The Private Rehabilitation Center of Minas Tirith
By Aiwendil Greenleaf
Disclaimer: I'll make this one boring... The following characters (save mine) , and locations (save mine) belong to their creator, the mighty J.R.R Tolkien. I'm not making any money on my work, nor do I plan to break the poor babies... Much...
~*~ A/N:MERRY CHRISMAS!!! Here's my present to you. Mona gave me a great idea for detention, evil as she is *crackle* So here goes late Christmas fiction. (I tend to wonder, *why* I write the best, when tired and high on caffeine...)
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"C-C-C-Cooking-teacher??" Pearl asked, still catching her breath.
Sam nodded, sitting down on Merry's bed. They had fled to their room, when Sam had refused the use of his. Pearl took notice, that it had a nice mushroom smell. "Professor Goldberry is the cooking teacher, she was the only one left for the job. Professor Bombadil, the guy with clothes the rest of us wouldn't be court death in, is poetry teacher and kitchen boss," Sam answered and discretely helped himself to a cookie.
Pippin groaned, "Spea'kin of the shit, me and Merry have detention with the git tonight."
Merry buried his face in his hands, "The torture, the torture!!"
Pearl glanced at Sam, who nodded in agreement. Poor Pip...
"So, this is second time you're stealing, today?" Sam said, and sat sent Merry a disapproving look.
The young hobbit raised an eyebrow, "They took the first catch, Sam, honestly..."
Sam and Merry started a half-sided discussion about morals, not noticing how Pip nudged Pearl in the ribs, and they walked out.
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"'You in here, Mîm??"
Mîm raised her head and smiled, "Balin!!" she exclaimed, and got up to hug her cousin. After a brief, manly, hug, she drew back and looked past him, "Where's Gimli at??"
Balin shrugged, "Actually I don't know."
Mîm looked over at her empty bags, and the dresser, witch was looking pretty stuffed, "Let's go find him, I'm out of things to do." Mîm waved at Rosie, and skipped out the door.
"Never could keep her in one place..." Balin mused, and scratched his beard.
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(A/N: Okay, my Elf's speak Quenya, deal with it... I only speak a little Quenya, don't kill me, if I make mistakes.)
Legolas raised an eyebrow, upon entering his dorm room. On his bed, in the far right, sat Aragorn. His arms were crossed across his chest, and he had put on the 'I'm-going-to-be-king-of-Gondor-face'. On the bed to the far left, sat a human female. Legolas couldn't really figure out witch one of them looked the most pissed. 'Maybe those three-person rooms were a bad idea,' he thought grimly, and threw a few books from his locker on his own bed, witch was, by terrible strategically planing, placed in the middle.
"Legolas," Aragorn greeted, and tried to keep an even face.
Legolas waited patiently for Aragorn's outburst of anger, and used the time to address the female. "Hi, I'm Legolas, 'you our new roommate?" He held out his hand.
The dark blue eyes seemed to glow, "Don't touch me, elf!!"
Legolas growled, and had to take a few calming breaths, repeating 'you don't hit a girl, you don't hit a girl' in his mind. "I'm Melianwen, and you stay away from me," she girl hissed, and began unpacking what seemed to be the fifth bag of clothing.
Legolas turned his back at her, and looked over at Aragorn, still taking deep breaths. Aragorn looked like he was about to blow up, or worse. "Amin delotha re!! I hate her" he growled dangerously.
Legolas was about to answer, when Melianwen cut him off "Auta miqula yrch, Agaryulnaer!!!"Go kiss an Orc, Blood-sucker
Aragorn's eyes widened, and Legolas frowned. Did everybody speak elvish these days?? Melianwen sent Aragorn a brief glance. The ranger swore he saw a glimpse of hurt in the deep eyes, but it soon faded.
Legolas looked from one, to the other. Maybe time would pass quickly, and that detention come along soon?? He got up, and noted for Aragorn to follow. The heir of Isildur, seemed happy to oblige.
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Nef opened the door to her new room, and looked around. An empty bed, just for her. It wasn't before she saw some movement on the other bad, that she noticed another in the room. "Hello??" she tried gently. Didn't wanna trigger any suicidal behaviour.
The boy/man looked up from his position on the bed. 'Cute', Nef thought, and licked her lips. Reddish-blond hair, nice eyes and a light beard. And yet, wasn't that a bandage on his arm?
"Who are you?"
Good question really, wasn't like she carried around a name-tag. "I'm supposed to be your new roommate, if you're Faramir...?" Nef asked and smiled sweetly.
The boy's eyes flicked a second, "Yes, I'm Faramir."
"Nefhuinëiel Anìron, call me Nef." Nef held out her hand, but when Faramir didn't seem to wanna stretch his arm, Nef settle for a girlish wave. Faramir didn't move an inch, but kept clutching his arm, so Nef decided to play it easy.
She had just placed her bags on the empty bed, when the door burst open. "Faramir, we *need* to discuss the cu-..." The guy had noticed Nef, and he didn't seem very happy about it. "Who are you??"
Now, Faramir had said that in a soft, almost frightened voice. This guy hinted that she should fuck the hell off. Nef didn't like him. Nothing wrong with the looks, he was hunk-y, but he didn't really seem like the friendly kind of guy. "I'm Faramir's new roommate, Nef," she said shortly, "who are you?"
It looked like hunk-y would be happy to throw her out, he probably didn't want Faramir to have a roommate. "I'm Boromir, son of Denethor. Faramir's brother."
'Of cause, who else??' Nef thought, and hid her face in her palms. The day was just getting better, and better...
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Legolas gave some rock a good kick, making it hit a window the broke, somewhere. He really needed to breathe some free air, or it might be the death of their new roomie. Aragorn had decided to 'walk it off', his kind of anger management. Legolas on the other hand, had a less sophisticated way of dealing with the situation...
"Yo Gimli!! You axe is the size of a pocket-knife, and your mother shags donkeys!!!!"
Result: He didn't start the fight, but he could now kick some dwarf ass.
(A/N: Got it from this Danish show. How to get a day off from work, if you couldn't lie, and needed to be hurt for real. Go to your local biker club, tab the first biker you meet on the shoulder, ask him "if his ride is a puck-maxi and point out that his mother shags donkeys." Can be tricky though, since damage is undetermined. Hee Hee)
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Mîm stared dump struck at the scenario. So they found Gimli, but he was being bitchslapped by an elf. A few dwarfs had come the Gimli's rescue, so Legolas delivered a final punch on Gimli's nose, for good measure, and jumped back. He then waved and bowed for the elven audience, and darted off, before any teachers would show up.
Mîm shook her head, boy did she hate elves.
"Hi Mîm," Gimli greeted, and spit out some blood. "Want a drink??"
Mîm smiled at her cousin and nodded, supporting him on the way to his dorm- room.
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"Uh, Aragorn, Sweetie..." called two girly voices.
Aragorn froze. Shit, no, not now. He looked fanatically around for a place to hide, and decided on the first dorm room he could get into. He slammed the door, closed and waited. The squealing moved down the hall, and faded.
Aragorn sighed from relief. He had been saved on the bell, now where was he?
"Who the hell are you??"
Aragorn looked up to find a dark, male elf staring at him. "Aragorn," he answered shortly.
Before the elf could question what he was doing in the room, another cheerful voice rang out, "Aragornsie, ma' man."
Aragorn looked over on a bed, and smiled at happy-stoned-Haldir, who waved and giggled. Typical Haldir, stoned before dinner. He would most likely start a food-fight again... And so, half the house would have to stay after dinner, to clean up.
"Hello Haldir, and you would be new??" Aragorn greeted the blond and then addressed the dark-haired elf.
"Yep, I'm Figwit, and you're Aragorn." Figwit offered Aragorn a handshake.
Suddenly Haldir started laughing like a maniac. Well, he was, but anyway. When he had reduced it the hysteric giggling, he choked out, "You wer' runnin' from you'r girlies, Aragornie. Again!!" before a curled into a giggling ball again.
Aragorn smiled briefly, and sarcastically. "Yes Haldir, you might say that." Figwit raised an eyebrow, but didn't follow the subject.
Haldir stopped giggling again, and looked wide-eyed at Aragorn, "Betterrr run lil' Aragornie, befor' Èowynie and Arwrech catches youuu," he slurred, and fell down on the floor from his reassumed giggles.
Aragorn nodded, and noted 'goodbye' to both elves. It was time for dinner anyway.
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"Clean the pool, what is that guy thinking?!?" Nef growled. So Legolas had picked her up for detention, and Sauron had been in a crappy mood, apparently.
Legolas removed a twig for his long hair, and yelled across the pool, "'How can I kill these brats??'"
Nef snorted, and threw some more rotten leaves on the edge. It was autumn, and actually you couldn't see the bottom of the pool. So they weren't allowed to leave, before it was clean. So jump in the pool kids, jump in the icy-cold pool.
"Shut up, and keep working!!!" Sauron bellowed, and cracked an imaginary whip. Nef had herd him grumping about 'how sad it was, that the old ways of punishment was banned'. Then there was something about 'how he missed the screams', and then the had chosen to ignore the rest.
Now about the pool: There was a deep end, with jumping stools, and a low end (neck-high) for swimming only. Nef, due her fabulous luck, had been placed, to begin with, in the low end. Hunk-y (Boromir) was drowning in the deep end, with Arrogant Aragorn. Legs was too in the low end, as was some human Nef didn't know.
There was some spluttering from the other end, and Aragorn resurfaced. Apparently, Boromir had pushed him underwater. So now, Aragorn attacked Boromir. And Sauron went mad, really mad.
"Don't mind anything but your own business, and you won't end up dead," a voice advised Nef. She swam around, and faced the human. He was tall, with blond hair. Not bad looking either, but then again no one had been bad looking yet.
Nef threw some more leaves on the side, "I'll keep that in mind..."
"Èomer, you are??"
"Nefhuinëiel, just call me Nef."
"I'd rather, I don't think I can pronounce the other one."
Nef laughed for a second, but then Sauron noticed her, so she started showering leaves again. "This must be what hell is like..." she mused, as Legs swam to her side.
Her fellow elf looked thoughtful, "Nah, Bombadil is worse, he'll make your ears bleed. Howdy Èomer, what's the honour??"
Èomer nodded in Legolas' direction, "Hello Legolas, calling Galadriel a crazy cow, in her class."
Nef smirked. "So, back to my question, Bombadil is worse then this??" she asked and pulled yet another disgusting thing-y from her poor hair.
"Yes," both Èomer and Legolas answered at one time. Nef widened her eyes, fingers crossed, she shouldn't be court smoking again.
They worked in silence for a while. Legolas had just throw a big pile of leaves up from the bottom, when Nef's scream pierced the air, "SOMETHING HISSING "PRECIOUS" JUST SWAM THOUGH MY LEGS!!!!" Legolas groaned, and the 'Preciousssss hisser', swam past him. Nef was hyperventilating, and looked like she might pass out, "What the FUCK was that!?!?!"
"Nothing you should worry about, Precious!!! " Èomer shouted, and gave her a meaningful look. Don't mind anyone's business, got it.
"And don't yell like that, they might send you to the counsellor," Legs added in a low voice.
Nef got her breathing under control, but shuddered despite herself. Please, some slimy thing just swam though her legs, people!!! "And who's the counsellor??"
"Gríma Wormtongue," Legolas said, and Nef nodded in agreement. It didn't sound like the guy, you would just love to share your 'feelings' with, now did it??
"Boromir is strangling Aragorn..." Nef noted.
"He'll live," Legs answered and went back to work. Nef sighed, as both Aragorn and Boromir disappeared under the water. They'd live, more or less dead... So, she had almost lived though her first day, classes should be piece of cake, right??
(A/N: I have the teacher list ready here:
Elrond: Principal Sauron: Head of Security Galadriel: History Bombadil: Poetry Goldberry: Cooking Saruman: Art Celeborn: Math (Eight I see before me, yet nine there was set out from ... See, the guy can count ^.^) Gandalf: English Treebeard: Philosophy Theoden: Self-Confidence-class (*Snigger* "Sure, we'll fight those 10.000 Uruk-Hai, no problemo") Wormtongue: Counsellor
If you have better suggestions or something to add, mail me, please. Or leave a review.)
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"So y-you have detention, tonight?" Pearl asked sympathetically.
"Yeah, we do," Pip answered, and offered her a brownie. Pearl took it and looked at her feet.
Pippin looked her over, "What's a nice lass like you doing 'ere??"
Pearl smiled sadly, "I'm to quite, and then a can't control my movements, sometimes, when I'm scared."
Pip nodded, and gave her another brownie, "You know, maybe if I thought of you tonight, detention wouldn't be so bad..."
Pearl was pretty sure she broke the world record in blushing. Probably under a half second. "R-R-R-R-R-Really??" Jeesh, nervous much??
Pippin smiled mischievously at her, and nodded. "Are you gonna hit me, if I give you a kiss??"
Pearl blinked. Never, ever, had she seen that one coming. She barely knew him, and, and, and... He looked so cute (since when did she find boys, cute??) . She shook her head slowly.
Pippin smiled again and leaned in, placing the softest kiss on her trembling lips. Pearl opened her eyes, not really knowing when she closed them, and blinked a few times. Then she smiled slightly. Her first kiss, in the hallway, in a Rehab Center. She wasn't normal, that was for sure.
"You should smile more," Pippin said softly. "You look cuter when you smile. No forget that, you look cute all the time."
Pearl was sure even the tips of her eyes where flaming red about now. "Thank you."
"You also have really pretty eyes," Pip continued, and gave her another soft kiss. Pearl sighed happily. That was rewarded with another kiss... and another. Pearl dropped her second brownie on the floor. Now, she was having her first make-out session, in the halls, of the Private Rehabilitation Center of Minas Tirith. (A/N: Awww, can I write fluffy or what...)
************************** My A/N Play:
*Cille and whole LoTR cast* From all of us, to all of you: A Very Happy Christmas!!!!
Cille: Now Leggy will strip and...
Legolas: Then you woke up
Cille: Watch it. So here it is, pretty long chappy really, for my standard at least.
Boromir: Witch is not great...
Cille: Should this story involve slash, with YOU???
Boromir: Sorry, now go sleep in you new Frodo'n'Sam LoTR bedsheets, you got from your aunt.
Cille: *Dreamy* Yessss, Precioussssss
Boromir: And tommorrow, we'll play LoTR RISK, 'k??
Cille: What ever you say, sweetheart. MERRY CHRISMAS, PEOPLE!!!
*LoTR* : MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!
By Aiwendil Greenleaf
Disclaimer: I'll make this one boring... The following characters (save mine) , and locations (save mine) belong to their creator, the mighty J.R.R Tolkien. I'm not making any money on my work, nor do I plan to break the poor babies... Much...
~*~ A/N:MERRY CHRISMAS!!! Here's my present to you. Mona gave me a great idea for detention, evil as she is *crackle* So here goes late Christmas fiction. (I tend to wonder, *why* I write the best, when tired and high on caffeine...)
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"C-C-C-Cooking-teacher??" Pearl asked, still catching her breath.
Sam nodded, sitting down on Merry's bed. They had fled to their room, when Sam had refused the use of his. Pearl took notice, that it had a nice mushroom smell. "Professor Goldberry is the cooking teacher, she was the only one left for the job. Professor Bombadil, the guy with clothes the rest of us wouldn't be court death in, is poetry teacher and kitchen boss," Sam answered and discretely helped himself to a cookie.
Pippin groaned, "Spea'kin of the shit, me and Merry have detention with the git tonight."
Merry buried his face in his hands, "The torture, the torture!!"
Pearl glanced at Sam, who nodded in agreement. Poor Pip...
"So, this is second time you're stealing, today?" Sam said, and sat sent Merry a disapproving look.
The young hobbit raised an eyebrow, "They took the first catch, Sam, honestly..."
Sam and Merry started a half-sided discussion about morals, not noticing how Pip nudged Pearl in the ribs, and they walked out.
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"'You in here, Mîm??"
Mîm raised her head and smiled, "Balin!!" she exclaimed, and got up to hug her cousin. After a brief, manly, hug, she drew back and looked past him, "Where's Gimli at??"
Balin shrugged, "Actually I don't know."
Mîm looked over at her empty bags, and the dresser, witch was looking pretty stuffed, "Let's go find him, I'm out of things to do." Mîm waved at Rosie, and skipped out the door.
"Never could keep her in one place..." Balin mused, and scratched his beard.
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(A/N: Okay, my Elf's speak Quenya, deal with it... I only speak a little Quenya, don't kill me, if I make mistakes.)
Legolas raised an eyebrow, upon entering his dorm room. On his bed, in the far right, sat Aragorn. His arms were crossed across his chest, and he had put on the 'I'm-going-to-be-king-of-Gondor-face'. On the bed to the far left, sat a human female. Legolas couldn't really figure out witch one of them looked the most pissed. 'Maybe those three-person rooms were a bad idea,' he thought grimly, and threw a few books from his locker on his own bed, witch was, by terrible strategically planing, placed in the middle.
"Legolas," Aragorn greeted, and tried to keep an even face.
Legolas waited patiently for Aragorn's outburst of anger, and used the time to address the female. "Hi, I'm Legolas, 'you our new roommate?" He held out his hand.
The dark blue eyes seemed to glow, "Don't touch me, elf!!"
Legolas growled, and had to take a few calming breaths, repeating 'you don't hit a girl, you don't hit a girl' in his mind. "I'm Melianwen, and you stay away from me," she girl hissed, and began unpacking what seemed to be the fifth bag of clothing.
Legolas turned his back at her, and looked over at Aragorn, still taking deep breaths. Aragorn looked like he was about to blow up, or worse. "Amin delotha re!! I hate her" he growled dangerously.
Legolas was about to answer, when Melianwen cut him off "Auta miqula yrch, Agaryulnaer!!!"Go kiss an Orc, Blood-sucker
Aragorn's eyes widened, and Legolas frowned. Did everybody speak elvish these days?? Melianwen sent Aragorn a brief glance. The ranger swore he saw a glimpse of hurt in the deep eyes, but it soon faded.
Legolas looked from one, to the other. Maybe time would pass quickly, and that detention come along soon?? He got up, and noted for Aragorn to follow. The heir of Isildur, seemed happy to oblige.
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Nef opened the door to her new room, and looked around. An empty bed, just for her. It wasn't before she saw some movement on the other bad, that she noticed another in the room. "Hello??" she tried gently. Didn't wanna trigger any suicidal behaviour.
The boy/man looked up from his position on the bed. 'Cute', Nef thought, and licked her lips. Reddish-blond hair, nice eyes and a light beard. And yet, wasn't that a bandage on his arm?
"Who are you?"
Good question really, wasn't like she carried around a name-tag. "I'm supposed to be your new roommate, if you're Faramir...?" Nef asked and smiled sweetly.
The boy's eyes flicked a second, "Yes, I'm Faramir."
"Nefhuinëiel Anìron, call me Nef." Nef held out her hand, but when Faramir didn't seem to wanna stretch his arm, Nef settle for a girlish wave. Faramir didn't move an inch, but kept clutching his arm, so Nef decided to play it easy.
She had just placed her bags on the empty bed, when the door burst open. "Faramir, we *need* to discuss the cu-..." The guy had noticed Nef, and he didn't seem very happy about it. "Who are you??"
Now, Faramir had said that in a soft, almost frightened voice. This guy hinted that she should fuck the hell off. Nef didn't like him. Nothing wrong with the looks, he was hunk-y, but he didn't really seem like the friendly kind of guy. "I'm Faramir's new roommate, Nef," she said shortly, "who are you?"
It looked like hunk-y would be happy to throw her out, he probably didn't want Faramir to have a roommate. "I'm Boromir, son of Denethor. Faramir's brother."
'Of cause, who else??' Nef thought, and hid her face in her palms. The day was just getting better, and better...
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Legolas gave some rock a good kick, making it hit a window the broke, somewhere. He really needed to breathe some free air, or it might be the death of their new roomie. Aragorn had decided to 'walk it off', his kind of anger management. Legolas on the other hand, had a less sophisticated way of dealing with the situation...
"Yo Gimli!! You axe is the size of a pocket-knife, and your mother shags donkeys!!!!"
Result: He didn't start the fight, but he could now kick some dwarf ass.
(A/N: Got it from this Danish show. How to get a day off from work, if you couldn't lie, and needed to be hurt for real. Go to your local biker club, tab the first biker you meet on the shoulder, ask him "if his ride is a puck-maxi and point out that his mother shags donkeys." Can be tricky though, since damage is undetermined. Hee Hee)
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Mîm stared dump struck at the scenario. So they found Gimli, but he was being bitchslapped by an elf. A few dwarfs had come the Gimli's rescue, so Legolas delivered a final punch on Gimli's nose, for good measure, and jumped back. He then waved and bowed for the elven audience, and darted off, before any teachers would show up.
Mîm shook her head, boy did she hate elves.
"Hi Mîm," Gimli greeted, and spit out some blood. "Want a drink??"
Mîm smiled at her cousin and nodded, supporting him on the way to his dorm- room.
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"Uh, Aragorn, Sweetie..." called two girly voices.
Aragorn froze. Shit, no, not now. He looked fanatically around for a place to hide, and decided on the first dorm room he could get into. He slammed the door, closed and waited. The squealing moved down the hall, and faded.
Aragorn sighed from relief. He had been saved on the bell, now where was he?
"Who the hell are you??"
Aragorn looked up to find a dark, male elf staring at him. "Aragorn," he answered shortly.
Before the elf could question what he was doing in the room, another cheerful voice rang out, "Aragornsie, ma' man."
Aragorn looked over on a bed, and smiled at happy-stoned-Haldir, who waved and giggled. Typical Haldir, stoned before dinner. He would most likely start a food-fight again... And so, half the house would have to stay after dinner, to clean up.
"Hello Haldir, and you would be new??" Aragorn greeted the blond and then addressed the dark-haired elf.
"Yep, I'm Figwit, and you're Aragorn." Figwit offered Aragorn a handshake.
Suddenly Haldir started laughing like a maniac. Well, he was, but anyway. When he had reduced it the hysteric giggling, he choked out, "You wer' runnin' from you'r girlies, Aragornie. Again!!" before a curled into a giggling ball again.
Aragorn smiled briefly, and sarcastically. "Yes Haldir, you might say that." Figwit raised an eyebrow, but didn't follow the subject.
Haldir stopped giggling again, and looked wide-eyed at Aragorn, "Betterrr run lil' Aragornie, befor' Èowynie and Arwrech catches youuu," he slurred, and fell down on the floor from his reassumed giggles.
Aragorn nodded, and noted 'goodbye' to both elves. It was time for dinner anyway.
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"Clean the pool, what is that guy thinking?!?" Nef growled. So Legolas had picked her up for detention, and Sauron had been in a crappy mood, apparently.
Legolas removed a twig for his long hair, and yelled across the pool, "'How can I kill these brats??'"
Nef snorted, and threw some more rotten leaves on the edge. It was autumn, and actually you couldn't see the bottom of the pool. So they weren't allowed to leave, before it was clean. So jump in the pool kids, jump in the icy-cold pool.
"Shut up, and keep working!!!" Sauron bellowed, and cracked an imaginary whip. Nef had herd him grumping about 'how sad it was, that the old ways of punishment was banned'. Then there was something about 'how he missed the screams', and then the had chosen to ignore the rest.
Now about the pool: There was a deep end, with jumping stools, and a low end (neck-high) for swimming only. Nef, due her fabulous luck, had been placed, to begin with, in the low end. Hunk-y (Boromir) was drowning in the deep end, with Arrogant Aragorn. Legs was too in the low end, as was some human Nef didn't know.
There was some spluttering from the other end, and Aragorn resurfaced. Apparently, Boromir had pushed him underwater. So now, Aragorn attacked Boromir. And Sauron went mad, really mad.
"Don't mind anything but your own business, and you won't end up dead," a voice advised Nef. She swam around, and faced the human. He was tall, with blond hair. Not bad looking either, but then again no one had been bad looking yet.
Nef threw some more leaves on the side, "I'll keep that in mind..."
"Èomer, you are??"
"Nefhuinëiel, just call me Nef."
"I'd rather, I don't think I can pronounce the other one."
Nef laughed for a second, but then Sauron noticed her, so she started showering leaves again. "This must be what hell is like..." she mused, as Legs swam to her side.
Her fellow elf looked thoughtful, "Nah, Bombadil is worse, he'll make your ears bleed. Howdy Èomer, what's the honour??"
Èomer nodded in Legolas' direction, "Hello Legolas, calling Galadriel a crazy cow, in her class."
Nef smirked. "So, back to my question, Bombadil is worse then this??" she asked and pulled yet another disgusting thing-y from her poor hair.
"Yes," both Èomer and Legolas answered at one time. Nef widened her eyes, fingers crossed, she shouldn't be court smoking again.
They worked in silence for a while. Legolas had just throw a big pile of leaves up from the bottom, when Nef's scream pierced the air, "SOMETHING HISSING "PRECIOUS" JUST SWAM THOUGH MY LEGS!!!!" Legolas groaned, and the 'Preciousssss hisser', swam past him. Nef was hyperventilating, and looked like she might pass out, "What the FUCK was that!?!?!"
"Nothing you should worry about, Precious!!! " Èomer shouted, and gave her a meaningful look. Don't mind anyone's business, got it.
"And don't yell like that, they might send you to the counsellor," Legs added in a low voice.
Nef got her breathing under control, but shuddered despite herself. Please, some slimy thing just swam though her legs, people!!! "And who's the counsellor??"
"Gríma Wormtongue," Legolas said, and Nef nodded in agreement. It didn't sound like the guy, you would just love to share your 'feelings' with, now did it??
"Boromir is strangling Aragorn..." Nef noted.
"He'll live," Legs answered and went back to work. Nef sighed, as both Aragorn and Boromir disappeared under the water. They'd live, more or less dead... So, she had almost lived though her first day, classes should be piece of cake, right??
(A/N: I have the teacher list ready here:
Elrond: Principal Sauron: Head of Security Galadriel: History Bombadil: Poetry Goldberry: Cooking Saruman: Art Celeborn: Math (Eight I see before me, yet nine there was set out from ... See, the guy can count ^.^) Gandalf: English Treebeard: Philosophy Theoden: Self-Confidence-class (*Snigger* "Sure, we'll fight those 10.000 Uruk-Hai, no problemo") Wormtongue: Counsellor
If you have better suggestions or something to add, mail me, please. Or leave a review.)
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"So y-you have detention, tonight?" Pearl asked sympathetically.
"Yeah, we do," Pip answered, and offered her a brownie. Pearl took it and looked at her feet.
Pippin looked her over, "What's a nice lass like you doing 'ere??"
Pearl smiled sadly, "I'm to quite, and then a can't control my movements, sometimes, when I'm scared."
Pip nodded, and gave her another brownie, "You know, maybe if I thought of you tonight, detention wouldn't be so bad..."
Pearl was pretty sure she broke the world record in blushing. Probably under a half second. "R-R-R-R-R-Really??" Jeesh, nervous much??
Pippin smiled mischievously at her, and nodded. "Are you gonna hit me, if I give you a kiss??"
Pearl blinked. Never, ever, had she seen that one coming. She barely knew him, and, and, and... He looked so cute (since when did she find boys, cute??) . She shook her head slowly.
Pippin smiled again and leaned in, placing the softest kiss on her trembling lips. Pearl opened her eyes, not really knowing when she closed them, and blinked a few times. Then she smiled slightly. Her first kiss, in the hallway, in a Rehab Center. She wasn't normal, that was for sure.
"You should smile more," Pippin said softly. "You look cuter when you smile. No forget that, you look cute all the time."
Pearl was sure even the tips of her eyes where flaming red about now. "Thank you."
"You also have really pretty eyes," Pip continued, and gave her another soft kiss. Pearl sighed happily. That was rewarded with another kiss... and another. Pearl dropped her second brownie on the floor. Now, she was having her first make-out session, in the halls, of the Private Rehabilitation Center of Minas Tirith. (A/N: Awww, can I write fluffy or what...)
************************** My A/N Play:
*Cille and whole LoTR cast* From all of us, to all of you: A Very Happy Christmas!!!!
Cille: Now Leggy will strip and...
Legolas: Then you woke up
Cille: Watch it. So here it is, pretty long chappy really, for my standard at least.
Boromir: Witch is not great...
Cille: Should this story involve slash, with YOU???
Boromir: Sorry, now go sleep in you new Frodo'n'Sam LoTR bedsheets, you got from your aunt.
Cille: *Dreamy* Yessss, Precioussssss
Boromir: And tommorrow, we'll play LoTR RISK, 'k??
Cille: What ever you say, sweetheart. MERRY CHRISMAS, PEOPLE!!!
*LoTR* : MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!
