The Private Rehabilitation Center of Minas Tirith
By Aiwendil Greenleaf
Disclaimer: *Sigh* Here we go again. All the Tolkien characters, and the places belongs to Tolkien. Well, Tolkien's heir's. Now, the OC's belongs to either me, or the people who asked me to put them in. Arwench was named by BreeGirls. That's about it.
Beta: Lily!! She's fast as Superman.
~*~*~*A/N: I'm just so busy. Really, so this is like, written five minutes at a time. *~*~*~
Dear Reviewers.
THANK YOU ALL!!! I'm too tired to do you all. But, please, you make a difference, I love you all. Hey, no one wants to do artwork. except Dee Sarrachi. Bah!!
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Nef opened one eye. She groaned and determinedly closed it again. The birds were chirping. Stupid birds, there should be a law about birds singing so early.
"Get up, Princess. You missed breakfast, and classes are starting."
Nef rolled onto her stomach, hiding her face in her pillow, "Shut up, Faramir." How the hell did that kid do it? No hangover, and cheerful. Something was wrong. Her head snapped up, "You got laid," she screeched with a bright smile. Faramir stuttered some rubbish and blushed, before fleeing the room.
Nef giggled to herself, and got up. She looked around the room, spotting her jeans in the far corner. She shook them violently, a few Aspirin falling out on the floor. She picked a bottle of coke from the desk and swallowed them. Searching though her bed and dresser she found some (reasonably) clean clothes. She sighed, it was all black, the rest was washing. "I'm going as The Queen of Orcs (Hi Fiora!!)", she muttered and walked out the door.
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Mîm carefully touched her black eye, and hissed in pain. Now, that one had hurt. She was so gonna take revenge, when she got. taller.
Rosie was sending her a I-Told-You-So glance and muttering to herself.
"Well, at least I don't have to go to the nurse," Mîm proclaimed proudly, "Gimli is getting five stitches, and his ankle might be broken," she added, sounding more proud then sad.
Rosie rolled her eyes. "Maybe it's because he's a male." Mîm mused on.
"You can't tell the difference," Rosie muttered, and went out the door.
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"Boromir, would you please stop it??" Melianwen was sending her friend, or whatever you should call him, a stern glare.
Boromir grinned, and tickled her side again. Melianwen squealed in protest and jumped out of the bed. Boromir looked satisfied at his bedfellow, and waved charmingly. Melianwen rolled her eyes, and got her clothes, "Let's go, classes." Boromir pouted softly and stretched out in the bed. Melianwen shook her head "no" and got dressed within seconds. "I'm going back to my dorm now," she sang teasingly.
Boromir smiled, and got up. Turned out he was actually wearing boxers again. "Ten minutes, see 'ya." He kissed her lightly goodbye, and Mel rushed out the door.
Melianwen registered the number 13 on the door, and walked in. She scanned the small dorm, spotting both Legs and Aragorn in Aragorn's bed. "MORNING!!" she shouted, and giggled as both males jumped up in shock.
"So," Legolas murmured, and rubbed his eyes. "Where have you been?"
Melianwen paused, and blushed. Aragorn blinked a few times and his eyes starting to twinkle, "I'm guessing with Boromir." Legolas grinned, and 'meowed' before making cat claws. Melianwen smirked sarcastically.
Legolas sighed, and jumped up from the bed, singing softly, "Mel and Boromir sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S."
Melianwen cut him off by kicking his leg sharply.
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"Hi Pearl!!"
Pearl jumped in surprise, and automatically clutched her stomach. She turned, and found Brook smiling broadly, "Where's Pippin??"
"Wouldn't you like to know," Merry said, an evil sound to his voice. Pearl had been thinking that, but she wasn't joking, like it turned out Merry was. Pippin came right after his roomie, and smiled broadly. God, Pearl wished Professor Celeborn would come and start the goddamn class.
"Hey, Pearl??" sounded the familiar voice.
Pearl smiled slightly, a welcoming distraction, "Hi Mîm, nice eye."
Mîm nodded, "Yeah. See you have problems too?" She pointed in the general directing of Brook, Merry and Pip.
"They're nothing more then friends," Pearl answered quietly.
"Still bothers you, that Brook might be closer to Peregrin then you," Mîm mused. Pearl looked briefly sad, the questioning at Mîm. "Word goes around, if you're wondering how I know all this."
Pearl nodded, "Why does she have to be so." Brook made a flick with her hair, and laughed loudly at something Pip had said.
"Bitchy??" Mîm suggested.
"Perfect, in a way."
Mîm groaned, "What ever. Just so you know? I'm prepared to hate this woman any way you want," she stated firmly.
Pearl frowned and shook her head, "Thanks, but no. I don't wanna seem all petty."
Mîm leaned in and whispered enthusiastically, "Well, that's the beauty! You can't, but I can. Please. Let me carry the hate for the both of us."
"She helped me," Pearl said, a (big) hint of sadness in her eyes, "I owe her."
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"If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?" Nef stared at Galadriel with an empty look in her eyes.
"Turns out reading minds was handy," Legolas whispered, and grinned.
"OK, so talk to me, people. How does what Shylock says here, about being a Jew, relate to our
discussion about the anger of the outcast at society?" Galadriel looked chipper, way to chipper for any of the students liking, except: "Yes, Miss Evenstar, what is Shylock saying??"
"How about, 'color me totally self-involved'," Arwen said loudly, sounding as snobbish as ever.
Galadriel paused, "Care to elaborate?"
Nef rolled her eyes, and Haldir aimed a ball of paper at Arwench's head, but missed. "With Shylock it's whine, whine, whine, like the whole world is about him! He acts like it's justice, him getting a pound of
Antonio's flesh. It's not justice, it's yicky."
"I haven't studied, and I find her wrong," Aragorn muttered, trying to find his way through his paper-stack.
"But has Shylock suffered? What's his place in Venice Society?" Galadriel continued.
Figwit quickly raised his hand, (much to everybody's surprise) "Well, everyone looks down on him - "
"That's such a twinkie defence!" Arwen interrupted. "Shylock should get over himself. People who think their problems are so huge craze me. Like the time I sort of ran over this girl on her bike, and it was the most traumatising even of my *life*, and she's trying to make it all about *her* leg! Like my pain meant *nothing*!...
Galadriel looked somewhat troubled. "Well, Miss Evenstar raised an interesting point here -- " Legolas pretended to gag. Nef was just about the try and leap at Arwen, when the bell saved her (Arwen). "Which we will pursue next time," Galadriel ended. "Now, when the students comes this afternoon, would you please be a little disciplined?
"Does that mean I can't kill Arwench??" Aragorn asked, and sulked childishly.
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"What is that??" Gaelwyn murmured and squinted at the screen. It looked really disgusting!!
She turned to look at Nef, as another slide popped up. Nef shook her head, "Don't know."
Gaelwyn shrugged, and started drawing little hearts on her paper. She wrote a pretty 'F' in each of them, "Your grades, or your sweetheart?" Nef asked innocently.
"Don't play saint-girl with me. You know what's going on. I saw Faramir blushing when you smirked meaningfully at him." Gaelwyn frowned, and tried putting her hair-band tighter.
"I'll do it," Nef smiled, and pulled the white clothing off. Gaelwyn noted her consent. Nef reassuringly padded her head, then pulled the band over Gaelwyn's hair, hippie-style. With a wolfish grin, she picked up a pen and drew a peace-sign.
"Wow, father's gonna love this," Gaelwyn giggled. The first Latin lesson, she wasn't looking forward to it.
"Their ancestors were here long before we were - their progeny will be here long after we're gone. The simple and ubiquitous ant. If you did the homework, you'll know the two ways that ants communicate . .
Ms. Tathariel?" Gaelwyn stared at Professor Brown, who had appeared by their desk. A-what??
"Ways that ants communicate," Gaelwyn confirmed, completely lost. Nef sucked in a deep breath, this was not good.
"Yes." confirmed Radagast.
Her green eyes in scanned the room in desperation, before falling on. Faramir was right behind the Professor, waving his arm madly. He started rubbing Boromir's back (he was sitting next to him).
".Touch." Gaelwyn answered slowly "And." Faramir grabbed a piece of Boromir's clothes and sniffed it. ".B.O.?"
"Touch and smell, Ms. Tathariel," Professor Radagast corrected and ended, without turning, "Is there anything else Denethor's son would like to tell you?"
Faramir hung his head.
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"Idril, what are you doing here??" Glorfindel asked sarcastically.
'Idril, who conveniently enough, missed the first three lessons, just blew a bubble with her black gum (probably liquorice). "Well, I'm gonna have Geometry, you??"
Glorfindel sighed, as Idril walked on, "She's worse than.You," he pointed accusingly at Haldir, who smiled mistakenly.
Nef briefly wondered how long the effect of Pot had any effect, but pushed the thought aside, "Glory, you sister seems pretty. disobedient."
"So are the most of us," the blond muttered, "She wasn't like this when I was send away."
"Boy, did she grow into stupidity," Aragorn remarked, "Sauron's gonna send her to detention forever."
As Sauron arrived, the rest nodded in confirmation.
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"What are we doing again??" Pearl looked lost. "Like, the fact that a tree is talking to us, isn't enough, I have no idea what it's talking about."
"Active listening," Merry answered from the table behind, "Professor Treebeard's new thing."
"Where you really put on your 'big ears' and really listen to the other person??" Pip continued, hoping to get some reaction from his girlfriend. But Pearl still looked blank.
"Isaacson's research lead him to conclude that one of our
most fundamental needs, after food and shelter, is to be heard..." Treebeard said. "Ms. Brook Boffin, would you read us the first two paragraphs on page seventy-eight?."
Brook groaned and glared at Professor Treebeard, who ignored her glaring, and continued his lesson, "...Where Isaacson describes the rapid movement active listening brought to some special needs clients -"
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Mîm stared out the window, a distant look in her eyes, "Bus is coming.pulling up."
Gimli Balin and Rosie joined her peeking, "God, we're going to drown in elves," Baling muttered, and flinched at the thought.
"It's not as bad as parents-teacher night," Rosie remarked.
Mîm swallowed a lump, "And that is, when??"
"Next month," Gimli supplied helpfully.
"Great," Mîm said, her voice thin and shaking already. The student's worst nightmare.
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"Here they come," Legolas confirmed, as the big yellow bus drove into the school yard.
"What's the strategy?" Nef asked.
Aragorn tilted his head, "Well, since we're the only one here," he nodded at Nef and the gang (Gaelwyn, Elladan, Elrohir, Glorfindel, Aragorn, Haldir and Figwit), "I say we look cool, and in charge."
Haldir sent the human a look, "Good luck with that."
The bus door opened, and a horde of blond elves got off. Really many of them, all wearing a school-uniforms. ("Oh, my God" Figwit gasped)
They all headed for the front door, where Sauron and Elrond greeted them. Sauron looking smug, Elrond looking ready to kill himself. All, besides.
"Hello brother!!"
The group twirled, the find two identical blond twins grinning behind their back.
Haldir's face lit up in a huge smile, "Orophin, Rúmil!!" The three jumped into a giant group-hud, laughing and cheering.
"You think it's his brothers??" Gaelwyn asked Figwit, sarcastically.
Figwit nodded in confirmation, "I'm starting to think so."
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A/N: Okay, it's not as long as usual, but hey, I'm the main-character in the movie we're making at school. And I'm writing the script. And I got a headache. So there.
By Aiwendil Greenleaf
Disclaimer: *Sigh* Here we go again. All the Tolkien characters, and the places belongs to Tolkien. Well, Tolkien's heir's. Now, the OC's belongs to either me, or the people who asked me to put them in. Arwench was named by BreeGirls. That's about it.
Beta: Lily!! She's fast as Superman.
~*~*~*A/N: I'm just so busy. Really, so this is like, written five minutes at a time. *~*~*~
Dear Reviewers.
THANK YOU ALL!!! I'm too tired to do you all. But, please, you make a difference, I love you all. Hey, no one wants to do artwork. except Dee Sarrachi. Bah!!
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Nef opened one eye. She groaned and determinedly closed it again. The birds were chirping. Stupid birds, there should be a law about birds singing so early.
"Get up, Princess. You missed breakfast, and classes are starting."
Nef rolled onto her stomach, hiding her face in her pillow, "Shut up, Faramir." How the hell did that kid do it? No hangover, and cheerful. Something was wrong. Her head snapped up, "You got laid," she screeched with a bright smile. Faramir stuttered some rubbish and blushed, before fleeing the room.
Nef giggled to herself, and got up. She looked around the room, spotting her jeans in the far corner. She shook them violently, a few Aspirin falling out on the floor. She picked a bottle of coke from the desk and swallowed them. Searching though her bed and dresser she found some (reasonably) clean clothes. She sighed, it was all black, the rest was washing. "I'm going as The Queen of Orcs (Hi Fiora!!)", she muttered and walked out the door.
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Mîm carefully touched her black eye, and hissed in pain. Now, that one had hurt. She was so gonna take revenge, when she got. taller.
Rosie was sending her a I-Told-You-So glance and muttering to herself.
"Well, at least I don't have to go to the nurse," Mîm proclaimed proudly, "Gimli is getting five stitches, and his ankle might be broken," she added, sounding more proud then sad.
Rosie rolled her eyes. "Maybe it's because he's a male." Mîm mused on.
"You can't tell the difference," Rosie muttered, and went out the door.
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"Boromir, would you please stop it??" Melianwen was sending her friend, or whatever you should call him, a stern glare.
Boromir grinned, and tickled her side again. Melianwen squealed in protest and jumped out of the bed. Boromir looked satisfied at his bedfellow, and waved charmingly. Melianwen rolled her eyes, and got her clothes, "Let's go, classes." Boromir pouted softly and stretched out in the bed. Melianwen shook her head "no" and got dressed within seconds. "I'm going back to my dorm now," she sang teasingly.
Boromir smiled, and got up. Turned out he was actually wearing boxers again. "Ten minutes, see 'ya." He kissed her lightly goodbye, and Mel rushed out the door.
Melianwen registered the number 13 on the door, and walked in. She scanned the small dorm, spotting both Legs and Aragorn in Aragorn's bed. "MORNING!!" she shouted, and giggled as both males jumped up in shock.
"So," Legolas murmured, and rubbed his eyes. "Where have you been?"
Melianwen paused, and blushed. Aragorn blinked a few times and his eyes starting to twinkle, "I'm guessing with Boromir." Legolas grinned, and 'meowed' before making cat claws. Melianwen smirked sarcastically.
Legolas sighed, and jumped up from the bed, singing softly, "Mel and Boromir sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S."
Melianwen cut him off by kicking his leg sharply.
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"Hi Pearl!!"
Pearl jumped in surprise, and automatically clutched her stomach. She turned, and found Brook smiling broadly, "Where's Pippin??"
"Wouldn't you like to know," Merry said, an evil sound to his voice. Pearl had been thinking that, but she wasn't joking, like it turned out Merry was. Pippin came right after his roomie, and smiled broadly. God, Pearl wished Professor Celeborn would come and start the goddamn class.
"Hey, Pearl??" sounded the familiar voice.
Pearl smiled slightly, a welcoming distraction, "Hi Mîm, nice eye."
Mîm nodded, "Yeah. See you have problems too?" She pointed in the general directing of Brook, Merry and Pip.
"They're nothing more then friends," Pearl answered quietly.
"Still bothers you, that Brook might be closer to Peregrin then you," Mîm mused. Pearl looked briefly sad, the questioning at Mîm. "Word goes around, if you're wondering how I know all this."
Pearl nodded, "Why does she have to be so." Brook made a flick with her hair, and laughed loudly at something Pip had said.
"Bitchy??" Mîm suggested.
"Perfect, in a way."
Mîm groaned, "What ever. Just so you know? I'm prepared to hate this woman any way you want," she stated firmly.
Pearl frowned and shook her head, "Thanks, but no. I don't wanna seem all petty."
Mîm leaned in and whispered enthusiastically, "Well, that's the beauty! You can't, but I can. Please. Let me carry the hate for the both of us."
"She helped me," Pearl said, a (big) hint of sadness in her eyes, "I owe her."
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"If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?" Nef stared at Galadriel with an empty look in her eyes.
"Turns out reading minds was handy," Legolas whispered, and grinned.
"OK, so talk to me, people. How does what Shylock says here, about being a Jew, relate to our
discussion about the anger of the outcast at society?" Galadriel looked chipper, way to chipper for any of the students liking, except: "Yes, Miss Evenstar, what is Shylock saying??"
"How about, 'color me totally self-involved'," Arwen said loudly, sounding as snobbish as ever.
Galadriel paused, "Care to elaborate?"
Nef rolled her eyes, and Haldir aimed a ball of paper at Arwench's head, but missed. "With Shylock it's whine, whine, whine, like the whole world is about him! He acts like it's justice, him getting a pound of
Antonio's flesh. It's not justice, it's yicky."
"I haven't studied, and I find her wrong," Aragorn muttered, trying to find his way through his paper-stack.
"But has Shylock suffered? What's his place in Venice Society?" Galadriel continued.
Figwit quickly raised his hand, (much to everybody's surprise) "Well, everyone looks down on him - "
"That's such a twinkie defence!" Arwen interrupted. "Shylock should get over himself. People who think their problems are so huge craze me. Like the time I sort of ran over this girl on her bike, and it was the most traumatising even of my *life*, and she's trying to make it all about *her* leg! Like my pain meant *nothing*!...
Galadriel looked somewhat troubled. "Well, Miss Evenstar raised an interesting point here -- " Legolas pretended to gag. Nef was just about the try and leap at Arwen, when the bell saved her (Arwen). "Which we will pursue next time," Galadriel ended. "Now, when the students comes this afternoon, would you please be a little disciplined?
"Does that mean I can't kill Arwench??" Aragorn asked, and sulked childishly.
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"What is that??" Gaelwyn murmured and squinted at the screen. It looked really disgusting!!
She turned to look at Nef, as another slide popped up. Nef shook her head, "Don't know."
Gaelwyn shrugged, and started drawing little hearts on her paper. She wrote a pretty 'F' in each of them, "Your grades, or your sweetheart?" Nef asked innocently.
"Don't play saint-girl with me. You know what's going on. I saw Faramir blushing when you smirked meaningfully at him." Gaelwyn frowned, and tried putting her hair-band tighter.
"I'll do it," Nef smiled, and pulled the white clothing off. Gaelwyn noted her consent. Nef reassuringly padded her head, then pulled the band over Gaelwyn's hair, hippie-style. With a wolfish grin, she picked up a pen and drew a peace-sign.
"Wow, father's gonna love this," Gaelwyn giggled. The first Latin lesson, she wasn't looking forward to it.
"Their ancestors were here long before we were - their progeny will be here long after we're gone. The simple and ubiquitous ant. If you did the homework, you'll know the two ways that ants communicate . .
Ms. Tathariel?" Gaelwyn stared at Professor Brown, who had appeared by their desk. A-what??
"Ways that ants communicate," Gaelwyn confirmed, completely lost. Nef sucked in a deep breath, this was not good.
"Yes." confirmed Radagast.
Her green eyes in scanned the room in desperation, before falling on. Faramir was right behind the Professor, waving his arm madly. He started rubbing Boromir's back (he was sitting next to him).
".Touch." Gaelwyn answered slowly "And." Faramir grabbed a piece of Boromir's clothes and sniffed it. ".B.O.?"
"Touch and smell, Ms. Tathariel," Professor Radagast corrected and ended, without turning, "Is there anything else Denethor's son would like to tell you?"
Faramir hung his head.
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"Idril, what are you doing here??" Glorfindel asked sarcastically.
'Idril, who conveniently enough, missed the first three lessons, just blew a bubble with her black gum (probably liquorice). "Well, I'm gonna have Geometry, you??"
Glorfindel sighed, as Idril walked on, "She's worse than.You," he pointed accusingly at Haldir, who smiled mistakenly.
Nef briefly wondered how long the effect of Pot had any effect, but pushed the thought aside, "Glory, you sister seems pretty. disobedient."
"So are the most of us," the blond muttered, "She wasn't like this when I was send away."
"Boy, did she grow into stupidity," Aragorn remarked, "Sauron's gonna send her to detention forever."
As Sauron arrived, the rest nodded in confirmation.
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"What are we doing again??" Pearl looked lost. "Like, the fact that a tree is talking to us, isn't enough, I have no idea what it's talking about."
"Active listening," Merry answered from the table behind, "Professor Treebeard's new thing."
"Where you really put on your 'big ears' and really listen to the other person??" Pip continued, hoping to get some reaction from his girlfriend. But Pearl still looked blank.
"Isaacson's research lead him to conclude that one of our
most fundamental needs, after food and shelter, is to be heard..." Treebeard said. "Ms. Brook Boffin, would you read us the first two paragraphs on page seventy-eight?."
Brook groaned and glared at Professor Treebeard, who ignored her glaring, and continued his lesson, "...Where Isaacson describes the rapid movement active listening brought to some special needs clients -"
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Mîm stared out the window, a distant look in her eyes, "Bus is coming.pulling up."
Gimli Balin and Rosie joined her peeking, "God, we're going to drown in elves," Baling muttered, and flinched at the thought.
"It's not as bad as parents-teacher night," Rosie remarked.
Mîm swallowed a lump, "And that is, when??"
"Next month," Gimli supplied helpfully.
"Great," Mîm said, her voice thin and shaking already. The student's worst nightmare.
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"Here they come," Legolas confirmed, as the big yellow bus drove into the school yard.
"What's the strategy?" Nef asked.
Aragorn tilted his head, "Well, since we're the only one here," he nodded at Nef and the gang (Gaelwyn, Elladan, Elrohir, Glorfindel, Aragorn, Haldir and Figwit), "I say we look cool, and in charge."
Haldir sent the human a look, "Good luck with that."
The bus door opened, and a horde of blond elves got off. Really many of them, all wearing a school-uniforms. ("Oh, my God" Figwit gasped)
They all headed for the front door, where Sauron and Elrond greeted them. Sauron looking smug, Elrond looking ready to kill himself. All, besides.
"Hello brother!!"
The group twirled, the find two identical blond twins grinning behind their back.
Haldir's face lit up in a huge smile, "Orophin, Rúmil!!" The three jumped into a giant group-hud, laughing and cheering.
"You think it's his brothers??" Gaelwyn asked Figwit, sarcastically.
Figwit nodded in confirmation, "I'm starting to think so."
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A/N: Okay, it's not as long as usual, but hey, I'm the main-character in the movie we're making at school. And I'm writing the script. And I got a headache. So there.
