The Private Rehabilitation Center of Minas Tirith

By Aiwendil Greenleaf



Disclaimer: Tolkein's aren't mine, mine aren't Tolkien's. That about narrows it down. The new elf is from Lily (Riders of Rohan), hail her.

Beta: Jessa Sprite is the best. *Sends candy and chocolate-cowered-Haldir* She likes that.

~*~A/N: I have ideas, and I want them out. Now this'll be crazy, I'm-home- Saturday-night-after-drinking-party-chappy. Fun ensures. Lily gave lot's of really funny idea's, so credit to her too.

*^Warnings^*: Slash, m/m pairing, dwarf-bashing, suicide attempt, Nef's reading minds, and a purple cow with yellow spots. *Notice people staring at me* Yes, you heard me, a purple cow!!

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"I think she's a babe."

"Thank you for sharing that with us, brother."

Elladan and Elrohir seemed pleased with the new female elf. Glorfindel hadn't closed his mouth for ten seconds. Nef regarded the female by the door in silence, then looked questioning at Legolas. "She's okay," the male answered, and patted Nef on the shoulder.

Nef looked again and frowned. All right?? She was hot, ya know?? Long dark hair, milky skin, big, green cutie-eyes. "She friggin' hot!!" the only human amongst them exclaimed. Nef could see Legolas giving Aragorn a glare, out of the corner of her eye. "Not compared to you though, my fair and oh- so-sexy- Legolas."

Elladan groaned in annoyance, "Would you two lovebirds keep it down??"

Legolas smirked, "We should all celebrate out love."

"Just, maybe not in public," Glorfindel suggested, grinning at the pair. Nef smiled and looked down the hallway to the left for a few second, then turned to Aragorn, nodding. Problems, 9 o'clock.

A few adjustments, and Aragorn was completely out of side, covered with elves. The girly bitches of hell, Pain and Panic, daughter of Elrond and sister of Éomer. You know who I'm talking about.

Éowyn huffed at Nef, as she walked to her. Arwen, wearing a really low-cut shirt, spoke first, "Nice boots, Nefhuinëiel. Where did you get those, a dumpsite??"

The boys glared evilly at the two, but noticed Nef held her hand up, telling them to keep quite. She looked down at the worn combat-boots (which she had borrowed from Aragorn). The were filled with mud, but matched her baggy Rambo-pants (from Figwit). Then a white undershirt of Legolas' and an army-necklace (Faramir, he had it from Boromir) completed the look. Of cause she had also added an army-hat (Faramir again). One of those blue, French (peace-keeping)-ones. "And, I'm sorry darling, but rough-army-chick is so last year." Éowyn looked quite pleased with herself.

"I borrowed these boots from Aragorn," Nef said sweetly. Both girl stopped smiling, and Nef continued in a natural tone, "You know, my friend, who want's nothing to do with you two, at all."

Silence, then all the boys starting roaring with laughter. Arwen nodded her head in the direction of the door, and both bitches headed in direction of the new girl. "They're gonna try getting the new girl on their team," Legolas sighed, when he could stand straight again.

Aragorn nodded, then slapped Nef on the back, "Nice one."

Nef sighed, "I try. We have Art now, am I right??"



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"Disciplina Solerti Fingitur Ingenium," Melianwen red out loud. The school had put up new bronze letters. Probably because the pupils were going to have Latin now. "What does it mean??"

Boromir shrugged, so Mablung looked the sentence over a few times, "Something about, beating being good for your spiritual development." Melianwen smiled ruefully, and Boromir sighed , while Mablung continued, "I heard Sauron applied for the government, to give teacher permission to hit us."

"No, you're kidding," Melianwen choked out.

Boromir shook his head, "No, I'm afraid not. I heard too."

Mablung nodded, "It's the hard truth."

Pause. "Don't we have class??"

The boys stared at Melianwen for several moments, "So?"

The girl squealed, as Boromir picked her up, and the three of them ran towards the woods.

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"Hornblower, you're with Brandybuck, Took with."

Pearl rolled her eyes, and hit her head against the table. Merry snorted, "Why, now I'm insulted."

"I wanna be with Pip," Pearl whined, not lifting her head.

Merry crossed his arms over his chest in a mature-way, "Well, you're stuck cutting frogs with me."

"I hate Professor. What was it again??"

"Radagast the brown," Merry answered, and pushed her head back up.

Pearl sighed, then smiled, "There is good in the world."

Merry raised an eyebrow, then noticed that Sam had been put with Frodo. He was blushing, and it looked like he was babbling too. Pearl beamed when Frodo smiled at him. Perfect.

"Look who Pippin is with," Merry said casually, and tried pulling the guts out of the poor (dead) frog.

Pearl turned her head, and felt her eyes water up. Diamond of Longcleeve. They were laughing. Pippin was laughing, joking about something, with Diamond of Longcleeve. He raised his head, and met Pearls eyes. Merry's voice tried to get to her, "Pearl, be a good lass, and get me a scalpel?? Pearl??" Merry yelled after the hobbit, but she was already out the classroom.

"What happened??" Pippin walked over to Merry, and looked after the running lass.

Merry paused, then hit him in the back of the head, "Well done!!"

Pippin grimaced, cried out weakly and looked bewildered. Another hand hit him, "Yeah, well done!!" Sam hissed.

"What did I do?? Tell me!!"

Sam shook his head, and noticed Diamond smiling broadly from her place on her table. "Fool of a Took," he groaned and glared at the hobbit from Longcleeve.

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"You must add COLOUR!!!" Saruman waved his arms a little too enthusiastically, and Nef ducked, when a paintbrush came flying though the room. There was a whine, and a thump when Arwrench hit the floor.

Saruman started a speech about "how colourless his life had been before." Nef didn't really listen, but focused on her English book. 'Interview with a vampire' by Anne Rice. On the other side, she had a black-painted piece a paper.

"I used to be white," Saruman cried in glee, "Then I found COLOUR!! I'm now Saruman the Many Coloured!!!"

Legolas snorted, and pocked Nef in the rips, and Saruman approached them. "I see the young miss Anìron, needs colour," he grinned, and waved around with his staff. Nef ducked, as a beam of light hit her paper, and her book. She touched her hair carefully. It was still blond, and she had all her fingers. Legolas, who was looking pretty scared, was still an elf. Her painting was now a very ugly rainbow, but she was alive.

Damn, they're not turned into something unnatural.

Nef blinked and looked around. Where the hell did that voice come from?? Saruman left with a smile, and Legolas went back to splashing colours on his work of art. Nef shook her head, and went back to reading.

I hate art-class.

Nef turned her head sharply at Legolas, "Did you just say you hated art- class??"

Legolas cowered his mouth with his palm, "I said that out loud??" The question was muffled by his hand.

"I think." Nef murmured, and swallowed heavily.

I need to watch my mouth

"Yeah, you do," Nef said in an educating tone.

Legolas looked bewildered, "I didn't say anything."

Nef crooked an eyebrow at him, "You said, you needed to watch your mouth."

"No I didn't, I thought something like that, but I didn't say nothing."

Nef bit her lip, then rolled her eyes, "Bloody brilliant. Saruman got me reading minds."

This is fucked up.

"Tell me about it," Nef sighed, and looked across the room. "Think of a number."

Legolas smirked, "This is crazy."

"Minus 6," Nef said boldly "What kinda stupid number is that??"

Legolas frowned, "You reading minds, that should be fun."

Nef considered, then smiled evilly, "Oh, yes." Éowyn walked past them, heading for the catheter. Nef's eyes widened, "Bitch." Legolas looked bewildered. "She considered befriending me, to get to Aragorn."

Why, that little slut!!!

"Languish, Legolas." Nef turned at her book.

Legolas looked remotely at his painting, "It's ugly."

"It should be."

"Won't you go crazy, like in Buffy??"

Nef froze, then closed her eyes. She paused, "I've only heard yours and Éowyn. Maybe I only hear people close to me??"

Legolas nodded and pondered for some seconds, "Yo, Glorie, get your lazy ass over here!!" he yelled casually.

Glorfindel stood up, and walked to the two other blondes, a light sneer on his lips, "Yes??"

Get on with it, Aragorn-Shagger.

"Get on with it, Aragorn-Shagger," Nef quoted, and smiled. Then she actually thought about the meaning, "You're not nice."

Glorfindel clasped a hand over his mouth, much like Legolas had done. Legolas growled, but waved his hand in dismiss, "Settles it then," he said lightly, "You can read the thought's of someone close to you. Stay away from the cafeteria."

Nef picked up a pen and chewed the end, "Like I'd go anywhere near that place. It's filled with", she grimaced, "Hobbit's and Dwarfs."

Legolas rolled his eyes, You're so over-sensitive.

Nef shot him a glare, and Legolas began thinking about math. Then Nef pushed him away. Math, yuck.

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Gaelwyn shuffled her feet, and looked in envy at the elves across the hall. They already fit in. But they looked nice. Rough-chick, Blond-babe, blond- babe the second, stoner-blonde, human-guy, dark-twin 1 and 2. That could work out, she could fit in. Maybe. Two females came in her direction, but she was saved by the bell.

"Gaelwyn, come on in."

Her father was smiling broadly. He looked like he always did, when he looked at her. Loving, and with that look, grown-ups have in their eyes when they look at babies. Damn it, she was nearly bloody 6000!! Gaelwyn sighed sadly, and followed her father inside the office.

"Ah, so this is Gaelwyn."

Gaelwyn smiled a fake smile at the dark haired elf behind the desk, but he didn't seem to notice. "Hello, Lord Elrond, pleased to meet you."

Her father looked proud, and Elrond smiled, picking up a bundle of papers. That would be her case-files. "Gil-Galad, I must say, your daughters case is kind of special." He now looked serious, and kind of concerned.

Gaelwyn rolled her eyes. Here they went again, talking about her like she wasn't there. Her father did that, besides considering her a perfect angel. Like that wasn't bad enough.

"Elrond, old friend, I can assure you, my daughter is a fantastic, intelligent and disciplined child," her father said, and puffed up his chest.

Elrond looked at his friend for some seconds, then turned to Gaelwyn, "Say's here, she burned down the left wing of her old school."

Gaelwyn smiled, and wiggled her fingers. Her father began talking about "accidents", "bad influence" and "racist, elf-hating, teachers." Gaelwyn looked out the window behind her upcoming principal. Three human were running over the lawn, heading for the woods. Discipline-school, her ass.

Elrond's voice tore her from the daydreaming, "Here you will find the world changing," he said proudly, "You'll enjoy the learning." Gaelwyn rolled her eyes when the elders started discussing her father teaching. Poor student, the only one her father had any pity on. was her.

There was a knock on the door. A guy in armour came in. Elrond looked quite annoyed, and the guy mentioned some strange human (dressed as a Nazgûl) in search of an elf. Gaelwyn didn't listen. She twiddled her thumbs, and considered how to smuggled vodka and Cosmo's to her room.

Elrond finished his talk with, what seemed to be the security guy. "Any special wishes for house??" he asked Gil-Galad, and Gaelwyn rolled her eyes again. Was she invisible??

"Dain, they're the most upper classed, right??"

Elrond smiled, "Dain, it is. I have just the right place." He held out a paper to her father, who passed it to Gaelwyn. Room 42, a single-room, way to gain friends. Gaelwyn heard her voice thank politely, in the same empty tone, she always used when speaking to grown-ups. Her mind was screaming.

(A/N: Kinda spooky, isn't it??)

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Mîm walked in a big circle, avoiding two chatting elves. Gimli had asked her to get some beer to his room, and family is the most important thing in the world. She smiled politely at Sauron, and knocked the door to her cousins room. Gimli ushered her in and closed the door.

"The weirdest thing just happened," he mumbled and grabbed the ale from his cousin's school-bag.

Mîm looked sceptic, "You got your ass kicked, again??" She pointed at the black eye she noticed he was developing.

Gimli sighed annoyed, "That's not the point." Mîm smirked, but Gimli continued, "I was planning to trip the male, but the female hit me."

"So, this time a girl kicked your ass," Mîm stated and shook her head.

Gimli blinked, "Still not the point. It was like she could read my mind." Gimli sneered and punched an invisible foe.

Mîm shrugged, "Or you're getting old." There was a pause. "A female kicked your ass."

Gimli growled, and swallowed his beer in one take.

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Legolas was smiling like a sun, "Damn, that was great."

Nef smiled sarcastically and rubbed her fist. Who knew dwarfs had such hard faces??

So reading minds can pay off.

"You should be thanking me more," Nef pointed out, "At least do it orally," Legolas winked and Nef rolled her eyes, "Not mentally," she ended, and punched Legs lightly on the arm.

What did he do??

"He was planning to trip you, so I hit him first," Nef explained causally, "That way, I didn't even hurt your manliness, by protecting you. I know how males feel about strong women."

I'm gay, remember?

Nef turned her head at the smiling elf, "It looks stupid, that I'm talking, but you're not. Talk."

Why?? This is easier

Nef shrugged. Oh, how this would work, she couldn't wait to find out.

"How did it happen??"

Legolas looked utterly bewildered, "How would I know??"

Silence, Nef didn't even bother reading Legolas' mind. She snapped her fingers, "The book, the vampire book."

A-what??

Nef smiled satisfied, "Lestat can read minds."

Legolas smiled, "So, you'll be getting fangs too??"

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"Pearl, honestly. You're overreacting." Sam tried his best to look sympathetic. It was fairly hard, especially since Frodo had smiled at him. Not a big smile, but a small, shy smile. Sam sighed, and noticed Pearl glaring at him, "What??"

Pearl sobbed dryly, and crawled under her cowers, "I'm never talking to him again."

Sam rolled his eyes, even though Pearl couldn't see that, "He didn't even understand what he did wrong."

"So, he's stupid too," came the muffled reply.

Sam shrugged, "Won't you come out??"

Pause. "No."

"Please??"

Pearls head appeared from under her pillow. Her hair was muffled, and a big pout was settled on her face. Sam smiled, "Pip knows a bitch when he sees one."

Pearl smiled uncertainly, "Does he??" (A/N: Okay, extended DVD lines. Shot me.)

Sam nodded, "You just glare at him, and he'll fall to his knees begging your forgiveness," he smiled, and padded Pearl's head.

She sighed and jumped around the other neck, "I love you Samwise Gamgee."

Sam grinned and hugged the smaller lass, "I'm finding myself loving you too, Pearl Hornblower."

(A/N: Ain't platonic, straight, friendship-love great??)

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(A/N: I don't own Buffy. I stole all this dialogue from the episode "Earshot". I'm to lazy to make up my own. Sue my, it's the middle of the night. And Othello is really great, I love that Iago. He's smart.)

"Jealousy!"

Legolas turned his head to glare at Nef. Of cause, how would you use an ability like mind-reading?? To impress the teachers, who believe you're stupid.

Galadriel looked sceptically surprised, "Miss Anìron. Right. Very good."

Aragorn stared at her in disbelieve, as did the rest of the gang. Nef turned to look at Boromir.

I knew that. He frowned at her, and looked back to Shakespeare's Othello. Nef smiled, innocent as a lamb.

Galadriel continued in her dramatic tone, "Jealousy, clearly, is the tool that Iago used to undo Othello. But what's his motivation? What reason does Iago give for destroying his superior officer?

Nef scinted her eyes, and focused on the teacher. Cassio has my place...Twixt my sheets he's done my office...

Nef blinked, then raised her hand in one shift movement, "He was passed over for promotion, and Cassio was picked instead... and people were saying Othello slept with his wife."

All eyes were on her in two seconds flat. You dirty little. came Legolas' inner voice. Nef smiled dashingly.

She turned around, and found Haldir staring at her, looking more surprised then usual. Nef did the reading. Nef understood the reading.

Aragorn's thought's came to her, sounding kind of worried, When did she study? Was I supposed

to study? Damn, Legolas is hot.

Nef rolled her eyes, and caught Boromir's gaze again, I was going to say Cassio. I despise her. That sounded not so rude, didn't it?? Nef smiled sweetly, and tapped her pencil on the book.

Galadriel seemed to gain control of herself, but kept staring at Nef for several seconds, "Any other reason?"

Boromir practically jumped from his seat, "Race!!"

Galadriel smiled uncertainly, "Uh... good, Denethor's son. Can't overlook that."

Boromir smirked, In your face, Elfie Nef glared and went back to reading Galadriel.

"Iago makes a lot of references to Othello's color, but he never specifically cites race as a motive. Is there something else at work here?"

Legolas noticed Nef listening intently while Galadriel spoke, translating the teacher's thoughts into her words. Nef smiled evilly at him, then spoke. "Well, he almost admits to himself that his motives are spurious, he just does things because he enjoys them. It's almost like he's not a person, like he's a force of nature - the dark half of Othello himself, Othello's fear and rage sort of... embodied..."

This time, the stares were more intense, then those of Sauron. Whoa!! Nef could hear Legs, Boromir, Aragorn, Galadriel, Elladan, Arwen and Haldir thinking the exact same thing.

Galadriel now looked respectful, "Miss Anìron. Really, very astute. I said something quite like that in my

dissertation."

Nef smiled, "I know." She quickly changed the answer, " I mean, I agree. With that."

Galadriel smiled at her, and continued in a lighter tone, as if knowing at least one student got it right, gave her comfort, "Yes, and doesn't that also explain Othello's readiness to believe Iago? Within seconds he turns on Desdemona, believes that she's unfaithful. And we're all like that; we all have little internal

Iagos telling us our husbands or our girlfriends or whatever don't really love us. We can never see what's in their hearts. We doubt. We worry."

Nef wondered about that for a second, then smirked at Legolas, who shook his head in despair.

Galadriel continued, as Nef placed her head on her table with a sigh. Good to by mind-reader.

"Most of us don't go to as extreme

measures as Othello, thank goodness..."

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Mablung let out a big portion of air, "I think he left."

Melianwen pecked out the blue door, "This was stupid. We should've followed Boromir to History."

Isildur nodded, and lit up a smoke. They had accidentally bumped into him on the way back to class, and he had insisted they stayed for a smoke. Boromir hadn't stayed. And now, they were hiding from Sauron, in the boys washroom. What a great day.

Melianwen coughed, and slapped Isildur on the back, "Don't smoke, you twit."

"It will make it easier to find us," Mablung added, and tapped the side of his nose.

Isildur rolled his eyes, and threw the cigarette into the toilet. It could turn out to be a very long day.

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"Nef. Reads. Minds?"

Oh God

Nef tilted her head, as Aragorn desperate thought's reached her, "No kiddin'."

In one shift movement, all elves had moved out of her reach. Haldir's eyes widened, and he took a long drag from his newest joint. Glorfindel eyed her nervously, while Elladan and Elrohir smiled fake smiles. Nef pouted, and stared irritated at Aragorn. He looked desperate, the lowered his eyes quickly. How am I to make this. I think about sex all the time. Sex. HELP!!! Three times five is fifteen, four time six is twenty-four. Naked men. Naked Legolas. Naked Elves. Naked Nefhuinëiel. Stop me!!

Nef put her hands on her hips, "Jeesh, Aragorn is that all you think about??"

"Actually," Aragorn smiled, in a freaked out kinda way, "Bye." In two seconds flat, Aragorn had left the gang.

I'm following the man, okay??

"Sure," Nef said remarked dryly, as Legolas pointed and ran after his human lover.

Glorfindel inhaled and leaned back against a tree, This is actually interesting. I am my thoughts. If they exist in her, Nefhuinëiel contains everything that is me and she becomes me. I cease to exist. "Huh," his real voice added. Nef cocked an eyebrow, now that's deep thought's.

Elladan was blinking, looking dazed, Is that a purple cow?? Note to self: Don't ever take anything Haldir offers you. Elrohir was biting his bottom- lip Wonder if it'll go away, "When do you think it'll go away??"

Nef shrugged, and frowned as Glorfindel's continued his deep philosophising, No one else exists either. Nef is all of us. We think, therefore she is.

I have to stay away from her. She shouldn't find out.

Nef blinked and snapped her head in Haldir's direction. He shifted nervously, "Find out what??" Nef asked innocently.

Before she could react, Haldir jumped up, and put out his joint. I'm in love with.you. He pranced out the clearing, a look of being caught on his features. Nef stared dump-struck, and there was a mingle of Oh, shit's from the other elves.

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Pearl sulked, and glared at Pippin. A pathetic glare, but still a glare. "You really screwed up, talking with her," she remarked dryly.

Pippin rolled his eyes, "I'm sorry, I was put together with her. I had to speak with her."

"Couldn't it had been, like, a mean sort of speaking then??" Pearl asked, sounding both sad and angry. Add sarcastic.

Pippin crossed his arms over his chest, in a determined manner, "What is your problem with Diamond of Longcleeve??"

Pause, in which Pearl could shift uncomfortable, and look wounded, "She fancies you," She whispered, and continued in a desperate tone, "And there's no way I can compete with her."

Pippin blinked, but then his face twisted into a huge grin, "You silly, silly hobbit." Pearl tried some more glaring, but Pip stopped her, by hugging her tight, "Who would even look at Diamond, when they could have you??" he murmured into Pearl's sandy curls.

Pearl just relaxed, and slumbered happily into Pippin's arms. Outside the door, Merry got up from the keyhole and gave Sam a high-five, before they both walked away from the dorm-room. Sam in search of Frodo, and Merry in search of food.

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Nef slammed the door behind her, and began prancing back and forth through her room. She noticed Faramir laying with his back at her, so there was one.

"I had the most frustrating day," she started in a serious tone, and sat on her bed. "First, Saruman gives me Lestat's ability to read minds, then I kick dwarf-ass, then I rock at History." She rubbed her temples and sighed, "Then I have to listen to the perverted thoughts of the whole gang of males, only to find out, that one of my best friend, maybe my best friend, is in love with me." Nef took a brief breath, "That does explain the gazes, and the knife-craving, but I would never suspect he was in love with me." She got up, and resumed the walking back and forth. "So here I am, now friendless, because who would wanna spend time with someone, who you can't have ANY secrets from. No one, they're practically afraid of me. They run away!!"

Nef groaned and sat on her bed again. Something didn't seem right. The room was. silent. "Faramir." she paused, "Why aren't you.thinking??" It was in that moment, when she got up, her gaze went past the small bottle. Nef leaped to Faramir's bed, and picked it up, hand's shaking. The sleeping- pills, no correction, now the empty bottle where they should be. Which matched the half empty bottle of Vodka, laying under the bed.

Nef blinked, then jumped up, practically tearing Faramir off the bed. "Wake up, you git!!" she gasped, and shook his shoulder violently. No response. Oh, she couldn't do this. The elf looked desperately around the room, what should she do? You could get a teacher, but then Faramir would get send away, or put in some hospital. That would really kill. Boromir. Nef scrambled off the floor, and stumbled out in the hall. Shit, tears were already forming in her eyes. She wasn't good at pressure.

Boromir's room, 46. She took a deep breath, and ran at the door, almost falling in her baggy pant's. Boromir looked pretty shocked when she tore open the door, only being able to choke out, "Faramir."

Nef sobbed lightly, as Boromir cradled his younger brother in his lab. "I need to help," she stated firmly, and dried her eyes.

Boromir frowned for a second Why? "Why?"

Okay, more simple then in history, it seemed. "Because he's my friend," Nef said firmly, and kneeled beside the pair.

Boromir's thoughts went to fast for Nef to even bother reading them, "Get the soap from the bathroom, and the trash-can when you pass it again."

How she managed not falling this time, was questionable. But when she stumbled into the room, Boromir's mental response was Fast. "Just hold him, please??" Nef did as she was told, and stubbornly refused to notice what was going on. The smell of the liquid soap tinkled her nostrils, and when she felt Faramir's stomach contrast, she buried her face in his cashmere-blouse. Silence, "Help me get him back to bed." Nef nodded, and did as told.

I just wish he'd stop this. Nef registered the thought, and planned to look after Faramir's stuff some more.

She sat back heavily on the floor, and looked up at Boromir's face. Usually it was always cold, but now he looked worried, loving and, well, sad. He turned to face her, and sighed, What to say? Nef paused, "You don't have to say anything, just think really loud. Saruman made me read minds." No need to keep it secret from Boromir.

A tiny frown planted itself on the human's face, So that's how you got good at history. Nef smiled slightly, "Yeah, Galadriel thinks a lot." Boromir nodded, Thank you. Nef looked as understanding as Éomer could, when it came to hangovers, "I know you hate my friends, so I understand that you can't say it."

She gasped, as Boromir leaned in and kissed her forehead, before pulling her into a tight hug. Regaining her senses, she hugged back. "Thank you." It was muffled by her hair, but he said it.

This is weird.

Nef nodded, let go, and then got up. "I have to go," Boromir murmured, "I have extra English."

"I'll stay. I'll look after him," Nef said and padded Boromir's shoulder. Nice, wonder if he worked out?? Bad thoughts.

"Just, would you sit on the bed?? Talk to him, cuddle him a bit??" Boromir suddenly found the floor interesting. "When he wakes. Tell him how disappointed I am, okay??"

Nef smiled reassuringly, and nodded, "You're wish is my command."

Thank you, again.

Boromir went and kissed his brother's cheek. He turned quickly, and strode out the door. Nef sighed, and sat beside the still lifeless form on the bed, "You screwed up this time," she said boldly, only because Faramir couldn't respond. She brushed a lock of soft hair from his forehead, "Aragorn would kill at least one of us, if he saw us like this." The elf sighed deeply, "You're one silent one, aren't you??"

Faramir whimpered, and flinched. Nef smiled thinly, and somewhat worried, "Drama-queen," she responded, and lay down next to the sleeping form, of cause still facing him. "How could you even do this??" Nef groaned, he was still sleeping, and she came up with all the good questions now. "Funny, really. Hey, when you wake up, I'm gonna take you shopping. Maybe we can even get a permission," she winked, and stroked his hair again. He still smelled of soap. "You might wanna brush your teeth, when you're up again." Nef paused, "I still don't get you, you could've talked to me. To Boromir. Hell know, Wormtongue wasn't the best opportunity. But this, you're so gonna get your ass kicked, when you wake, oh son of Gondor." She took a deep breath, and waited. With a shrug, she kissed his nose lightly, and snuggled into the cowers. Even worse if Haldir walked in. "G'night. Afternoon, really." Nef sighed and feel asleep, letting one arm hug her room-mate.

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A/N: I think that went okay. Humor and angst. Late, but long. I like it, you review. Now, I'll take some painkillers, and go to bed. Yes, sleep good. I think we'll have some Frodo/Sam soon. Maybe.