second dick?"
"It's possible he does, what do you say, Haldir?" Haldir looked stunned. "For Valar's sake, just cup his dick!"
"Yes, mother!" Fiora sang, and skipped over to the Astartes and Haldir, and started to reach fro Haldir dick when Haldir snatched her hand and asked Adlea,
"With or without pants?" Astarted and Fiora slapped him at the same time.
Adalea grinned "My dear Haldir....don't be too greedy now.....there's still strip poker to come tonight, if I'm not mistaken"
Haldir shrugged "As long as there's more to come." He winked at Fiora, and released her hand, smiling broadly.
Fiora rolled her eyes at Haldir, and jerked her hand in quickly, cupped his "Mini-haldir," and jerked her hand out. "Okay...Arantha, Truth or dare?"
Arantha looked disappointed for a moment, and then, with disgust, tore her eyes from Aragorn, and muttered, "Truth"
"Wuss."
Arantha rolled her eyes. "Hurry, will you?"
"Fine. Have you ever..." she grinned evilly, recalling somthing she'd read in Arwen's diary, "Had a sex dream about any of the teachers? Like say...Elrondo?"
Arantha looked horrified. "Never. How dare you even suggest that!"
Fiora grined wickedly, and pulled a peice of paper out of her pocket. "Dear Diary," she read, "This morning Arantha told me about a disturbing re-occuring dearm about my Father. Ya know, one of those dreams where he's naked and..it's just gross...he had whip cream on him, and she's licking it off, and there was a whip and-"
Arantha's eyes widened. "GIVE ME THAT, NOW!" She glanced back at Aragorn "You know she's mad...."
"Me or Arwen?" Aragorn looked ready to up-chuck right there.
"Both of them....making things up.....thinking they're funny.....haha. great joke!" Everyone stared at her, disgusted that someone COULD even have a sex dream about..HIM!
Fiora looked at Eowyn. "I told you that taking over the school and Elrond's sex life were related."
Eowyn shuddered. "I thought I told you to forget it was ever brought up"
Arantha cut in, "Moving on. Aragorn, truth or dare," she asked, batting her long eyelashes at him.
Aragorn jumped away from her like she was a snake, and said hesitently "Truth," while one of the other guys shouted "WUSS!"
Arantha frowned gently for a moment, "Of all the girls here, who do you find the most attractive?"
"Certianly not you!" he thought to himself, possibly scarred for life. Outloud he said "Fiora". He laughed in his head. 'That'll piss the little wench off.'
The corner of Arantha's mouth twitched gently, and scowling, she crossed her arms in a huff. Aragorn turned to Legolas. "Truth or dare?"
"Dare." Legolas replied, with no hesitation.
"I dare you to give Adalea a lap dance." The girl in question glared at Aragorn, and mouthed profanities at him. Then turned her head away from the crowd.
Legolas just looked stunned. Aragorn clapped him on the back. "Go on, now!"
"But...I… she..." Aragorn hit him again.
"Go. On."
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Sauron grinned. Never before had he read something so...delicious, as this very letter, approving of his use of Shelob. He pulled the spider into a hug...actually, one of her legs, and crooned "You're going to catch all those nasty-wasty students, aren't you? Stop them from playing their wittle gameys, and from having fun, arenchu? Arenchu? Who's daddy's wittle girl? You are, yes you are!"
Shelob just clicked her jaws, dreaming of all the fat juicy students… elves, men, hobbits, dwarves...that she would be eating...
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"Arwen, Truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"I dare you to grope the hell out of Aragorn."
Arwen went pale for a moment, and took a long swing from a bottle of Vodka (Actually, she inhaled the entire bottle and two more), before doing just that: Groping the hell outta Aragorn. When she was done, he was hard and she had plastered her eyes to the ground. The entire time, Legolas had glared at Adalea, who had glared right back.
"Mal… Figwit. Truth or dare."
The elf boy glared at her, before realizing she wasn't looking at him "Dare."
"I dare you to knit me a sock. With your own hair."
"Just one sock?" Isilwen had climbed off of a very tired and drunk Orophin, and joined them.
"Yes."
"And people say I'm odd..."
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Grima crept through the halls stealthily, dodging random patrolling orcs and a teacher or two, until he reached his destination. Adalea's room. He reached out, and lightly knocked on the door, and held his breath. No answer.
He gently pushed the door open, not wondering why the door was unlocked, and made his way through the deserted room to a set of drawers located next to Adalea's bed. Oh my! He thought to himself, I wonder if her sexy panties are in that set of drawers! Smiling triumphantly, he pulled on the delicately carved handles, and the drawer slid out-revealing many folded pairs of pants. He frowned for a moment, and replaced the drawer, then tried the one below. This time, his efforts were rewarded with neatly pressed shirts. Still hopeful, he reached for the third set of pulls, and found her socks, and a nice smelling baggie of potpourri (which he tucked discreetly into a pocket). Starting to wonder if Adalea even wore undergarments (thinking about her either way made him smile) he reached the fourth drawer, where he beheld a trove of lacy, silky, and good smelling lingerie. He pulled a lace-flowered black thong out to admire it, and fingered it delicately and lustfully. As he placed it into his pocket along with the bag of potpourri, he noticed that by removing the thong, he had uncovered a slip of paper. Curious, he held it close to his face, to read it.
"Adalea-partti en grove, same place as be4, haldir n me bringin booze n kards fer strip poker." Grima narrowed his eyes, replaced the paper, and stormed out of the room. All the while fingering the black lace in his pocket.
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"What should we do now?" Haldir asked, swaying slightly.
Fiora gave him a lopsided grin. "Play strip poker of course."
Isilwen grinned, Astartes smirked at Haldir, and Boromir and Sefera eyed each other. Faramir grinned drunkenly and threw an arm around a giggling Gaelwyn.
"But where are we gonna find a deck of cards big enough for all of us to play?" Rumil questioned.
Just then, Haldir smirked drunkenly at his brother, and reached down to pull out his really big d***
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Shelob crept slowly through the trees, making her way through in search of students. Tasty students. It was a pity Gollum was a student-that annoying grey thing, he was useful for finding meals.
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"It's so big!" Aragorn gasped.
Sefera stared openly. "I've never seen one so big!"
Astartes looked at Haldir with an odd look in her eyes. "Can I hold it?"
Haldir grinned. "I'll do you one better. You can deal the first round."
She squealed with delight, and took Haldir's really big deck of cards, while everyone migrated to the table to play strip poker. "Everyone know the rules?" she asked, and received various forms of agreement form the players. "Alright then, let's play!"
And so it began, as Astartes dealt out Haldir's really big deck of cards. The entire group sat in a circle, each planning on who would loose their clothes if they won.
"Haldir, take off you shirt." Fiora commanded, laying down her cards. Four aces without drawing.
"WAIT!" Astartes snapped, after she had dropped two cards and picked up two more. "I have Five aces. Haldir, take off your shirt."
Fiora looked at her funnily, while Adalea gathered the cards and started to deal, while Haldir took his shirt off. "Was there a point to that?"
"No."
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Grima. Was. Lost. He had stormed out of the school to crash the party, and had thus far passed the lake twice. Heck, he couldn't even find his way back to the school! He sighed, and pulled out Adalea's lacey black underwear. 'Why do I even have this?' he asked himself. 'Why am I here?'
Growling, he emptied he pockets of Adalea's stuff, hurling it into the lake, and stormed off in hopes of finding his way to the school or...somewhere.
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Haldir, now reduced to his underwear (Fiora and Astartes had targeted him), glared at Fiora, who was down to her bra and pants (a shirtless Aragorn had targeted her to piss off a now underwear-clad Arantha). The elf had a large grin on her face, as she put down her cards. A Royal flush. Ace, King, Queen, Jack, Ten.
Instead, she turned to a pantless Faramir, and much to Gaelwyn's pleasure (She had on only her bra and underwear), she told him to strip.
Isilwen giggled, and not for the first time people wondered how she was still conscious, she had drunken so much booze. "Gaelwyn an Faramir, sittin' in a twee, K-I-S-S *HIc* I-N-G. " The said elf and human blushed, but Faramir leaned over and kissed her on the lips.
Adalea dealt, and soon Legolas and Orophin were reduced to their pants, while Fiora tried to leave the table.
"No!" was the general reply, while Arantha made a comment on how nobody wanted to see her body anyway.
"Someone has to make sure nobody's coming!" Fiora protested, as Arwen stripped off her bra.
"If you're gong, I'm going too!" Adalea stood, only to be yanked down again by Figwit.
"No, you stay here."
"But someone could show up!" she insisted.
"Nobody's gonna show up!"
From the sky, she dropped down right into the table, sending the kids, mostly naked, scurrying away as it broke under her weight.
"Spi...spi...de....spider..."Isilwen immediately went into a state of shock, and was swooped up by Orophin and hauled off towards the school.
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11:00 PM (Or sometime close to it) of the day in the last chapter
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Late at night it was, and darkness had settled across Lord Elrond's Private Boarding School (Or "LEPBS" to the lazier students, and "Lets Eat Peanut Butter Sandwiches" to the hobbits). Most everyone that didn't count was asleep, at a small meeting of friends, doing homework, or engaging in rule breaking, as were the select few that did matter. Three of the select few were currently standing in the greenhouse, surrounded by pot plants, awaiting the arrival of some other people that mattered.
Gaelwyn was one of those three, as she stood in all her regalness as one of the official hosts, simply because she was in charge of the guest list. Behind her, looking bored, was Sefera, and between them was none other than a very large "dog" (who was half orc at least) called Gaur.
It wasn't long before the expected guests started to wander in, starting with Rumil and Orophin, who had flirted with both girls until Gaur tried to give them a sex change. Behind them came Aragorn, Mablung, Eomer, Boromir, Legolas, Malfanaion (who was written in as Figwit, much to his dismay), A group of Hobbits who were promptly chased away by Gaur, Halbarad, Glorfindel (Who's eyebrows danced as he flirted with Gaelwyn), and a few more people who aren't all that important but were invited anyway.
Finally, Faramir showed up, with Adalea and two people who were not on the list. As soon as these two walked in, Aragorn and Legolas made attempts to hide, for there stood none other that...
Arwen and Arantha.
"They're not on the list," Gaelwyn pointed out, after jerking her eyes forcefully from Faramir.
Silently, Adalea jerked the guest list from Gaelwyn, and wrote "Arwen" and "Arantha" on the list, before handing it back to her. "They are now."
"You can't just bring them in here like this!" Sefera interjected, "They have to be invited in advance!"
"Look, they just want to have a good time. Besides, I don't see why I can't if Fiora can."
"I dunno, because the party is always Fiora's idea?"
And so, the cat fight began, the two girls quietly yelling at each other as Aragorn and Legolas tried to sneak out the back door, only to be stopped by Boromir and Malfanaion.
"And where do you think you two are going?" Malfanaion leered with crossed arms.
"Away from here before those two harpies close in on us!" Aragorn hissed, trying to shove around the two.
"No, Aragorn, I am sorry, but we have to keep you two here. It's for your own good." Boromir grinned.
"What in the Valar do you mean, 'for our own good'?" demanded Legolas, glaring.
"Let's see," Malfanaion smirked, "Girls who like you, plus Lots of Alcohol equals a little something I like to call a 'blow job'."
Legolas and Aragorn seemed to consider this for a moment, before turning to each other.
"Should I get a blow job?" Aragorn asked.
Legolas grinned like a demented Cheshire cat, as he guided his friend towards Arantha. "Certainly, Estel!" he exclaimed, as Malfanaion and Boromir followed, pleased with themselves. "Valar, I'm sure a blow job is just what you need. Me on the other hand..." He turned, and darted for the back door, dodging both Boromir and Malfanaion.
Unfortunately, Isilwen walked into the room at that moment, to lead the guests to the headquarters of the mini-party, and Legolas ran right into her.
"Watch where you're going, blondy!" the white haired elf snapped, helping herself to her feet.
Legolas just sat there, dazed,
Isilwen stepped around him. "You, New girl, is everyone here?"
Gaelwyn blinked "Me?"
"You're the newest one here."
"Oh, uh...yeah, everyone's here"
The white-haired elf grinned. "Good," she declared, then turned to the rest and yelled "Alright everyone, let's move out!"
*****
In his room, Grima Wormtongue lay awake in his bed, Thinking. He thought he had seen Both Adalea and Sefera leave their room, which meant that...
It was empty...
But should he go in there?
Was that a rhetorical question?
Eru was he...is he...am I talking to myself?!?
Yes, he was...he is... am...Valar, he needed to find out what kind of gas the hobbits kept putting in his room...
Decided, he climbed out if bed, and crept towards his door and into the hall, his destination: Adalea's room.
*****
The group of party goers were lead through the forest to their destination, a large clearing with tables, chairs, and a long buffet table decorated with Food and drinks. At one of the tables, Fiora and Haldir sat, with a shot glass at one end, and a small pile of dimes at the other.
"
Where's the Alcohol?"
Everyone turned to look at Mablung, then turned back to Fiora and Haldir, who had been joined by Isilwen. Isilwen was calm. There had to be alcohol. She would have flipped her lid if there wasn't any...
Fiora grinned, and stood up, motioning towards the table. "All Alcoholic beverages have been removed for the time being," she announced, as they all stared at her, wondering what the valor was up, "Because we will be engaging in a game called dimes."
There was a collection of various sounds of agreement, and the group quickly filled the empty sets of the table. Fiora was about to go over the basic rules, when she caught sight of something...one...that just miffed her off.
Two uninvited guests sat at her table. Arwen, with an unreadable expression on her face, sat next to Adalea, watching Fiora expectantly. Next to her, looking smug, sat Arantha, who was too busy staring at Aragorn to notice anything.
She shot a glare over to Gaelwyn, who shrugged and nodded to Adalea, who just shrugged. Fiora had to seriously resist the urge to strangle her. Instead, she calmly sighed, and went over the rules to "Dimes."
"The game is simple. We all split up into smaller groups, and line up in some way. The first person in line has to flip a dime into a shot glass in the middle of the table. If he or she makes it into the shot glass, he or she gets to take a shot of the beverage of his or her choice. If he or she misses, then everyone else in line gets to take a shot."
Everyone nodded, and stood back up to split into groups. Adalea, however, was dragged away by Fiora, while Gaur rounded up Arantha and Arwen and herded them to the two elven girls.
Adalea started, irritated. "Fiora, what is this ab-"
"Why are they here?"
"They wanted to come. Actually, Arwen did, and I figured since she's Elr-"
"Look, I don't care about Arwen. Actually, I don't give a Flying Fuck about Arwen! I want to know why SHE'S here?!?" At this, Fiora jabbed a finger at Arantha accusingly, while Arwen was trying to figure out if Fiora had just insulted her or what.
"Because she's Arwen's friend."
"No! I dont care if she's the daughter of the Valar!"
"She's right here" Arantha sang, and Fiora turned sharply towards her, her left eye and right hand both twitching.
"YOU STAY OUTTA THIS!"
"WHY SHOULD I? YOUR TALKING ABOUT ME!"
"YOU LITTLE-" They lunged at the same time, and grappled at each other while Adalea and Arwen tried to seperate them. It didn't work very well, and soon Fiora had her in a headlock and was punching her head, while Arantha tugged savagly at her hair and kicked her leg.
Adalea sighed and rolled her eyes. "Fiora," she called out boredly, "you are aware that the game of dimes you put so much effort into starting is well under way, and that people are getting drunk, and losing track of their problems at this very moment, aren't you?"
Fiora glanced up momentarily from her Arantha-bashing, and looked contemplative for a moment, before turning her head to the table, around which, the crew was gathered, laughing and drinking.
Her hold on Arantha lessened, and then she threw her to the ground in disgust. And without another word, Fiora marched off to join the game. After all, it had been HER idea.
"Her hand's still twitching" Arwen observed idely.
*****
Elrond sat in his office, going through his recent stack of hate letters from the various students, and a few parents, complaining about the "no sex" policy. Maybe he was being to hard on the students. Heck, maybe all he really needed was a good...
No! He couldn't think like that! What kind of principal would he be, letting the students win! He would see this through, he decided, opening his desk drawer and sending a stench through the room.
Yes, he would see his no sex policy through, stink bombs or no.
*****
The Group, now somewhat drunk, sat around in the clearing. Astartes had curled up aginst an overly drunk Haldir, while Aragorn and Legolas each had their own "Harpies" hanging off of them, although Legolas was spending more time glaring at Adalea than his cling-on. Sefera was massaging Boromir's shoulders, while Faramir rubbed Gaelwyn's hand. Yes, all the drunken love in the clearing was gently and...romantic...
...Unless you were looking at the table where Iswelin had thrown Orophin and straddled him. the two had engaged in a make out session that was better left undescribed...
"Anyone up for Truth or dare?"
There was a number of mumured agreements, and the queastion of "Who's first?"
A pause. Then Rumil called out: "Adalea, truth or dare?"
She looked unsure of herself for a moment, before deciding on "Dare."
Rumil grinned, "French kiss me."
If Adalea had been sober, or slightly less drunk, she might have tried to get it. Instead, she cursed herself, cursed rulim, and then slammed her tounge down his throat. The two played tonsil hockey for about three second before Adalea jerked away and slapped him. They both sat back doen, Rumil rubbing his face, and Adalea turned to Fiora.
"Fiora, Truth or Dare?"
Fiora grinned like a demented chesire cat on weed. "Dare."
Adalea's grin mimicked Fiora's. "I Dare you to....Fench kiss....Arantha!"
Both girls jumped up and yelled "NO!" at the same time.
Adalea smiled slyly "Just waned to see how you two'd take it. Now....your real dare is to cup Haldir"
Fiora stood there, blinking slowly, while Arantha sat back down, only to find her chair and been moved and instead fell ungracefull onto the grass. Haldir had a strange grin on his face, and Astartes looked unhappy. "Am I cupping his breasts or his dick?"
"The second one"
"His second boob?"
"His dick, you idiot."
"he has a second dick?"
"It's possible he does, what do you say, Haldir?" Haldir looked stunned. "For Valar's sake, just cup his dick!"
"Yes, mother!" Fiora sang, and skipped over to the Astartes and Haldir, and started to reach fro Haldir dick when Haldir snatched her hand and asked Adlea,
"With or without pants?" Astarted and Fiora slapped him at the same time.
Adalea grinned "My dear Haldir....don't be too greedy now.....there's still strip poker to come tonight, if I'm not mistaken"
Haldir shrugged "As long as there's more to come." He winked at Fiora, and released her hand, smiling broadly.
Fiora rolled her eyes at Haldir, and jerked her hand in quickly, cupped his "Mini-haldir," and jerked her hand out. "Okay...Arantha, Truth or dare?"
Arantha looked disappointed for a moment, and then, with disgust, tore her eyes from Aragorn, and muttered, "Truth"
"Wuss."
Arantha rolled her eyes. "Hurry, will you?"
"Fine. Have you ever..." she grinned evilly, recalling somthing she'd read in Arwen's diary, "Had a sex dream about any of the teachers? Like say...Elrondo?"
Arantha looked horrified. "Never. How dare you even suggest that!"
Fiora grined wickedly, and pulled a peice of paper out of her pocket. "Dear Diary," she read, "This morning Arantha told me about a disturbing re-occuring dearm about my Father. Ya know, one of those dreams where he's naked and..it's just gross...he had whip cream on him, and she's licking it off, and there was a whip and-"
Arantha's eyes widened. "GIVE ME THAT, NOW!" She glanced back at Aragorn "You know she's mad...."
"Me or Arwen?" Aragorn looked ready to up-chuck right there.
"Both of them....making things up.....thinking they're funny.....haha. great joke!" Everyone stared at her, disgusted that someone COULD even have a sex dream about..HIM!
Fiora looked at Eowyn. "I told you that taking over the school and Elrond's sex life were related."
Eowyn shuddered. "I thought I told you to forget it was ever brought up"
Arantha cut in, "Moving on. Aragorn, truth or dare," she asked, batting her long eyelashes at him.
Aragorn jumped away from her like she was a snake, and said hesitently "Truth," while one of the other guys shouted "WUSS!"
Arantha frowned gently for a moment, "Of all the girls here, who do you find the most attractive?"
"Certianly not you!" he thought to himself, possibly scarred for life. Outloud he said "Fiora". He laughed in his head. 'That'll piss the little wench off.'
The corner of Arantha's mouth twitched gently, and scowling, she crossed her arms in a huff. Aragorn turned to Legolas. "Truth or dare?"
"Dare." Legolas replied, with no hesitation.
"I dare you to give Adalea a lap dance." The girl in question glared at Aragorn, and mouthed profanities at him. Then turned her head away from the crowd.
Legolas just looked stunned. Aragorn clapped him on the back. "Go on, now!"
"But...I… she..." Aragorn hit him again.
"Go. On."
*****
Sauron grinned. Never before had he read something so...delicious, as this very letter, approving of his use of Shelob. He pulled the spider into a hug...actually, one of her legs, and crooned "You're going to catch all those nasty-wasty students, aren't you? Stop them from playing their wittle gameys, and from having fun, arenchu? Arenchu? Who's daddy's wittle girl? You are, yes you are!"
Shelob just clicked her jaws, dreaming of all the fat juicy students… elves, men, hobbits, dwarves...that she would be eating...
*****
"Arwen, Truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"I dare you to grope the hell out of Aragorn."
Arwen went pale for a moment, and took a long swing from a bottle of Vodka (Actually, she inhaled the entire bottle and two more), before doing just that: Groping the hell outta Aragorn. When she was done, he was hard and she had plastered her eyes to the ground. The entire time, Legolas had glared at Adalea, who had glared right back.
"Mal… Figwit. Truth or dare."
The elf boy glared at her, before realizing she wasn't looking at him "Dare."
"I dare you to knit me a sock. With your own hair."
"Just one sock?" Isilwen had climbed off of a very tired and drunk Orophin, and joined them.
"Yes."
"And people say I'm odd..."
*****
Grima crept through the halls stealthily, dodging random patrolling orcs and a teacher or two, until he reached his destination. Adalea's room. He reached out, and lightly knocked on the door, and held his breath. No answer.
He gently pushed the door open, not wondering why the door was unlocked, and made his way through the deserted room to a set of drawers located next to Adalea's bed. Oh my! He thought to himself, I wonder if her sexy panties are in that set of drawers! Smiling triumphantly, he pulled on the delicately carved handles, and the drawer slid out-revealing many folded pairs of pants. He frowned for a moment, and replaced the drawer, then tried the one below. This time, his efforts were rewarded with neatly pressed shirts. Still hopeful, he reached for the third set of pulls, and found her socks, and a nice smelling baggie of potpourri (which he tucked discreetly into a pocket). Starting to wonder if Adalea even wore undergarments (thinking about her either way made him smile) he reached the fourth drawer, where he beheld a trove of lacy, silky, and good smelling lingerie. He pulled a lace-flowered black thong out to admire it, and fingered it delicately and lustfully. As he placed it into his pocket along with the bag of potpourri, he noticed that by removing the thong, he had uncovered a slip of paper. Curious, he held it close to his face, to read it.
"Adalea-partti en grove, same place as be4, haldir n me bringin booze n kards fer strip poker." Grima narrowed his eyes, replaced the paper, and stormed out of the room. All the while fingering the black lace in his pocket.
*****
"What should we do now?" Haldir asked, swaying slightly.
Fiora gave him a lopsided grin. "Play strip poker of course."
Isilwen grinned, Astartes smirked at Haldir, and Boromir and Sefera eyed each other. Faramir grinned drunkenly and threw an arm around a giggling Gaelwyn.
"But where are we gonna find a deck of cards big enough for all of us to play?" Rumil questioned.
Just then, Haldir smirked drunkenly at his brother, and reached down to pull out his really big d***
*****
Shelob crept slowly through the trees, making her way through in search of students. Tasty students. It was a pity Gollum was a student-that annoying grey thing, he was useful for finding meals.
*****
"It's so big!" Aragorn gasped.
Sefera stared openly. "I've never seen one so big!"
Astartes looked at Haldir with an odd look in her eyes. "Can I hold it?"
Haldir grinned. "I'll do you one better. You can deal the first round."
She squealed with delight, and took Haldir's really big deck of cards, while everyone migrated to the table to play strip poker. "Everyone know the rules?" she asked, and received various forms of agreement form the players. "Alright then, let's play!"
And so it began, as Astartes dealt out Haldir's really big deck of cards. The entire group sat in a circle, each planning on who would loose their clothes if they won.
"Haldir, take off you shirt." Fiora commanded, laying down her cards. Four aces without drawing.
"WAIT!" Astartes snapped, after she had dropped two cards and picked up two more. "I have Five aces. Haldir, take off your shirt."
Fiora looked at her funnily, while Adalea gathered the cards and started to deal, while Haldir took his shirt off. "Was there a point to that?"
"No."
*****
Grima. Was. Lost. He had stormed out of the school to crash the party, and had thus far passed the lake twice. Heck, he couldn't even find his way back to the school! He sighed, and pulled out Adalea's lacey black underwear. 'Why do I even have this?' he asked himself. 'Why am I here?'
Growling, he emptied he pockets of Adalea's stuff, hurling it into the lake, and stormed off in hopes of finding his way to the school or...somewhere.
*****
Haldir, now reduced to his underwear (Fiora and Astartes had targeted him), glared at Fiora, who was down to her bra and pants (a shirtless Aragorn had targeted her to piss off a now underwear-clad Arantha). The elf had a large grin on her face, as she put down her cards. A Royal flush. Ace, King, Queen, Jack, Ten.
Instead, she turned to a pantless Faramir, and much to Gaelwyn's pleasure (She had on only her bra and underwear), she told him to strip.
Isilwen giggled, and not for the first time people wondered how she was still conscious, she had drunken so much booze. "Gaelwyn an Faramir, sittin' in a twee, K-I-S-S *HIc* I-N-G. " The said elf and human blushed, but Faramir leaned over and kissed her on the lips.
Adalea dealt, and soon Legolas and Orophin were reduced to their pants, while Fiora tried to leave the table.
"No!" was the general reply, while Arantha made a comment on how nobody wanted to see her body anyway.
"Someone has to make sure nobody's coming!" Fiora protested, as Arwen stripped off her bra.
"If you're gong, I'm going too!" Adalea stood, only to be yanked down again by Figwit.
"No, you stay here."
"But someone could show up!" she insisted.
"Nobody's gonna show up!"
From the sky, she dropped down right into the table, sending the kids, mostly naked, scurrying away as it broke under her weight.
"Spi...spi...de....spider..."Isilwen immediately went into a state of shock, and was swooped up by Orophin and hauled off towards the school.
*****
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