The Private Rehabilitation Center of Minas Tirith

By Aiwendil Greenleaf (the elf high on life and/or smokes...)

Disclaimer: I am but a poor student, who properly wont have money to buy most her friends Christmas gifts. I don't own most the characters, they are Tolkien's. And please don't sue, my friends would be very mad at you...

~*~*A/N: Okay, I start 30 minutes before I have to go to school. I'll mark the break, 'k??



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Elrond groaned and started massaging his temples with his long fingers, "First day, and you get into trouble, Miss Anìron..."

Nefhuinëiel spoke, voice dangerously calm, "Doing what, exactly??" Legolas smiled briefly at the girl's calm behaviour. She was going to be a great partner in crime, she just sat there looking insulted by being accused.

Elrond raised an eyebrow, "Smoking on school grounds."

"Do you have prove?"

"You both stink," Elrond said with a matter-of-fact tone, letting his hands drop to the desk before he continued, "I know the elves have their own little smoking place somewhere, and I know there must have been more than you two, but..."

Nef kept her face even, and remained the Ice Queen of the act. Legolas tried the best he could to keep an equally even face, and hoped it would work. Especially because both their cigarette-packs were hid in Nef's shirt (cleavage, to be more precise. It was actually a nice shirt, tight and dark green). Legolas hoped they would just be sent to detention with Sauron, Aragorn was going too, so that wouldn't be 'too' bad.

"Being the loyal people, in the back, isn't the best, is it??" asked Elrond, hoping to get some confessions or some other names. Neither of the youths said a word. Elrond sighed, "Detention with Sauron, you can join the 8 o'clock team. Now get out of my sight."

Legolas closed the door behind them and tried some lame gesture of comfort, "It's not so bad." Nef raised a perfect eyebrow. Legolas groaned in defeat, "Who am I kidding, Sauron is the worst ever, when it comes to physical punishment..." He sighed, as Nef yawed tiredly. "So, where's your room anyway??" Legolas asked, remembering that he didn't have that information.

Nef took up some paper from a pocket in her black pants, and without looking up, got her bags from behind a candy-machine. She then delivered a shift kick to the side of the machine, making it spit out a few chocolate bars. Legolas grinned and picked one up, offering her the other. Nef scanned the paper again, "Room 41, Dain, with some Faramir-guy..."

Legolas choked on his Milky Way (*Giggle*), "I feel so sorry for you."

"Why??" Nef asked blankly, and opened her coffee-chocolate.

"Most elves are in Morie, then the kind of snobbish people are in Dain, save a few." Nef bit her lip. "But Faramir's really an okay guy, just kinda suicidal. Not to mention has the most protective bigger brother, Boromir..." Legolas said and padded Nef comfortingly on the shoulder.

Nef frowned, "He can't be that bad, the brother I mean..."

Legolas flinched, "If not before, you'll meet him in detention. He and Aragorn had a fight." Nef searched her brain for data on Aragorn. Legolas' roomie, nice guy. Legolas paused, then, "Well, guess I'll see you then..."

Nef cleared her throat, "Well, maybe you should pick me up, by my room, you know?? I don't really know the way to detention..."

Legolas smiled sweetly, "Our first date," and followed up with a fake sniff. Nef giggled slightly and shook her head. Legolas pointed down a light blue corridor, "Dain, that way," he informed her.

"Thank you, very much Mr. Greenleaf," Nef said in a mockingly polite tone.

"No problem, my fair lady," grinned the blond, and kissed her hand softly. Nef at this made a fake "oh my" sound. Legolas laughed softly, and went on his way.

"So," Nef mumbled to herself, "off to find the bloody room." (I just realised, how that can be made into a pretty disgusting joke, Faramir, bloody...)

********************School, witch I was late for anyway... *******************

"This is the art room," Sam explained and noticed how Pearl was starting to look more relaxed by the minute.

"Who's t-the teacher??" she asked curiously, and followed Sam further down the long corridor.

"Saruman the White," answered Sam with a slight shudder, "Now he's "the many coloured", though. Don't ask..." Pearl laughed, and sighed happily. She was starting to like the place, this Sam was extremely nice. And he liked cooking and gardening. Pearl really liked flowers, and food for the matter. Earlier, she had asked why he was there, and honestly she had expected the answer. Such a nice guy had to be gay...

"Cooking," Sam pointed down the hall, "right next to the kitchens, where..." Sam was cut off. Pearl turned her head, and only had time to widen her eyes. Two figures, hobbit size, came crashing out from the nearest door, bumping into both her and Sam (who responded with an intelligent 'ump').

"'Ello there, lass," grinned a cheerful voice. Pearl found that she did in fact have a young hobbit on top of her. A pretty male hobbit, that Pearl found herself gazing dreamily at. She hadn't gazed dreamily at someone since, well, never... A pair of beautiful green eyes stared back at her, and a mischievously grin spread across the hobbit's face.

"Sam, what a pleasure, how are you??" the other hobbit asked, smiling broadly and got up.

Sam groaned, and lifted Green-eyes of Pearl, "I was fine 'til a few seconds ago, Mr. Merry..." He made the 'Mr.' sound like an insult.

"I'm Peregrin Took, call me Pippin or just Pip" the green-eyed hobbit smiled at Pearl, grabbing her hand and placing a kiss on the back of it.

"Pearl Hornblower." No stuttering, weird.

"Meriadoc Brandybuck, Merry," the other one, pretty too, held out his hand. Pearl took it carefully, and smiled weakly.

Sam put his hands on his hips, and looked down on the floor, "You've been in the kitchen again..." He said, and sighed.

Pippin took his eyes off Pearl, "I think, I remember now, why we where runnin', dear cousin,"

"BRANDYBUCK, TOOK!!"

Merry made a soft 'eep' and picked up a few boxes a cookies, throwing them into Sam's arms, "Hold these, and then run!!" Sam glared at Merry, but moved the hell out of there, without objections.

Pippin took up a couple of carrots, and grabbed Pearl's hand, "Nice advice, follow." Pearl looked back over her shoulder, as Pippin hurled her around the nearest corner, and just court a glimpse of the chef. Or chef's really, a man, and a pretty female. Hey, was that guy wearing blue coat and yellow boots?? (A/N: Soooo last year ^.^)

~*~* A/N: I'm hungry. Hold on some time, okay??"