The Private Rehabilitation Center of Minas Tirith
By Aiwendil Greenleaf
*~*~A/N: We're getting to the good stuff.
Disclaimer: Everything from LoTR belongs to Tolkien. If I made money from my work, I wouldn't be writing here, would I?? I own my OC's and the plot, nothing more.
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There was a loud 'plonk' as the object hit the table. "What the fuck is this suppose to mean?" The words 'Faramir is a Slut' was written in clear blue letters on the surface of the notebook, lying on the wood.
Aragorn smirked and lifted his eyes, "I don't know what you mean, Faramir." If looks could kill, Aragorn would've been a pond of goo.
"How dare you..." Faramir clenched his fists. Aragorn tilted his head, and smiled. In one perfect leap, the young steward-to-be was on the heir of Isildur. It didn't take more them a few seconds. Faramir found himself on the ground with Aragorn on top of him, holding a very sharp-looking knife. Faramir gulped, and gasped as Aragorn put the knife down towards Faramir's face.
Then suddenly, Aragorn was on the ground. Faramir felt like crying of relief, there was Boromir to the rescue. "You little Bug!!" Aragorn's smirk faded rather quickly, with Boromir looming over him. "You think you could just do that to my brother??" Faramir couldn't help but give a small cheer, when Boromir's fist contracted with Aragorn's chin. Then Boromir twisted the others arm so he dropped the knife. Aragorn then attacked Boromir, who moved out of the way, making Aragorn hit the ground, hard. From his place on the ground, Aragorn kicked Boromirs leg, so the steward son, fell. They were just about to kill each other when...
"BOROMIR SON OF DENETHOR !!! ARAGORN SON OF ("a bitch" mumbled Boromir) ARATHORN!!!" The two boys jumped apart. Aragorn ducked under the table, and Boromir gulped before falling to his knees in horror. Faramir joined Aragorn under the table. Galadriel, looking both pissed and computer- generated. "Detention with Sauron, eight o'clock, tonight!!!"
"It's your fault, you Git," Aragorn growled., getting up.
Boromir seemed to grow again, "I protect my family!!" He helped Faramir up, and stepped protectingly (so that's not a word. Look if I care...) in front of him.
"Properly shaggin' him," Aragorn muttered, and left before Boromir had a chance to kill him.
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Nefhuinëiel looked up at the giant sign, saying : Welcome to The Private Rehabilitation Center of Minas Tirith. Si fractum non sit, noli id reficere. Nef knew the saying, 'If it ain't broke, don't fix it'. How ironical. It looked scary, so not nice. She could spot a pool in the back of the grounds, and noticed how everything looked... Kinda cool. I wasn't suppose to look cool.
Someone showed her violently. Figwit (mentally she called him dimwit...) court her. The dwarf, of cause walked stubbornly ahead, the hobbit in her tail. The snob passed by them with a 'huff'. Nef groaned, as Dimwit began talking about 'no one respecting elves'.
On the top of the stairs they were met by the weirdest thing Nef had seen. A guy in full amour, but still pretty scary. "Fresh blood," he (Nef was pretty sure it was a he) crackled. "Welcome." Nef noticed the hobbit hiding behind the dwarf, and the snob still trying to look like a goddess. "I'm Sauron, head of Security. I'll take you to the Principals office. Follow me." Nef had a bad feeling about the place.
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Principal Elrond looked out the window, and sighed. More students, like they didn't have enough already... Middle Earth really was on the brick of destruction. Two elves, a hobbit, a dwarf and a human.
There was a knock on the door. "Yes??" Elrond said weakly, while massaging the bridge of his nose.
Lord Celeborn opened the door, "Hobbits Brandybuck and Took has been sneaking in the kitchen again, what are we going to do this time." Elrond felt like crying. The damned hobbits, they just couldn't handle only three meals a day.
"I don't know Celeborn, I really don't."
Celeborn paused a moment, "Should I give them detention with Tom Bombadil??"
Elrond smiled, "Good idea, do that. Anything else?"
"Estel got in a fight again. With Denethors son." Celeborn looked mildly depressed, "Again over Faramir." Celeborn left.
"Why the hell does that guy have to be so protective?" Elrond muttered, "And why does all things happen to me..."
Another knock. "New students," Sauron called from the other side of the door. Elrond looked over the files, and took a deep breath, "Send them in."
The door opened, and the new students sat in various chairs. The dwarf in the far corner, away from the elves. And she was glaring annoyed at Elrond. Damn dwarfs.
"Let's see," Elrond said strictly (as strictly as he could), and picked up the dwarf-file (you could tell. It was in the weird dwarf languish. Elrond cleared his throat and read out loud:
"Name: Mîm Saphirelaughter (the male elf snorted)
Age: 106
Reason for transfer: Drinking and pot-smoking on school grounds, multiple times.
Notes: Short temper, and provoking behaviour."
Mîm actually looked proud. Elrond shook his head. "We won't tolerate any of this. Punishment won't be soft." Mîm smirked. Elrond ignored it, "You are to be placed in room 27, Mellon-house with Rosie Cotton. You may leave." The dwarf huffed, greeted the hobbit then left. 'At least I'm living with a hobbit', Mîm thought as she went in search for her room.
Elrond took the next on his list, the human. He flinched, a human with an elvish sounding name. That was bad.
"Name: Melianwen daughter of Thalion (both elves snorted (it means eagle...))
Age: 29
Reason for transfer: No respect for neither teachers nor students. Has a big number of threatening towards both staff and students.
Notes: Seems to think of herself as above everybody else. Need to show respect."
Elrond lowered his head, and looked directly at the youth, "You will find this place different. You show respect, or you won't get dinner." The girl growled silently. Elrond scanned his papers, "Room 13, Morie-house. You're new roommate will be..." Elrond felt his lips curl into a smile, "Roommates. Legolas Greenleaf and Aragorn son of Arathorn. That's all." The human got up, and left with a sneer (closing the door really hard).
The elf male was up. Elrond felt a migraine waiting to attack.
"Name: Figwit Mornië (now the female elf, rolled her eyes)
Age: 1899
Reason for transfer: Sex on school grounds multiple times, and a few cases of drug use.
Notes: Playboy, arrogant and in need of discipline."
Things just kept getting worse. "We don't play like that here. The rules won't change. No drugs, and no sex." Again Elrond had to scan his list, "Room 3, Morie-house, with Haldir something. You're excused." Figwit winked at the female, before leaving. Luckily she just seemed happy he left.
Elrond cleared his throat again,
"Name: Pearl Hornblower of Brockenborings
Age: 26
Reason for transfer: Pays no attention in class, nor does she say anything. Single case of violence.
Notes: Hides behind a shy outside. If the shell is suddenly broken, a beast might escape."
Elrond raised an eyebrow. Since when did the school board use metaphors?? "We'll make you speak up, and try not to make you show you bad sides." Elrond couldn't help it but smile reassuring at the small lass. She looked so fragile, scared. He looked down, 'very fitting' he thought. "Mellon- house, room 23 with Samwise Gamgee. That's all." Pearl got up, and walked silently out of the door. Elrond smiled sadly again, before shaking his head. He was going soft, bugger...
Migraine almost there. Now the last one, the elf. Pretty, Elrond had to admit. Lovely eyes, but never the less.
"Name: Nefhuinëiel Anìron
Age: 2166
Reason for transfer: Talking back in class, cutting lectures and smoking both tobacco and pot.
Notes: Innocent to look at. But don't get to close, in need of discipline."
Elrond sighed, how much discipline could one school provide?? The elf smiled evilly. Elrond could already see her planning how to get smokes. "The same counts for you, as for the rest. We don't tolorate. No smoking, and no talking back in class." Nef nodded mockingly. Elrond sighed, "Room 41, Dain-house with Faramir son of Denethor." Elrond smiled briefly. Maybe Boromir could learn her some respect. "You can leave now." Nef got up, nodded and left. Sure she would go find her room. After she found out where to smoke...
Elrond sat down satisfied. Then opened his drawer in a search for Aspirin.
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Boromir found his brothers room dark. "Faramir??"
"Yes?" The answer was weak, and sounded kinda sad. Like he had been crying or even...
Boromir turned on the lights, and found what he had expected. Faramir on the floor, a knife beside him, and shallow wounds all over his arms. Boromir made a soft cry, before rushing to his brothers side. Faramir went limp, he always did when his older brother finally showed up. Then came the crying, and the clinging.
"Eru... Why the hell do you do this?!?" Boromir almost yelled, and pulled out a piece of bandage from under Faramir's bed. He had placed some last year, and Faramir never noticed where he got them from. Boromir tried to stop the bleeding, while avoiding to much dripping on the floor.
"You got hurt..." Faramir sobbed weakly. Boromir sighed, and cradled his younger brother on his lap. It was always like this. Faramir could be strong and brave, but when it came to hurting Boromir... He would go cut himself. Nothing could stop him. Ever since they arrived Boromir had tried to keep sharp things out of the room, but... It didn't work. Boromir felt a tear slide down his cheek, as he gently rocked Faramir, stroking his hair.
"I'm sorry." Faramir's whisper was weak, but Boromir heard it.
"It's okay," he answered and hugged his younger brother closer.
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A/N: Okay, angst from the start. But I want angst, horror. I almost cried myself. I'm getting to arrogant... Please review, tell me if it's good. I, for one, am satisfied with me. Mostly because it's late, and I have to go to bed now...
By Aiwendil Greenleaf
*~*~A/N: We're getting to the good stuff.
Disclaimer: Everything from LoTR belongs to Tolkien. If I made money from my work, I wouldn't be writing here, would I?? I own my OC's and the plot, nothing more.
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There was a loud 'plonk' as the object hit the table. "What the fuck is this suppose to mean?" The words 'Faramir is a Slut' was written in clear blue letters on the surface of the notebook, lying on the wood.
Aragorn smirked and lifted his eyes, "I don't know what you mean, Faramir." If looks could kill, Aragorn would've been a pond of goo.
"How dare you..." Faramir clenched his fists. Aragorn tilted his head, and smiled. In one perfect leap, the young steward-to-be was on the heir of Isildur. It didn't take more them a few seconds. Faramir found himself on the ground with Aragorn on top of him, holding a very sharp-looking knife. Faramir gulped, and gasped as Aragorn put the knife down towards Faramir's face.
Then suddenly, Aragorn was on the ground. Faramir felt like crying of relief, there was Boromir to the rescue. "You little Bug!!" Aragorn's smirk faded rather quickly, with Boromir looming over him. "You think you could just do that to my brother??" Faramir couldn't help but give a small cheer, when Boromir's fist contracted with Aragorn's chin. Then Boromir twisted the others arm so he dropped the knife. Aragorn then attacked Boromir, who moved out of the way, making Aragorn hit the ground, hard. From his place on the ground, Aragorn kicked Boromirs leg, so the steward son, fell. They were just about to kill each other when...
"BOROMIR SON OF DENETHOR !!! ARAGORN SON OF ("a bitch" mumbled Boromir) ARATHORN!!!" The two boys jumped apart. Aragorn ducked under the table, and Boromir gulped before falling to his knees in horror. Faramir joined Aragorn under the table. Galadriel, looking both pissed and computer- generated. "Detention with Sauron, eight o'clock, tonight!!!"
"It's your fault, you Git," Aragorn growled., getting up.
Boromir seemed to grow again, "I protect my family!!" He helped Faramir up, and stepped protectingly (so that's not a word. Look if I care...) in front of him.
"Properly shaggin' him," Aragorn muttered, and left before Boromir had a chance to kill him.
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Nefhuinëiel looked up at the giant sign, saying : Welcome to The Private Rehabilitation Center of Minas Tirith. Si fractum non sit, noli id reficere. Nef knew the saying, 'If it ain't broke, don't fix it'. How ironical. It looked scary, so not nice. She could spot a pool in the back of the grounds, and noticed how everything looked... Kinda cool. I wasn't suppose to look cool.
Someone showed her violently. Figwit (mentally she called him dimwit...) court her. The dwarf, of cause walked stubbornly ahead, the hobbit in her tail. The snob passed by them with a 'huff'. Nef groaned, as Dimwit began talking about 'no one respecting elves'.
On the top of the stairs they were met by the weirdest thing Nef had seen. A guy in full amour, but still pretty scary. "Fresh blood," he (Nef was pretty sure it was a he) crackled. "Welcome." Nef noticed the hobbit hiding behind the dwarf, and the snob still trying to look like a goddess. "I'm Sauron, head of Security. I'll take you to the Principals office. Follow me." Nef had a bad feeling about the place.
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Principal Elrond looked out the window, and sighed. More students, like they didn't have enough already... Middle Earth really was on the brick of destruction. Two elves, a hobbit, a dwarf and a human.
There was a knock on the door. "Yes??" Elrond said weakly, while massaging the bridge of his nose.
Lord Celeborn opened the door, "Hobbits Brandybuck and Took has been sneaking in the kitchen again, what are we going to do this time." Elrond felt like crying. The damned hobbits, they just couldn't handle only three meals a day.
"I don't know Celeborn, I really don't."
Celeborn paused a moment, "Should I give them detention with Tom Bombadil??"
Elrond smiled, "Good idea, do that. Anything else?"
"Estel got in a fight again. With Denethors son." Celeborn looked mildly depressed, "Again over Faramir." Celeborn left.
"Why the hell does that guy have to be so protective?" Elrond muttered, "And why does all things happen to me..."
Another knock. "New students," Sauron called from the other side of the door. Elrond looked over the files, and took a deep breath, "Send them in."
The door opened, and the new students sat in various chairs. The dwarf in the far corner, away from the elves. And she was glaring annoyed at Elrond. Damn dwarfs.
"Let's see," Elrond said strictly (as strictly as he could), and picked up the dwarf-file (you could tell. It was in the weird dwarf languish. Elrond cleared his throat and read out loud:
"Name: Mîm Saphirelaughter (the male elf snorted)
Age: 106
Reason for transfer: Drinking and pot-smoking on school grounds, multiple times.
Notes: Short temper, and provoking behaviour."
Mîm actually looked proud. Elrond shook his head. "We won't tolerate any of this. Punishment won't be soft." Mîm smirked. Elrond ignored it, "You are to be placed in room 27, Mellon-house with Rosie Cotton. You may leave." The dwarf huffed, greeted the hobbit then left. 'At least I'm living with a hobbit', Mîm thought as she went in search for her room.
Elrond took the next on his list, the human. He flinched, a human with an elvish sounding name. That was bad.
"Name: Melianwen daughter of Thalion (both elves snorted (it means eagle...))
Age: 29
Reason for transfer: No respect for neither teachers nor students. Has a big number of threatening towards both staff and students.
Notes: Seems to think of herself as above everybody else. Need to show respect."
Elrond lowered his head, and looked directly at the youth, "You will find this place different. You show respect, or you won't get dinner." The girl growled silently. Elrond scanned his papers, "Room 13, Morie-house. You're new roommate will be..." Elrond felt his lips curl into a smile, "Roommates. Legolas Greenleaf and Aragorn son of Arathorn. That's all." The human got up, and left with a sneer (closing the door really hard).
The elf male was up. Elrond felt a migraine waiting to attack.
"Name: Figwit Mornië (now the female elf, rolled her eyes)
Age: 1899
Reason for transfer: Sex on school grounds multiple times, and a few cases of drug use.
Notes: Playboy, arrogant and in need of discipline."
Things just kept getting worse. "We don't play like that here. The rules won't change. No drugs, and no sex." Again Elrond had to scan his list, "Room 3, Morie-house, with Haldir something. You're excused." Figwit winked at the female, before leaving. Luckily she just seemed happy he left.
Elrond cleared his throat again,
"Name: Pearl Hornblower of Brockenborings
Age: 26
Reason for transfer: Pays no attention in class, nor does she say anything. Single case of violence.
Notes: Hides behind a shy outside. If the shell is suddenly broken, a beast might escape."
Elrond raised an eyebrow. Since when did the school board use metaphors?? "We'll make you speak up, and try not to make you show you bad sides." Elrond couldn't help it but smile reassuring at the small lass. She looked so fragile, scared. He looked down, 'very fitting' he thought. "Mellon- house, room 23 with Samwise Gamgee. That's all." Pearl got up, and walked silently out of the door. Elrond smiled sadly again, before shaking his head. He was going soft, bugger...
Migraine almost there. Now the last one, the elf. Pretty, Elrond had to admit. Lovely eyes, but never the less.
"Name: Nefhuinëiel Anìron
Age: 2166
Reason for transfer: Talking back in class, cutting lectures and smoking both tobacco and pot.
Notes: Innocent to look at. But don't get to close, in need of discipline."
Elrond sighed, how much discipline could one school provide?? The elf smiled evilly. Elrond could already see her planning how to get smokes. "The same counts for you, as for the rest. We don't tolorate. No smoking, and no talking back in class." Nef nodded mockingly. Elrond sighed, "Room 41, Dain-house with Faramir son of Denethor." Elrond smiled briefly. Maybe Boromir could learn her some respect. "You can leave now." Nef got up, nodded and left. Sure she would go find her room. After she found out where to smoke...
Elrond sat down satisfied. Then opened his drawer in a search for Aspirin.
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Boromir found his brothers room dark. "Faramir??"
"Yes?" The answer was weak, and sounded kinda sad. Like he had been crying or even...
Boromir turned on the lights, and found what he had expected. Faramir on the floor, a knife beside him, and shallow wounds all over his arms. Boromir made a soft cry, before rushing to his brothers side. Faramir went limp, he always did when his older brother finally showed up. Then came the crying, and the clinging.
"Eru... Why the hell do you do this?!?" Boromir almost yelled, and pulled out a piece of bandage from under Faramir's bed. He had placed some last year, and Faramir never noticed where he got them from. Boromir tried to stop the bleeding, while avoiding to much dripping on the floor.
"You got hurt..." Faramir sobbed weakly. Boromir sighed, and cradled his younger brother on his lap. It was always like this. Faramir could be strong and brave, but when it came to hurting Boromir... He would go cut himself. Nothing could stop him. Ever since they arrived Boromir had tried to keep sharp things out of the room, but... It didn't work. Boromir felt a tear slide down his cheek, as he gently rocked Faramir, stroking his hair.
"I'm sorry." Faramir's whisper was weak, but Boromir heard it.
"It's okay," he answered and hugged his younger brother closer.
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A/N: Okay, angst from the start. But I want angst, horror. I almost cried myself. I'm getting to arrogant... Please review, tell me if it's good. I, for one, am satisfied with me. Mostly because it's late, and I have to go to bed now...
