The Private Rehabilitation Center of Minas Tirith
By Aiwendil Greenleaf
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine today either. I am working on it though.
Beta: Jessa Sprite. Cherish the beta, give her hot Elves and never stop sweet-talking her. Isn't that right? My first beta-reader, my first big- success story, It goes hand in hand.
A/N: I'm really in a chatty-mood. But I have a small problem, because of all these wonderful reviews (save one.), the first thing I say, when I see some story with less, is "I have more reviews then you, nah-nah-na-na- nah!!" It's disturbing. I'm getting greedy on reviews. So, send more reviews, I love them. I have 103!!! It's wild. Hey, party in the next chapter. Weeeee, a celebration of all you lovely people, it's great. I feel good, can you tell?? I never had this many reviews, I'm so up and running. Okay, done with the babbling now. Mostly.
Warning: Slash and swearing. Other bad stuff.
Reviewers (I did you all, crazy):

Kat : See, I hear you with Haldir and Nef. Her and Figwit are more, romantically involved, if you can put it that way. From Figwit's side, anyway. Now, Nef has a basic 'great-friendship' with Haldir, and loves him like a friend (she even told Faramir that). But I wonder if her feelings could change, now that she knows he feels stronger for her. And thank you for the nice things you said. And there is granted some explaining from Faramir for this chapter.

offspring-the-kids-aint-a : I'm a smile. Uh, the worlds first Nef/Haldir fan. It's so cool, thank you.

Quenn Of Slash : You just keep pushing it honey, but I had my slash-part filled for this story. And you got lovely Leggy/Aragorn sappiness. Hee, I'm Princess of Slash. Sorry, I just can't forget.

Aerin : I'm glad you just said "soap-opera". Saying "Days of our lives", would have got you killed. Well, jeesh, we 'could' make it stereo-type American soap-opera. First, everybody will sleep with everybody, regardless their sex. Then half will get pregnant. Regardless their sex... *Giggle* That sounds fun, doesn't it?? ^.^ I love the smell of sarcasm in the morning.

Fiora-da-Insane : See all July people are crazy. Just fate. Okay, so you're never getting normal. I think we'll catch you, and force you to take classes. (Did you hear that people!!!! Suck up, and you'll get in the story!!!) Faramir is. Lily wants Gaelwyn to have him. Last week she was for Glorfindel, so you never know actually.

DeeSarrachi : Thank you, my little Pearl/Pip hater. I figured you, as a Pippin lover, would enjoy Diamond getting kicked. It's something we shamelessly enjoy, the pervy-hobbit-fanciers we are. So, actually, I can just write you in. You can kick Diamond, and rape Pippin. Maybe you'd seem kinda bitchy if you do that. Ah well, give me a hobbit-y name for you. Or you can be human, your call.

Insanegoth : Another blessed Nef/Haldir fan. Wow, I'm so blessed with you people. You're party is scheduled for chapter 12, all tall people invited. Smaller will turn up anyway (^.^). Party will be held in the fire tunnels, use the small hatches under the sofas. Now that sounds like a fun party- invitation, does it not?? Faramir I'm working on, and you go girl!!

Lady Idril : Uh, I so like you. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!! Of course you can be in the story, Elf?? You'll be at the party, maybe a little sister of someone. I don't know, you write me. Okay, you loving Haldir and Nef, great, I love you. It's so cool, people usually go "I want Haldir". But not my reviewers, no you are better then that. *Sigh of happiness*

Neko-youkai : Thank you, and thank you for pointing that out. You, m'dear, have proved the higher meaning with reviews. Making the author do better next time. I'm glad you wrote my mistake, I hate knowing I keep doing something wrong. Thank you, again.

Alona the Evil Authoress : Hmm, I think I'm happy for you hyper-ness. And, mind-reading does come in handy to begin with, but look where it got Nef. The only people around her are asleep. The rest run away, because they don't want their secrets reviled. I'm getting way to deep. Everybody's leaving Nef, except Legolas, who finds it practical. Poor elf.

hiddendreamland : Thank you kind Miss. *Blushes* I'm so glad you liked the suicide scene. Not liked it like that. you know what I mean. And you love Nef, someone love something I made up!! This is huge. And the Haldir thing, you love that too. I'm so happy, thank you so super much.

asia : Angst-lover. Your idea is. I just need a few minutes to think. Okay, I thought, you're part in. This is gonna be funny. Thank you for the review.

Nerwen Calaelen: Thank you, very much, and I look forward to writing it.

GelliBean: You need wackiness, it's unhealthy to be serious all the time. Thank you for complimenting my work *Bows*

Merenwen : *Bows to applause* Thank you, thank you very much.

Danish Person : Hejsa, jeg har sendt dig en mail.

ZJ : Hello girly!! Glad you liked it. And not to brag. I got more points in the math test then you did, nah-nah-na-na-nah!! *To other people* Highest, with no errors, was 75. I got 65, she only got 64. Little difference, but still. I'm BETTER!!!

Lady Idril (again): *Evil crackle* I'm a creative genius. I'm so happy, you're the "take you're time" person. *Thumbs up*

CleopatraVII : Thanks.

Lela : *Smile* Me like you. I send you that mail, and you probably got it by now.

Ara : Coming, I have terms tests, it's my life before my fanfiction. NOTE THIS PEOPLE!!!!!

michelleforworld-domination : I so adore you Nef/Haldir people. Thank you!!

That was all reviews of chapter 10. I'm never doing it again.
Ps. (Written Sunday. I wrote it at 4 o'clock in the night, after a trip to XL Dance (Danish report: I'm 15, and I can get into discos where you have to be 21. Pays off having a friend who sleeps with the doorman and the DJ. She's kinda slutty.) I wasn't exactly drunk, just extremely. up and runnin'. Filled with coffee and chocolate.
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(Faramir's POV. Really. I'm bored with writing all the thoughts.)

Faramir blinked his eyes open, and held his breath. He was seemingly alive, and with an extremely bad taste in his mouth. Shit. He shifted, and found that there was another body in his bed. A body, which groaned and snuggled up at him. Faramir blinked and sat up. Nefhuinëiel's open eyes looked blankly at him. Faramir waved a finger in front of them, but she didn't react. Oh, yes, Elves sleep with open eyes, he mused and sat up. Nef's eyes slipped from clouded to focused, and turned to look at him.

"Boromir is disappointed," she whispered slowly after a second, and sat up on the pillow.

Faramir blinked a few times, and broke down crying on the Elf's welcoming shoulder.

Nef closed her eyes and tried to block out the thoughts of pain going though Faramir's head. It didn't work, and she herself made a promise.
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"Haldir, did you think about." Figwit paused, and sighed, "Liking Nef?"

Haldir looked up from the floor. He'd been listening to Blink 182 and counting smokes for several hours, non-stop. Figwit was actually worried. "I might've," the blond replied, and gulped.

Figwit scratched his neck, "Well, we'll see if she feels the same, then."

Haldir looked dangerously sober, "I guess." He trailed off, "What do you think?"

The dark Elf groaned, and plopped down beside Haldir, "You're asking the one who wanted to shag her recently, you do know that??"

"In your dreams," Haldir smiled briefly, "She's been rejecting you since you met her," he smirked, "She used to call you Dimwit."

"Really?" Figwit said with a small smile.

Haldir nodded, "And, not like you, she liked me from the beginning."

Figwit shook his head, the smile still on his face, "Well, you grow on people." Short pause. "So, when did she stop calling me Dimwit??"

Haldir smirked, "Still does."

Figwit threw a pack of smokes at his roommate, and got up. Packing for the class trip would be good. Now, what do you bring on a trip the Emyn Muil??
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Sam looked up from his poetry and looked questionably at Pearl, "Are you all right??"

Pearl shrugged, "I don't feel very good."

"Maybe you're getting sick," Sam suggested, and looked somewhat worried.

Pearl nodded, "Maybe. Did you hear??"

Sam replied, although he had turned back to his homework, "Hear what?"

"Dain- and Morie house are going to Emyn Muil," Pearl said with a smile, "Glad I'm not them."

Sam nodded, "Me too."

"So, how are things with you and Frodo?" Innocent question, really.

Sam blushed, "Fine."

Pearl smirked proudly, "So, things are going good, nice to know."

Sam sent her a half-hearted-dirty look. The lass sighed, "All you need is love," she sang sweetly, and picked up the nearest book, "When did WW2 end??"

"Look it up."

Pearl rolled her eyes, "Prude."

Sam smiled, and went back to Poetry stuff. And thinking about Frodo. It might turn out to be a very sweet poem.
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"You know, fleeing from Nef was kinda rude."

Legolas pouted softly, and slipped off his chair. Aragorn cocked an eyebrow, and stared intensely at the elf, "Oh, really??"

Legolas nodded, the pout still on his face, making him look extremely adorable. He practically slid to Aragorn's chair and leaned towards him, "What were you thinking about?"

Aragorn groaned as Legolas gracefully placed himself on Aragorn's lap, and moved slowly back and forward. "Firstly you."

Legolas smiled, and nibbled the human's earlobe, "Then?"

Aragorn took a short gasp-like breath, "You naked."

The blond Elf pulled back briefly, and smiled, "Something like this?" he asked innocently, and pulled off his white shirt. Aragorn smiled cheekily and nodded, before pulling the Elf into a deep kiss. He had to stop this, the rooms weren't exactly soundproof. Oh what the hell, just this once.
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Elrond stared in horror at the paper on his desk. He could feel a small nagging pain in his left temple, "This is unbelievable," he murmured.

Celeborn leaned over the desk, "What is it?? I didn't open it."

Elrond looked at him with a dazed impression, "The school in Lothlórien is burned to the ground." He swallowed the giant lump in his throat, "They are sending their students."

Celeborn grabbed the paper, and scanned it, "But, that's more than."

"Exactly 34 Rivendell and Lórien Elves, including," Elrond threw two cases on the desk, "The two responsible for the fire, if you believe the rumours."

Celeborn picked up the files, "Rumil and Orophin. Aren't they.?"

"Brothers of Haldir, yes, but they weren't considered as bad as him. Apparently they were." Elrond lowered his head, until it rested on his desk. Celeborn but the files down, "We have to open the old eastern wing, we don't have room for that many elves."

Elrond nodded, "Do it, and remember, they're most likely leaving in a month or two."

Celeborn padded the principal on the back and walked out. Elrond sobbed dryly.

There was a careful knock, "Excuse me?"

Elrond looked up with a frown, "Miss Anìron I believe."

The girl nodded, "I have a problem, and I need to talk to you."

Elrond wasn't sure he liked the sound of it.
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Mîm greeted Rosie with a short nod, and picked up her lunch, "I'm starving."

Rosie regarded her in silence, before, "Sauron was in here."

Mîm choked on her ham, "What!?!"

"He was looking for booze, but he didn't find your hiding place," Rosie calmed her, and continued in a lighter tone, "They're saying the elves are planning a secret party. Only big people."

"Oh, really," Mîm felt like crackling, "That could get fun."

Rosie sighed, and turned her chair to face her dwarfen roommate, "You would get bitch-slapped up and down main-street and around the next ten blocks."

"Well, maybe I like it," the dwarf suggested, and swallowed a mouthful. "Elvin drinking parties should be much fun."

The hobbit rolled her eyes, "You have fun."

"Oh, I will," Mîm mused, and smiled evilly, "I will."
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Gaelwyn bumped clumsily into the wall, "Look where you're going," she muttered in an annoyed tone, and looked up. Okay, not looking up when you are rounding a corner is stupid, but hey, her life sucked.

A human stared dump-struck at her, "Sorry."

'Okay, again, way to make friend' Gaelwyn thought, and got up, "Not a problem."

The boy looked her over for several seconds, most likely trying to remember her, "You're new." Good conclusion.

Gaelwyn nodded, "Yes, I am. Gaelwyn, and you are??"

Pause. "Faramir."

Gaelwyn tasted the name a few times, "That's a nice name, Faramir. Could you tell me where room 42 is??"

Faramir pointed down the hall, "Just down there."

"Thank you," Gaelwyn looked after the boy, as he went down the hall. She sighed, and continued her walk. Well her first cute encounter, that wasn't so bad.

And before she new it, "Why hello there." Gaelwyn turned and frowned. Blond Elf, leaning casually against the opposite wall, "I'm Glorfindel."

Gaelwyn knew the tone, "Really?? What makes you think I give a damn??"

Glorfindel sighed, "Well, it was worth a try.??"

"Gaelwyn". Short, to the point, easy, but don't make him run tell everyone you're a bitch. Come on girl, play it cool. Gaelwyn took a deep breath, and smiled thinly.

"So, want me to introduce you to the crowd??" Glorfindel looked smugly, and Gaelwyn realised he had the upper hand. He knew this game, offer to get her into the society. Good Elf.

"Does the crowd involve the snobs?"

"Nope," Glorfindel grinned, and went to open her door, "Throw your bags, and we'll go say hi."

Gaelwyn did as told, and strolled after Glorfindel, "You're lucky; all the important people are gathered for the meeting."

"What meeting?" Gaelwyn battered her eyelashes.

"Party," Glorfindel replied, "Illegal party planning."

Gaelwyn smiled brightly, if there was anything she was good at, it would be planning secret parties. Something you learned when your father was Gil- Galad.
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Nef opened the door in a determent manner, and scanned the room for a seat. Legolas and Aragorn were snuggling in Haldir's chair, so that left the nearest bed. Haldir and Figwit jumped out of her reach, "Don't strain yourself guys, I'm mind-reading free."

Nef sat by the headboard, next to Éomer, who sent her a funny look, "Mind reading??"

"Over, no need to explain," the Elf shrugged it off, and smiled around Glorfindel's dorm room. She stopped, "New girl!" she exclaimed cheerfully, and waved, "I'm Nefhuinëiel, but everybody calls me Nef."

"Gaelwyn," the female answered and smiled. Nef new the 'afraid to fit in'- feeling. She had it, and Legolas introducing her to the others had helped. Of course, Nef was fairly good at hiding specific emotions, uncertainty one of the better. Nef smiled brightly again.

Éomer eyed her suspiciously, "You seem more cheerful then usual. What are you on??"

Haldir raised his hand, "And can I have some??"

Nef giggled a very Haldir-ish giggle, "It's the potion Elrond gave me to take away the telepathy. It makes you bouncy."

"We can tell," Figwit grinned, and tapped the side of his nose knowingly.

"Okay, would people and Elves please shut their holes?!?" Elladan had got up, and hushed the group. Elrohir was beaming by his side, "We all know why we're here, don't we??"

"Party-time!!" Legolas cheered from Aragorn's lap.

The rest laughed controlled, and Elladan took the word again, "After the trip to Emyn Muil, we will all go back to our rooms." He waited 'till everybody had nodded in agreement. "The party is held in the basement of the eastern wing."

"It's being opened," Nef piped in, "I peeked at Elronds files."

"We're aware of that, but it's still sealed up. The opening isn't before Monday," Elrohir added, and puffed out his chest proudly.

Elladan continued in a professional manner, "Now how to get out of your rooms without being caught, we demonstrate." He nodded at Elrohir who began explaining, in a voice very similar to that of a stewardess.

"Each room must have at least three fire-exits. That means that all rooms contain," He removed one of Haldir's beanbag-chairs, "A fire-tunnel."

Cartoon-like gasps and ooh's. Elrohir nodded, "Just open," he opened, "And crawl east. The tunnels all leads to there, since that's where the fire- escape-route is."

All Elves nodded, and tried to remember how to find east. "Party starts at midnight; bring your own booze, and smoking allowed, if you do it out the window. Meeting over," Elladan said shortly, and bowed. There was a collective applause, especially from the half-drugged Nef.

While the room emptied, she started to come fairly around, "Haldir, we should talk."

Haldir, who was currently trying to escape, stopped dead in his tracks, "Over a smoke??"

"Fine," Nef rolled her eyes mockingly, and crawled out the window. Haldir followed, and on the bed Figwit paused. He then sneaked after the pair.
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"Do you love her, or are you at least in love with her??"

Pippin stared at his roommate in disbelieve, "Come again?"

Merry folded his arms over his chest, "You heard me Peregrin Took."

The younger hobbit lad looked fairly suspicious, "Now, why are you asking that?"

Merry shrugged, "No reason, do you or are you??"

"Sam asked you to, didn't he??" Pip shook his head, "That guy acts like her father."

The Brandybuck sighed, "Sam didn't tell me to do anything. I like Pearl, so I just wanna know if you're shagging her for the fun of it??"

Pippin stared wide-eyed at his cousin, "Meriadoc Brandybuck, do you kiss your mother with that mouth??" he joked with an amused expression. When Merry didn't respond, he sank into his chair with a pout. "I'm in love with her, are you happy now??"

Merry nodded, "Yes, I'm quite pleased."

"Good."
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Haldir glanced nervously at the blond female. The moon light made her hair shine more then usually, and she looked incredibly pale. She took a drag of her smoke, inhaled and breathed out. Haldir followed her movements, biting his lower lip. If she would just get to the point, instead of just sitting there. Slap him, and shout he was a pervert, or slowly do a 'you're my friend and only my friend'- speech. Anything but just let him hanging.

"Is it true??"

Nef's face was unreadable, looked kinda like marble. Haldir gulped, and inhaled deeply when Nef offered him the smoke. "Yes," he said clearly.

Nef closed her eyes and exhaled out her nose, making a sighing sound, "Okay."

Haldir frowned and moved in front of her, "Okay??"

Her face changed to sad, "I don't know what else to say."

"Just say yes or no," Haldir shrieked in a desperate tone.

Nef sighed, "But I'm not sure what I feel. You're my friend and."

"Nothing more," Haldir ended with a sullen sneer.

"I didn't say that," Nef mumbled, and made clear eye-contact. Haldir nodded for her to continue. "I love you, as a friend, and I don't know I could love as a." Nef broke off.

"Boyfriend??" Haldir suggested.

Nef nodded, "Maybe the feeling in the pit of my stomach, maybe it's love, romantic love. But you would have to change a little."

Haldir's face lit up ever so slightly, "What??"

"Maybe not smoke so much weed," Nef shrugged innocently, "Maybe we could then try to."

"I just quit," Haldir announced, and smiled briefly. "Can I, eh."

Nef tilted her head, "Kiss me??"

Haldir grinned like an idiot, and leaned forward until his nose bumped into Nef's, "So much for that brilliant plan," Nef smirked, and tilted her head. Their lips brushed together softly, and Haldir immediately deepened the kiss.

Figwit smiled melancholically in the bushes, and sneaked off. Two more happy people to envy. Well, maybe he could have his way with some Lórien Elf when that time came, for know, feeling happy for the newest couple, was his general plan.
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A/N: And that's the sappy ending folks. More to come, but right now, I have to worry about Oral German exam. And Danish. And Math, and English. I have to worry, study, and watch Buffy tomorrow. And Angel. I'm a very busy person. Review, I eat reviews for lunch these days.