The Private Rehabilitation Center of Minas Tirith
By Aiwendil Greenleaf (who currently should be working on a Christmas- wishing-list...)
Disclaimer: The bad news first. Most of the characters in the fic, aren't mine. It hurts, I want a Leggy!!! All except Mîm, Pearl, Melianwen and the elf, whose name I can't even pronounce, belongs to Tolkien. Bugger, wonder if I could have one for Christmas...
~*~A/N: Okay, let's see. I feel like chit-chatting. I should, as you can see above, be writing a wish-list. But right now I can come up with a DVD player (with The Fellowship of The Ring, extended version, of cause), MIB 2 on video, LoTR posters, LoTR action figures, LoTR tickets (I'm going to the second showing (okay the premier is in the middle of the night over here. Second is early morning) with my obsessed teacher, but I need to see it at least five times...), actually everything LoTR related, Harry Potter stuff (Hey, go watch CoS, it's SOOOO good. I love Snape!!! I love Lucius and Draco!!!! I love Tom Riddle!!! I love the bad guys!!), and the new CD from Jon (Danish guy). Inventive, isn't it?? God, my A/N will be longer then my chapter... That's not good is it?? Did anybody read all this??
~*~ 2. A/N: Read the first one. Okay never mind, this one is concerning the fic. Angsty but funny. Hey, that's my life!!! So, let's see how the little snob will survive Aragorn and Leggy... And we still have detention... Mwuhuahahahahaha!!!!!
And here come the best part. Thanks for the reviews!!!
Amarth: Thank you.
addicted: Really?? And again *Blushes* Thanks!! And considering I wrote it at eleven o'clock Tuesday night, it's not that many errors. Some, I can see that. Thanks for pointing it out.
Chook: Can't wait to write more. That's good. And you too put me on your Fav. Story list. I'm so honoured *Burst into tears of happiness*
The_Dragons_Lover: Wow, that's so cool. And so what, you don't like LoTR. Your still a Harry Fan. You have a mail, we could chat?? You know, about the awful weather in this part of the world?? ;-) See ya' *Waves* !!!!
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Nefhuinëiel sniffed the air. There was a lovely smell of smokes in the air, and like it wasn't enough, it was moving in her direction. She jumped behind some boring hall-plant, and waited. An elf came into view. A male elf, a very nice male elf. Very, very, very nice, hot, sexy, beautiful, yummy elf. With worn jeans, white T-shirt and leather jacket. Blond hair in a ponytail, and clear blue eyes. Nef licked her lips, this would be fun. He kept walking and his backside came into view. Not only did he have a really nice ass (really, really, really nice ass), more important at that time... A pack of smokes in his left pocket.
Nef darted out, and in a few seconds she was in front of the hot elf. He raised a dark eyebrow, "Are you new??"
"Yes, I am." Nef nodded, then crossed her arms over her chest.
The male tried to walk around her. Here came the good part. Nef delivered a nice pat to the elf's bum (really, really, really, nice, firm ass), and he twirled around. "I thought smokes were illegal here..." Nef said innocently. In her mind, horns was growing out her forehead, and a black glory was appearing over her head.
The elf growled at her, his eyes practically shooting arrows at her. "What do you want??"
Nef looked thoughtful, "Tell me where I can smoke, that'll do," she smiled playfully and nodded for him to lead the way.
The elf's face twisted into an evil grin, "Sure Lady. What's the name of this evil angel??"
Nef didn't mind this one calling her an angel. An evil angel, it sounded sexy, "Nefhuinëiel. Just call me Nef."
The blond smile wickedly, "I'm Legolas Greenleaf. Got your own smokes??" Nef nodded. "Then follow," Legolas said and bowed slightly.
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Sam lifted his head. There was the knocking, it wasn't a dream. It might have been, he had fallen asleep over some history essay (Galadriel was the History teacher. She turned very mad, if you didn't do your homework). Sam eyed the door, and got up. "Come in," he called softly, and hoped it wasn't Merry or Pippin. They had insisted on hiding food in his room ("Come on Sam, it's so close to the kitchen,"), and last time he had been court.
The door opened slowly, and a small hobbit lass stepped in. She looked really scared, and kept blinking, "Are y-y-y-you Samwise G-G-Gamgee??"
Sam felt oddly stronger by her presence. Maybe because she seemed so weak... "That's me, yes."
The lass twitched, "I'm-m-m Pearl H-H-Hornblower. I-I-I'm your n-n-n-new r- room-m-m-mate," the girl choked out, and began fiddling her thumbs. Sam raised his eyebrow a bit. Why was she being sent here. He had been because, well, old Gaffer believed gayness was a disease. And this was suppose to help, a ruff school. This one just seemed... Harmless, scared. Kinda sad, really.
"Well, come in." Sam tried his best to sound kind. He nodded in direction of the empty bed in the left side of the room, "That would be your side then." Pearl nodded/ twitched again. Sam chose to continue, "Your desk, closet, dresser, and the bathroom is in the hall." Each time he pointed in direction of the object. Pearl kept nodding. Sam sighed, even that Frodo Baggins spoke more then this one. Hmm, Frodo, that was one nummy treat. Sam shook his head, now was not the time for naughty thoughts. "School staff has the right to search your room at any time," He added, and sat down by his own desk.
The lass stood in the door for a few seconds, then began pulling in her trunk. With very little success. It wasn't even big, Sam noted. She made one last dramatic pull. That resulted in her hand slipping, and her falling five feet back.
Sam got up, "I'll help you with that," he said, making the sweet-Sam smile. (You know, like in the boat with Frodo. You just wanna hug him...)
Pearl stared at him wide eyed, looking like a deer court in the headlights. She started stuttering uncontrollably, then gave up talking with a weak sobbing sound. Sam tilted his head at her, and picked up the trunk. It wasn't heavy at all, did that lass never eat?? He placed it on her bed, and turned, offering his hand to the smaller hobbit. Pearl stared at it, and did some more disorientated blinking. Sam frowned, and gestured for her to take it. The lass bit her lower lip, but reached up to grab a hold of it.
"T-T-Thank you," she stuttered, and bushed off her scabby jeans.
"No problem." Sam smiled gently at her, before sitting down to finish the essay. Pearl sat on her bed and looked out the window, silent. Sam tapped his pencil against the hard oak surface of his desk. He glanced at her, and turned his chair, "You will have to open up, unless you wanna drive my utterly insane."
To Sam's surprise, a tiny smile spread over Pearls soft features, "Sorry, I don't s-speak much."
"Only one tiny stutter," Sam grinned, and winked at her playfully. This time Pearl giggled. Sam got up, and then threw himself on his own bed. This could turn out well...
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Aragorn was carefully nursing his wounded bottom lip ("Oh, Aragorn hurt his little baby face," as Legolas had put it). There was a sharp knock on the door, and he looked at the clock on the table next to Legolas' bed (it was held together with tape and glue, Leggy wasn't a morning person). Only four, it wasn't Sauron complaining he hadn't shown up. It was going to be, but...
"Is this room 13??"
Aragorn turned to find the door open. The girl didn't bother to wait for the answer, "So, 'you Aragorn??" Aragorn opened his mouth, but again, the woman didn't seem interested in what he had to say. She threw several large suitcases on the floor, and closed the door behind her. "I'm Melianwen, but don't worry, I won't be around for very long. You just stay out of my way, got it? Good!!"
Aragorn blinked and sat down in the nearest beanbag-chair. That ought to be the meanest bitch he'd seen in a while (save Galadriel). Who the hell did she think she was? She was rude, evil, snobbish, provoking, and yet annoyingly attractive... Did someone turn Boromir into a woman??
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"New roommate?" asked a cheerful voice, when she entered. Mîm looked the hobbit over, she seemed all right.
"I'm Rosie," said the small thing, and held out her hand.
Mîm looked around the room, still all right. "Mîm," she said sweetly, and gave the hobbit a nice handshake.
Rosie began taking her bags in, and talking about how she would have a great time at the center. Mîm sat on her bed, as Rosie started telling her about the different teaches. Maybe this wasn't so bad, she had to find Gimli. Have a nice family talk. Some family drinking.
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"I'm Elladan," the dark elf smiled.
"Elrohir," added the other, raising his hand. Nef smiled, she did always like twins... The small clearing was totally isolated, idealistic place for smoking. Legolas had strictly told her to keep it secret, this was the elves smoking place. There was a thud, and a blond elf, with slightly choppy looks, entered the ring. Nef raised an eyebrow, as the guy pulled out a pretty bong-bottle. Properly used to be a coke bottle.
"That's Haldir," said Legolas, greeting the other with a wave.
"Oh, really..." Nef mumbled, and took a long drag of her Prince Light ("Gotta love a gal who smokes sissy smokes", was Legolas' comment). Elrohir had offered her a Camel, even before he knew who she was. Funny...
Legolas made a pretty series of smoke rings, and leaned back against an old tree. Haldir was beginning to look pretty happy-stoned-Haldir-like. Nef sighed, this was even better then her old school. Everything seemed quite, until...
"Sauron's walking pretty damn close to here," the elf, Nef remembered as Glorfindel, said nervously. Nef liked him, he was too, very nice. And hot, very hot.
The group of elves stubbed out their smokes, and Elladan placed a hand over Haldir's mouth, to keep him from giggling. The keen elf hearing was annoying, 'cause Sauron was getting closer. "Move!!" Legolas mouthed, and pushed the group towards the back of the clearing.
Haldir didn't stop the giggling. Nef would under normal circumstances find a group of elves running away from a dark lord, funny, but just not when she was among the elves. Still not spotted. Just around the corner, and they would be safe. The twins were safe, Haldir, Glorfindel and...
"GREENLEAF!!! ANÌRON!!!!"
Legolas uttered some very un-elvish phases on the way to the office. Bugger, busted on the first day. On second thought, that was nicely done...
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~*~*A/N: I NEED SLEEP, IT'S LATE!!! Any errors, I don't really care. My head hurts, and I suck. *Sob* Help...
By Aiwendil Greenleaf (who currently should be working on a Christmas- wishing-list...)
Disclaimer: The bad news first. Most of the characters in the fic, aren't mine. It hurts, I want a Leggy!!! All except Mîm, Pearl, Melianwen and the elf, whose name I can't even pronounce, belongs to Tolkien. Bugger, wonder if I could have one for Christmas...
~*~A/N: Okay, let's see. I feel like chit-chatting. I should, as you can see above, be writing a wish-list. But right now I can come up with a DVD player (with The Fellowship of The Ring, extended version, of cause), MIB 2 on video, LoTR posters, LoTR action figures, LoTR tickets (I'm going to the second showing (okay the premier is in the middle of the night over here. Second is early morning) with my obsessed teacher, but I need to see it at least five times...), actually everything LoTR related, Harry Potter stuff (Hey, go watch CoS, it's SOOOO good. I love Snape!!! I love Lucius and Draco!!!! I love Tom Riddle!!! I love the bad guys!!), and the new CD from Jon (Danish guy). Inventive, isn't it?? God, my A/N will be longer then my chapter... That's not good is it?? Did anybody read all this??
~*~ 2. A/N: Read the first one. Okay never mind, this one is concerning the fic. Angsty but funny. Hey, that's my life!!! So, let's see how the little snob will survive Aragorn and Leggy... And we still have detention... Mwuhuahahahahaha!!!!!
And here come the best part. Thanks for the reviews!!!
Amarth: Thank you.
addicted: Really?? And again *Blushes* Thanks!! And considering I wrote it at eleven o'clock Tuesday night, it's not that many errors. Some, I can see that. Thanks for pointing it out.
Chook: Can't wait to write more. That's good. And you too put me on your Fav. Story list. I'm so honoured *Burst into tears of happiness*
The_Dragons_Lover: Wow, that's so cool. And so what, you don't like LoTR. Your still a Harry Fan. You have a mail, we could chat?? You know, about the awful weather in this part of the world?? ;-) See ya' *Waves* !!!!
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Nefhuinëiel sniffed the air. There was a lovely smell of smokes in the air, and like it wasn't enough, it was moving in her direction. She jumped behind some boring hall-plant, and waited. An elf came into view. A male elf, a very nice male elf. Very, very, very nice, hot, sexy, beautiful, yummy elf. With worn jeans, white T-shirt and leather jacket. Blond hair in a ponytail, and clear blue eyes. Nef licked her lips, this would be fun. He kept walking and his backside came into view. Not only did he have a really nice ass (really, really, really nice ass), more important at that time... A pack of smokes in his left pocket.
Nef darted out, and in a few seconds she was in front of the hot elf. He raised a dark eyebrow, "Are you new??"
"Yes, I am." Nef nodded, then crossed her arms over her chest.
The male tried to walk around her. Here came the good part. Nef delivered a nice pat to the elf's bum (really, really, really, nice, firm ass), and he twirled around. "I thought smokes were illegal here..." Nef said innocently. In her mind, horns was growing out her forehead, and a black glory was appearing over her head.
The elf growled at her, his eyes practically shooting arrows at her. "What do you want??"
Nef looked thoughtful, "Tell me where I can smoke, that'll do," she smiled playfully and nodded for him to lead the way.
The elf's face twisted into an evil grin, "Sure Lady. What's the name of this evil angel??"
Nef didn't mind this one calling her an angel. An evil angel, it sounded sexy, "Nefhuinëiel. Just call me Nef."
The blond smile wickedly, "I'm Legolas Greenleaf. Got your own smokes??" Nef nodded. "Then follow," Legolas said and bowed slightly.
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Sam lifted his head. There was the knocking, it wasn't a dream. It might have been, he had fallen asleep over some history essay (Galadriel was the History teacher. She turned very mad, if you didn't do your homework). Sam eyed the door, and got up. "Come in," he called softly, and hoped it wasn't Merry or Pippin. They had insisted on hiding food in his room ("Come on Sam, it's so close to the kitchen,"), and last time he had been court.
The door opened slowly, and a small hobbit lass stepped in. She looked really scared, and kept blinking, "Are y-y-y-you Samwise G-G-Gamgee??"
Sam felt oddly stronger by her presence. Maybe because she seemed so weak... "That's me, yes."
The lass twitched, "I'm-m-m Pearl H-H-Hornblower. I-I-I'm your n-n-n-new r- room-m-m-mate," the girl choked out, and began fiddling her thumbs. Sam raised his eyebrow a bit. Why was she being sent here. He had been because, well, old Gaffer believed gayness was a disease. And this was suppose to help, a ruff school. This one just seemed... Harmless, scared. Kinda sad, really.
"Well, come in." Sam tried his best to sound kind. He nodded in direction of the empty bed in the left side of the room, "That would be your side then." Pearl nodded/ twitched again. Sam chose to continue, "Your desk, closet, dresser, and the bathroom is in the hall." Each time he pointed in direction of the object. Pearl kept nodding. Sam sighed, even that Frodo Baggins spoke more then this one. Hmm, Frodo, that was one nummy treat. Sam shook his head, now was not the time for naughty thoughts. "School staff has the right to search your room at any time," He added, and sat down by his own desk.
The lass stood in the door for a few seconds, then began pulling in her trunk. With very little success. It wasn't even big, Sam noted. She made one last dramatic pull. That resulted in her hand slipping, and her falling five feet back.
Sam got up, "I'll help you with that," he said, making the sweet-Sam smile. (You know, like in the boat with Frodo. You just wanna hug him...)
Pearl stared at him wide eyed, looking like a deer court in the headlights. She started stuttering uncontrollably, then gave up talking with a weak sobbing sound. Sam tilted his head at her, and picked up the trunk. It wasn't heavy at all, did that lass never eat?? He placed it on her bed, and turned, offering his hand to the smaller hobbit. Pearl stared at it, and did some more disorientated blinking. Sam frowned, and gestured for her to take it. The lass bit her lower lip, but reached up to grab a hold of it.
"T-T-Thank you," she stuttered, and bushed off her scabby jeans.
"No problem." Sam smiled gently at her, before sitting down to finish the essay. Pearl sat on her bed and looked out the window, silent. Sam tapped his pencil against the hard oak surface of his desk. He glanced at her, and turned his chair, "You will have to open up, unless you wanna drive my utterly insane."
To Sam's surprise, a tiny smile spread over Pearls soft features, "Sorry, I don't s-speak much."
"Only one tiny stutter," Sam grinned, and winked at her playfully. This time Pearl giggled. Sam got up, and then threw himself on his own bed. This could turn out well...
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Aragorn was carefully nursing his wounded bottom lip ("Oh, Aragorn hurt his little baby face," as Legolas had put it). There was a sharp knock on the door, and he looked at the clock on the table next to Legolas' bed (it was held together with tape and glue, Leggy wasn't a morning person). Only four, it wasn't Sauron complaining he hadn't shown up. It was going to be, but...
"Is this room 13??"
Aragorn turned to find the door open. The girl didn't bother to wait for the answer, "So, 'you Aragorn??" Aragorn opened his mouth, but again, the woman didn't seem interested in what he had to say. She threw several large suitcases on the floor, and closed the door behind her. "I'm Melianwen, but don't worry, I won't be around for very long. You just stay out of my way, got it? Good!!"
Aragorn blinked and sat down in the nearest beanbag-chair. That ought to be the meanest bitch he'd seen in a while (save Galadriel). Who the hell did she think she was? She was rude, evil, snobbish, provoking, and yet annoyingly attractive... Did someone turn Boromir into a woman??
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"New roommate?" asked a cheerful voice, when she entered. Mîm looked the hobbit over, she seemed all right.
"I'm Rosie," said the small thing, and held out her hand.
Mîm looked around the room, still all right. "Mîm," she said sweetly, and gave the hobbit a nice handshake.
Rosie began taking her bags in, and talking about how she would have a great time at the center. Mîm sat on her bed, as Rosie started telling her about the different teaches. Maybe this wasn't so bad, she had to find Gimli. Have a nice family talk. Some family drinking.
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"I'm Elladan," the dark elf smiled.
"Elrohir," added the other, raising his hand. Nef smiled, she did always like twins... The small clearing was totally isolated, idealistic place for smoking. Legolas had strictly told her to keep it secret, this was the elves smoking place. There was a thud, and a blond elf, with slightly choppy looks, entered the ring. Nef raised an eyebrow, as the guy pulled out a pretty bong-bottle. Properly used to be a coke bottle.
"That's Haldir," said Legolas, greeting the other with a wave.
"Oh, really..." Nef mumbled, and took a long drag of her Prince Light ("Gotta love a gal who smokes sissy smokes", was Legolas' comment). Elrohir had offered her a Camel, even before he knew who she was. Funny...
Legolas made a pretty series of smoke rings, and leaned back against an old tree. Haldir was beginning to look pretty happy-stoned-Haldir-like. Nef sighed, this was even better then her old school. Everything seemed quite, until...
"Sauron's walking pretty damn close to here," the elf, Nef remembered as Glorfindel, said nervously. Nef liked him, he was too, very nice. And hot, very hot.
The group of elves stubbed out their smokes, and Elladan placed a hand over Haldir's mouth, to keep him from giggling. The keen elf hearing was annoying, 'cause Sauron was getting closer. "Move!!" Legolas mouthed, and pushed the group towards the back of the clearing.
Haldir didn't stop the giggling. Nef would under normal circumstances find a group of elves running away from a dark lord, funny, but just not when she was among the elves. Still not spotted. Just around the corner, and they would be safe. The twins were safe, Haldir, Glorfindel and...
"GREENLEAF!!! ANÌRON!!!!"
Legolas uttered some very un-elvish phases on the way to the office. Bugger, busted on the first day. On second thought, that was nicely done...
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~*~*A/N: I NEED SLEEP, IT'S LATE!!! Any errors, I don't really care. My head hurts, and I suck. *Sob* Help...
