The Private Rehabilitation Center of Minas Tirith
By Aiwendil Greenleaf
Disclaimer: Ya da, ya da, ya da. You know the drill. LoTR characters, places and events belongs to Tolkien's heirs and New Line. OC character belong to those who created them. I'm one of those ^.^
A/N: Sorry it's so late, but I've had a huge writer block. I just couldn't come up with anything at all. When I did, my mom had to use the dear computer. Then I got sick. But here it is, at last.
***
"This smells like conspiracy," Nef remarked, looking over the cast list and Haldir nodded sharply.
Romeo: Faramir son of Denethor
Juliet: Gaelwyn Tathariel
Paris: Éomer son of Éomund
"But I like this part," Haldir grinned, pointing at the list.
Nef sent him a sappy smile, "We're practically married now."
"I'm Montague," Boromir said, somewhat proudly.
Melianwen was smiling sweety at him, "And I'm Lady Montague."
Gaelwyn swallowed a few time, trying to make the lump in her throat go away. Elrond, who was looking painfully smug, met her eyes for a second. He smiled wickedly.
Éowyn was gritting her teeth, and Arwen was sulking.
Faramir on the other hand remained calm and collected. In the biting bottom lip 'till it nearly bleeds kind of way.
Aragorn seemed like he was satisfied, Legolas was smirking, while Figwit sulked violently. "Friar... Who is he kidding??" Rúmil nodded in agreement.
Elladan and Elrohir tried to hide their laughter, "Well, you have been the monk-y types lately." Figwit gave them a dirty look, as did Rúmil.
"As you can see, there's a few..." Elrond paused, "Glitches. Some of you might have a part of the opposite sex, since Shakespeare didn't write all to many women." Arwen glared at her father, but he ignored her. Fiora didn't seem the least disappointed. (Éomer muttered something in the lines of: "Fiora with a gun... Why am I scared?") "And a few people who signed up aren't here. They'll get detention."
Nef frowned in confusion. "Isildur, Mablung and Theodred had to sign up for something," Boromir explained in a low voice, trying to avoid a detention. "But they're out sniffing deodorant in the bushes."
"And you know, because...??" Nef asked with a smile.
"It's my deodorant," Boromir replied, and looked smug while Nef tried to calm her giggles.
A/N: Here we go folks, read and weep... On the other hand, don't do that.
Escalus, Prince of Verona: Aragorn
Paris, a young count, kinsman to the Prince: Éomer
Montague: Boromir
Capulet: Haldir
Romeo, son to Montague: Faramir
Mercutio, kinsman to the Prince and friend to Romeo: Mablung
Benvolio, nephew to Montague and friend to Romeo: Isildur
Tybalt, nephew to Lady Capulet: Legolas
Friar Lawrence: Figwit
Friar John: Rúmil
Balthasar, servant to Romeo : Glorfindel
Sampson, servant to Romeo: Theodred
Gregory, servant to Romeo: Idril
Peter, servant to Juliet's Nurse (eat irony): Arwen
Abram, servant to Montague: Orophin
An Officer: Fiora
Lady Montague: Melianwen
Lady Capulet: Nefhuinëiel
Juliet, daughter to Capulet: Gaelwyn
Nurse to Juliet: Éowyn
Citizens of Verona: Arwen, Celebrían, Lainauriel (and maybe some hobbits.)
The final line made several student make gagging sounds. "Detention to all of you," Elrond said dryly. But when he turned around to hand out the scripts, Gaelwyn noticed that the dear principal was smiling evilly. Celebrían gave him a suggestive look when he passed her a script.
There was a knock on the door to the left, and Professor Gandalf appeared, "Don't forget the meeting concerning Christmas."
Elrond froze. A few student exchanged looks. This seemed good.
***
Wednesday morning.
Pearl groaned and pulled her head back inside her window. Luckily she'd puked into the bushes. She'd seen someone at a party, who'd hit the wall. Not nice to clean up. The pregnant hobbit swayed for a few seconds, then picked up a half empty water bottle. She drank a few gulps before sitting down on her bed. Sam hadn't been back that night. She knew perfectly well why.
The door opened, and in came a practically glowing Samwise. "Good morning, Pea-..." His cheerful tone vanished upon seeing the pale lass, "What's wrong?"
"I didn't even have time to reach the toilet," Pearl smiled sadly. "Hopefully no one was smoking in that bush."
Sam sat down next to her, rubbing her back soothingly. "Should I get Peregrin??"
"You can go kick him," Pearl suggested sullenly. Sam laughed shortly, squeezing her shoulder. Pearl turned to look at him with innocent look, "You have a little chocolate on your neck," she remarked with a smile.
Sam stuttered nonsense several second, while he blushed scarlet. Pearl smirked, and took another sip of her water. Sam took the opportunity to change the subject, "You coming to class?"
Pearl whined loudly, and searched through the stack of books bellow her bed. "I can't find my book..." There was a pause, in which Sam raised his eyebrows, "What book am I looking for??" Pearl asked in the same whining tone.
"Math," Sam answered in a polite manner. Pearl snorted a loud objection. "You'll have to go, unless you wanna raise suspicion."
"Why are you always right??"
A shrug, "I was born that way."
***
Melianwen tilted her head to the right, then the left. Still nothing, "I can't see what it is."
The object in question was a fairly large painting of Saruman's , hanging near the entrance of the center.
The human girl leaned a little bit closer, narrowing her deep blue eyes. A pair of strong hands pulled her back, "Saruman made it," Boromir warned. "You never know what's in it."
"Wha'??"
Isildur, who still complained that his lips felt like they were shaking (deodorant side effect), nodded sharply, "Last year, an Orc jumped out from one of his creations," he insisted.
Melianwen took a step back, "Oh."
The little group was only rounding the corner on the way to their room, when Melianwen sneezed loudly.
***
"It's a setup against me," Lord Elrond decided, loudly. Mostly to make sure everybody in the teacher's lounge heard him. "They just send all the kids they can't handle." He threw himself in an armchair. Several teacher's took several steps back. The hopelessness might turn into anger, with Elrond you never knew. "It's not a rehab, it's freak show of crazy young individuals."
It was as silent as the night Saruman, mightily drunk, had revealed he liked wearing women's underwear.
"What happened??" Théoden questioned Celeborn.
"Gandalf reminded him that Christmas was coming," the blond Elf lord answered.
Elrond turned his head in their direction, "Teachers/Parents night is good enough," he said with a slight smile, "You get to tell the dear parent that their brats are totally useless." A slight crackle. But then he fell back into depressed-mode again. "That bloody dance."
All teachers nodded. Yule Ball, you might call it. On the 23th of December, there was the annual ball. The only real, permitted, party of the year.
"Sex around every corner," Galadriel sighed.
"People spiking the punch," Gandalf added.
"And the eggnog," Treebeard reminded them all.
Wormtongue did stay quiet, "Drugs."
"Obscene clothing," Saruman said, while rolling his eyes.
"Enough!!" Elrond sneered.
Saruman looked insulted, and left the room. A bit of his rainbow colored robe stuck in the door, and was pulled out seconds later.
***
"Miss Anìron!!"
Nef looked up from the doodle she was doing on Haldir's arm, to find her History teacher looming over them. "Whazzap??"
Galadriel grew paler then usual, and she gritted her teeth. "If you can tell me on which date Hitler died, you wont get detention with Professor Bombadil!!" she said in a dangerous voice. She then smacked Nef's book shut.
Nef opened and closed her mouth a few times, her eyes flashing around, desperately trying to see someone in the classroom who could tell her the answer. She could see Legolas quickly writing something down, and pretended to think about it, buying some time, "The date he died??" she asked sweetly.
Galadriel nodded sharply.
Legolas held up her piece of paper, then crumbled it into a ball and threw it out the open window. "April 30, 1945," Nef said professionally.
Galadriel looked suspicious, and as suspected she checked all the other students' desks' on her way back to the blackboard, "Correct," she sighed, obviously annoyed that Nef had tricked her.
Haldir leaned in, "You're lucky you have so many good friends."
"I know," Nef smiled and gave him a quick kiss.
***
"Mr. Wormtongue??"
Said counselor lifted his head, then appeared disappointed, "Yes, Miss Saphirelaughter??"
'Greasy git', Mîm thought, but closed the door behind her, "I want your advise, as a counselor."
Wormtongue frowned. "On what??"
Mîm took a calming breath and sat down, "If a person I knew was taking heroin, what could you do about it??"
"Nothing, really," Wormtongue answered, and sighed in a very 'you-bore-me'- way.
"What?!?"
Wormtongue leaned over his desk with a blank expression, "Ever hear of the term 'free will'??"
Mîm's face contracted in disgust, "You're the counselor in a rehab!!"
The dark haired snake-tongue (Tee Hee) rolled his eyes, "How many have you met in the institution, who actually have rehabilitated??"
A pause, in which Mîm tried to remember all the people she knew. Nope, no one had ever improved. Gimli had been there for several months. "None," she sighed in defeat.
"Who is it??" Wormtongue asked with a look of innocent curiosity.
Mîm snorted, "Keep dreaming."
"Fine." The counselor didn't seem all to concerned, "Would that be all??"
Mîm exited the office, growling insults under her breath.
***
Professor Radagast the Brown looked over the class. Mellon students, all eyeing the giant box on his desk nervously. A thin blanket was spread over it. "Today, we will be studying a real animal," he began.
Brook smiled slightly, and straightened in her seat. Pippin rolled his eyes, "She loves animals," he informed Pearl. The sandy haired hobbit lass had been feeling down all morning, but she was starting to look better by the second.
"A Mirkwood spider," Radagast announced proudly and pulled the large black spider from the box, its legs flopping wildly.
Diamond of Longcleeve, who was sitting at the front desk, screeched and feel off her chair. Other females in the classroom reacted almost the same way. Except for Brook Boffin, who was staring at the giant spider with an adoring look on her face.
***
Faramir stared blankly into the surface of Gaelwyn's door, silently debating whether to enter or not. If he thought the situation over rationally (he didn't like to do that, but sometimes it was necessary) he was just as bad as Gaelwyn. Not completely, but close. And she was very sorry. Faramir groaned and chewed on his bottom lip. Stupid rehab, if only he had some sort of sign.
Right on cue, Nef rounded the nearest corner, holding a giant bunch of red roses. She was smiling and reading the card attached, but stopped dead upon seeing Faramir. "You're gonna...??" she asked, pointing at the door with the pink card.
Faramir nodded, looking grim, "I think so." He sighed loudly, and rubbed his face with his right hand. "Nice flowers," he added.
Nef smiled so widely, you could practically see all of her teeth, "They're from Haldir."
"I guessed."
When Faramir then continued to stare blankly at Gaelwyn's door, Nef seemed to grow bored, "Look, do you want to be with her again??"
"We've only been apart for a day," Faramir reminded her.
Nef smiled, "And you already miss her." 'How cute' was left hanging in the air, but Nef's facial expression said it clear enough.
Faramir sighed again, "Yeah," he admitted.
"Then go in there." Nef urged him forward with a firm push. She paused then shoved all the red roses into his arms, "Give her these."
"They're yours, Haldir will be disappointed," Faramir insisted.
"To late," Nef chipped happily. With that she knocked on Gaelwyn's door, and sprinted in direction of Morie's dorms. She stopped around the first corner, and peeked back. Gaelwyn was taking the flowers, and letting Faramir into her room. Nef made a contained 'Yes!!', before strolling satisfied in direction of Haldir and Figwit's dorm.
***
Pearl was staring thoughtfully at her stomach, "When do you think it'll show??"
Pippin, sitting on her left, holding her hand, shrugged, "Some months probably, what do you reckon, Sam??"
Sam didn't look up from his Latin grammar, "It'll show in about four months," he replied, "I have sister's," he added as an explanation.
"What'll I do then??" Both males was clearly not prepared to answer that question. Pearl sighed sadly, "I guess I'll get kicked home. Without you," she added and glanced over at Pippin. "I'm gonna be a single mom."
Pippin gave her a reassuring look, "Trust me, I'll be kicked out before that happens."
Pearl smiled sappily, and gave him a kiss. Sam grinned, "How cute."
"Oh, go shag Frodo!"
***
Gimli twirled around as the door shut. Mîm stood in front of it, a stern look on her face. "Okay, this is it."
"This is what??" Gimli grumbled.
"My strategy," Mîm explained calmly, "I'm not letting you out before you're clean."
After a few seconds of silence, Gimli rolled his eyes, "I am clean!!"
Mîm snorted, "We'll se about that." She pulled out Balin's chair and sat down, guarding the door. "I've seen this work in 'Basketball Diaries'."
Gimli chuckled, "And case you haven't noticed, you're no Morgan Freeman."
"And you are certainly no Leonardo DiCaprio," Mîm retorted. "I'm not letting you out."
"Fine." Gimli sat calmly on the floor, and stared into thin air. His cousin roller her eyes, but then picked up a book and started reading about The Reformation.
***
"*Sneeze* You should stay *Sneeze* away from me *Sniff*," Melianwen choked out, all sounds included. She wiped her nose, and made a sad gurgling sound.
Boromir placed a hand on her forehead, "You're burning up," he informed her. "Told you not to get so close to anything Saruman made.
Melianwen gave him the finger. Somehow it's less intimidating when you're sitting in bed, covered in blankets, nose running, constantly sneezing, fever flushed and not being able to breathe.
Door opened, and Legolas entered with Aragorn in tow. Boromir nodded coldly at Aragorn, who made the same gesture. They weren't killing each other anymore, but they were certainly not friends. Legolas sent Melianwen a questioning look, "What's with you??"
"I'm sick," she female snapped.
"Saruman's new painting is having an amusing effect," Boromir supplied.
Legolas made a mental note to avoid the whole area surrounding the painting. "At least you don't dalk funny det," he joked. Melianwen coughed in his general direction.
***
Boredom and a need for non-Pippin-y company (rhythms, hihi), had driven Meriadoc Brandybuck to Brooks' room. After all, Brook was real good company. Walking in without knocking, Merry started out with a cheerful; "Hey Brook, how are you..." He stopped dead in his sentence, when seeing Brook jump up and push something under her bed, "I'll change that question to 'What' are you doing??"
"Nothing," Brook chipped, and kicked whatever that something was.
Merry eyed her nervously, "Brook..."
A lot of things happened in the following seconds. Merry edged closer to the redhead, and bent down to look under the bed. A big furry ball with eight legs jumped out from there, sending Merry scrambling backwards. After a scream (so high-pinched it had to be described as 'girly'), Merry had gotten himself on top of Brooks bed, "What is that!?!" he screeched fanatically.
Brook put on a sweet face, and picked the animal up. "His name is Bert. I named him." She struggled bravely to keep the thing from escaping, all the eight legs flapping in different directions.
"It's...it's... The Mirkwood spider!!" Merry still talked uncharacteristically loud.
"Bert, hungry," the giant spider hissed.
A look of sheer horror crossed Merrys face, "Brook, it wants to eat me!!"
Brook rolled her eyes, and patted the spider, "That box was way to small for you, wasn't it Bert??" The spider nodded it's head (or body?). Brook held onto him with a single arm, receiving some beacon from the tiny refrigerator. Merry squeaked when she let go of Bert, but he seemed to have lost interest in everything but the newly given beacon.
"Brook..." Merry hissed, somehow trying to back 'through' the wall, "It'll eat you!!"
Brook rolled her eyes again, "Not if I feed him, will you Bert??" The spider shook his head (body?), and swallowed the last piece of beacon. "See??" Brook smiled broadly.
"You take the word of a spider?!?" Merry asked, a desperate tone still in his voice.
Brook nodded, and patted Bert's head. He seemed to purr, and wrapped four legs around Brooks' right knee. Merry blinked. "Isn't he cute??" Merry shook his head no. Bert glared at him with eight angry eyes. Brook distracted him with another slice of beacon.
"You're keeping him??" The question was delivered in a very small voice.
Bert sent Brook something resembling a puppy-dog-look. Eight puppy-eyes; Brook smiled at the spider, "Of course."
There was a fairly large thud when Merry's newly-fainted form hit the floor. Bert inched closer and sniffed his hand, "Eat??"
Brook shook her head firmly, "No Bert, you can't eat Merry." She dragged her unconscious friend over to her bed, and dropped him down. "You don't eat people I like." Brook smiled slightly, and gave Merry a kiss on the forehead. "Come on Bert, let's go find you some more beacon." The spider crackled and followed her, like a dog. With eight legs...
(Hope you liked that Dee)
***
Gaelwyn sat down on her bed, clutching her newly gifted roses. "Thank you," she muttered.
Faramir remained standing, but smiled slightly, "No problem."
Gaelwyn shifted in her seat. Faramir Drew his foot around on the carpet, in no particular pattern. "You wanted to talk??" Gaelwyn whispered shakily.
Faramir looked up fro the floor, and sighed, "I don't know what I want to say."
"I'm sorry," Gaelwyn blurted out loudly.
"Me too." Faramir paused, then fell to his knee. Gaelwyn frowned. The Gondorian smiled, "He jests at scars that never felt a wound. But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun." Gaelwyn laughed cheerfully, but Faramir hushed her with a finger. "Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon (Uh, that'd be Éowyn...), Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green."
"Faramir, stop it," Gaelwyn grinned, but Faramir only shook his head and took her hand.
"I'm not finished Milady," he teased, and continued in a dramatic voice, "And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were! She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it."
Gaelwyn giggled, realizing she hadn't done that for over 24 hours, "Faramir, do you even understand what you're saying??"
"Not really, and yet every word." Faramir cleared his throat again, "I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes. To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head?" He paused and softly stroked Gaelwyns' cheek, planting a soft kiss on her brow, "Here comes my favorite part; The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek!"
Gaelwyn sighed and leaned down to his eyelevel, "Done, sweet Romeo."
Faramir smiled, "Done."
***
"Hi," Nef greeted her boyfriend, giving him a short kiss, "Thanks for the flowers."
Haldir frowned, "Where are they?"
"Oh, I gave them to Faramir."
Haldir raised an eyebrow, "Gave them to Faramir??"
"So he could give them to Gaelwyn, I think they're making up this second." Nef smiled and crawled in Haldir's lap. "I'll give you compensation??"
Haldir smiled evilly, "Well, I am very hurt you gave them away," he said in a fake voice of sadness.
***
A/N: I'm now 16. I'm now in High School. And even though, I'll try to update more, I promise. It's just that I've really been short of inspiration lately. But with all those new classes and school mates of mine... I'll have this story back in business in a second. Our Biology assignment for Monday is "My Life as a Carrot." Enough said.
By Aiwendil Greenleaf
Disclaimer: Ya da, ya da, ya da. You know the drill. LoTR characters, places and events belongs to Tolkien's heirs and New Line. OC character belong to those who created them. I'm one of those ^.^
A/N: Sorry it's so late, but I've had a huge writer block. I just couldn't come up with anything at all. When I did, my mom had to use the dear computer. Then I got sick. But here it is, at last.
***
"This smells like conspiracy," Nef remarked, looking over the cast list and Haldir nodded sharply.
Romeo: Faramir son of Denethor
Juliet: Gaelwyn Tathariel
Paris: Éomer son of Éomund
"But I like this part," Haldir grinned, pointing at the list.
Nef sent him a sappy smile, "We're practically married now."
"I'm Montague," Boromir said, somewhat proudly.
Melianwen was smiling sweety at him, "And I'm Lady Montague."
Gaelwyn swallowed a few time, trying to make the lump in her throat go away. Elrond, who was looking painfully smug, met her eyes for a second. He smiled wickedly.
Éowyn was gritting her teeth, and Arwen was sulking.
Faramir on the other hand remained calm and collected. In the biting bottom lip 'till it nearly bleeds kind of way.
Aragorn seemed like he was satisfied, Legolas was smirking, while Figwit sulked violently. "Friar... Who is he kidding??" Rúmil nodded in agreement.
Elladan and Elrohir tried to hide their laughter, "Well, you have been the monk-y types lately." Figwit gave them a dirty look, as did Rúmil.
"As you can see, there's a few..." Elrond paused, "Glitches. Some of you might have a part of the opposite sex, since Shakespeare didn't write all to many women." Arwen glared at her father, but he ignored her. Fiora didn't seem the least disappointed. (Éomer muttered something in the lines of: "Fiora with a gun... Why am I scared?") "And a few people who signed up aren't here. They'll get detention."
Nef frowned in confusion. "Isildur, Mablung and Theodred had to sign up for something," Boromir explained in a low voice, trying to avoid a detention. "But they're out sniffing deodorant in the bushes."
"And you know, because...??" Nef asked with a smile.
"It's my deodorant," Boromir replied, and looked smug while Nef tried to calm her giggles.
A/N: Here we go folks, read and weep... On the other hand, don't do that.
Escalus, Prince of Verona: Aragorn
Paris, a young count, kinsman to the Prince: Éomer
Montague: Boromir
Capulet: Haldir
Romeo, son to Montague: Faramir
Mercutio, kinsman to the Prince and friend to Romeo: Mablung
Benvolio, nephew to Montague and friend to Romeo: Isildur
Tybalt, nephew to Lady Capulet: Legolas
Friar Lawrence: Figwit
Friar John: Rúmil
Balthasar, servant to Romeo : Glorfindel
Sampson, servant to Romeo: Theodred
Gregory, servant to Romeo: Idril
Peter, servant to Juliet's Nurse (eat irony): Arwen
Abram, servant to Montague: Orophin
An Officer: Fiora
Lady Montague: Melianwen
Lady Capulet: Nefhuinëiel
Juliet, daughter to Capulet: Gaelwyn
Nurse to Juliet: Éowyn
Citizens of Verona: Arwen, Celebrían, Lainauriel (and maybe some hobbits.)
The final line made several student make gagging sounds. "Detention to all of you," Elrond said dryly. But when he turned around to hand out the scripts, Gaelwyn noticed that the dear principal was smiling evilly. Celebrían gave him a suggestive look when he passed her a script.
There was a knock on the door to the left, and Professor Gandalf appeared, "Don't forget the meeting concerning Christmas."
Elrond froze. A few student exchanged looks. This seemed good.
***
Wednesday morning.
Pearl groaned and pulled her head back inside her window. Luckily she'd puked into the bushes. She'd seen someone at a party, who'd hit the wall. Not nice to clean up. The pregnant hobbit swayed for a few seconds, then picked up a half empty water bottle. She drank a few gulps before sitting down on her bed. Sam hadn't been back that night. She knew perfectly well why.
The door opened, and in came a practically glowing Samwise. "Good morning, Pea-..." His cheerful tone vanished upon seeing the pale lass, "What's wrong?"
"I didn't even have time to reach the toilet," Pearl smiled sadly. "Hopefully no one was smoking in that bush."
Sam sat down next to her, rubbing her back soothingly. "Should I get Peregrin??"
"You can go kick him," Pearl suggested sullenly. Sam laughed shortly, squeezing her shoulder. Pearl turned to look at him with innocent look, "You have a little chocolate on your neck," she remarked with a smile.
Sam stuttered nonsense several second, while he blushed scarlet. Pearl smirked, and took another sip of her water. Sam took the opportunity to change the subject, "You coming to class?"
Pearl whined loudly, and searched through the stack of books bellow her bed. "I can't find my book..." There was a pause, in which Sam raised his eyebrows, "What book am I looking for??" Pearl asked in the same whining tone.
"Math," Sam answered in a polite manner. Pearl snorted a loud objection. "You'll have to go, unless you wanna raise suspicion."
"Why are you always right??"
A shrug, "I was born that way."
***
Melianwen tilted her head to the right, then the left. Still nothing, "I can't see what it is."
The object in question was a fairly large painting of Saruman's , hanging near the entrance of the center.
The human girl leaned a little bit closer, narrowing her deep blue eyes. A pair of strong hands pulled her back, "Saruman made it," Boromir warned. "You never know what's in it."
"Wha'??"
Isildur, who still complained that his lips felt like they were shaking (deodorant side effect), nodded sharply, "Last year, an Orc jumped out from one of his creations," he insisted.
Melianwen took a step back, "Oh."
The little group was only rounding the corner on the way to their room, when Melianwen sneezed loudly.
***
"It's a setup against me," Lord Elrond decided, loudly. Mostly to make sure everybody in the teacher's lounge heard him. "They just send all the kids they can't handle." He threw himself in an armchair. Several teacher's took several steps back. The hopelessness might turn into anger, with Elrond you never knew. "It's not a rehab, it's freak show of crazy young individuals."
It was as silent as the night Saruman, mightily drunk, had revealed he liked wearing women's underwear.
"What happened??" Théoden questioned Celeborn.
"Gandalf reminded him that Christmas was coming," the blond Elf lord answered.
Elrond turned his head in their direction, "Teachers/Parents night is good enough," he said with a slight smile, "You get to tell the dear parent that their brats are totally useless." A slight crackle. But then he fell back into depressed-mode again. "That bloody dance."
All teachers nodded. Yule Ball, you might call it. On the 23th of December, there was the annual ball. The only real, permitted, party of the year.
"Sex around every corner," Galadriel sighed.
"People spiking the punch," Gandalf added.
"And the eggnog," Treebeard reminded them all.
Wormtongue did stay quiet, "Drugs."
"Obscene clothing," Saruman said, while rolling his eyes.
"Enough!!" Elrond sneered.
Saruman looked insulted, and left the room. A bit of his rainbow colored robe stuck in the door, and was pulled out seconds later.
***
"Miss Anìron!!"
Nef looked up from the doodle she was doing on Haldir's arm, to find her History teacher looming over them. "Whazzap??"
Galadriel grew paler then usual, and she gritted her teeth. "If you can tell me on which date Hitler died, you wont get detention with Professor Bombadil!!" she said in a dangerous voice. She then smacked Nef's book shut.
Nef opened and closed her mouth a few times, her eyes flashing around, desperately trying to see someone in the classroom who could tell her the answer. She could see Legolas quickly writing something down, and pretended to think about it, buying some time, "The date he died??" she asked sweetly.
Galadriel nodded sharply.
Legolas held up her piece of paper, then crumbled it into a ball and threw it out the open window. "April 30, 1945," Nef said professionally.
Galadriel looked suspicious, and as suspected she checked all the other students' desks' on her way back to the blackboard, "Correct," she sighed, obviously annoyed that Nef had tricked her.
Haldir leaned in, "You're lucky you have so many good friends."
"I know," Nef smiled and gave him a quick kiss.
***
"Mr. Wormtongue??"
Said counselor lifted his head, then appeared disappointed, "Yes, Miss Saphirelaughter??"
'Greasy git', Mîm thought, but closed the door behind her, "I want your advise, as a counselor."
Wormtongue frowned. "On what??"
Mîm took a calming breath and sat down, "If a person I knew was taking heroin, what could you do about it??"
"Nothing, really," Wormtongue answered, and sighed in a very 'you-bore-me'- way.
"What?!?"
Wormtongue leaned over his desk with a blank expression, "Ever hear of the term 'free will'??"
Mîm's face contracted in disgust, "You're the counselor in a rehab!!"
The dark haired snake-tongue (Tee Hee) rolled his eyes, "How many have you met in the institution, who actually have rehabilitated??"
A pause, in which Mîm tried to remember all the people she knew. Nope, no one had ever improved. Gimli had been there for several months. "None," she sighed in defeat.
"Who is it??" Wormtongue asked with a look of innocent curiosity.
Mîm snorted, "Keep dreaming."
"Fine." The counselor didn't seem all to concerned, "Would that be all??"
Mîm exited the office, growling insults under her breath.
***
Professor Radagast the Brown looked over the class. Mellon students, all eyeing the giant box on his desk nervously. A thin blanket was spread over it. "Today, we will be studying a real animal," he began.
Brook smiled slightly, and straightened in her seat. Pippin rolled his eyes, "She loves animals," he informed Pearl. The sandy haired hobbit lass had been feeling down all morning, but she was starting to look better by the second.
"A Mirkwood spider," Radagast announced proudly and pulled the large black spider from the box, its legs flopping wildly.
Diamond of Longcleeve, who was sitting at the front desk, screeched and feel off her chair. Other females in the classroom reacted almost the same way. Except for Brook Boffin, who was staring at the giant spider with an adoring look on her face.
***
Faramir stared blankly into the surface of Gaelwyn's door, silently debating whether to enter or not. If he thought the situation over rationally (he didn't like to do that, but sometimes it was necessary) he was just as bad as Gaelwyn. Not completely, but close. And she was very sorry. Faramir groaned and chewed on his bottom lip. Stupid rehab, if only he had some sort of sign.
Right on cue, Nef rounded the nearest corner, holding a giant bunch of red roses. She was smiling and reading the card attached, but stopped dead upon seeing Faramir. "You're gonna...??" she asked, pointing at the door with the pink card.
Faramir nodded, looking grim, "I think so." He sighed loudly, and rubbed his face with his right hand. "Nice flowers," he added.
Nef smiled so widely, you could practically see all of her teeth, "They're from Haldir."
"I guessed."
When Faramir then continued to stare blankly at Gaelwyn's door, Nef seemed to grow bored, "Look, do you want to be with her again??"
"We've only been apart for a day," Faramir reminded her.
Nef smiled, "And you already miss her." 'How cute' was left hanging in the air, but Nef's facial expression said it clear enough.
Faramir sighed again, "Yeah," he admitted.
"Then go in there." Nef urged him forward with a firm push. She paused then shoved all the red roses into his arms, "Give her these."
"They're yours, Haldir will be disappointed," Faramir insisted.
"To late," Nef chipped happily. With that she knocked on Gaelwyn's door, and sprinted in direction of Morie's dorms. She stopped around the first corner, and peeked back. Gaelwyn was taking the flowers, and letting Faramir into her room. Nef made a contained 'Yes!!', before strolling satisfied in direction of Haldir and Figwit's dorm.
***
Pearl was staring thoughtfully at her stomach, "When do you think it'll show??"
Pippin, sitting on her left, holding her hand, shrugged, "Some months probably, what do you reckon, Sam??"
Sam didn't look up from his Latin grammar, "It'll show in about four months," he replied, "I have sister's," he added as an explanation.
"What'll I do then??" Both males was clearly not prepared to answer that question. Pearl sighed sadly, "I guess I'll get kicked home. Without you," she added and glanced over at Pippin. "I'm gonna be a single mom."
Pippin gave her a reassuring look, "Trust me, I'll be kicked out before that happens."
Pearl smiled sappily, and gave him a kiss. Sam grinned, "How cute."
"Oh, go shag Frodo!"
***
Gimli twirled around as the door shut. Mîm stood in front of it, a stern look on her face. "Okay, this is it."
"This is what??" Gimli grumbled.
"My strategy," Mîm explained calmly, "I'm not letting you out before you're clean."
After a few seconds of silence, Gimli rolled his eyes, "I am clean!!"
Mîm snorted, "We'll se about that." She pulled out Balin's chair and sat down, guarding the door. "I've seen this work in 'Basketball Diaries'."
Gimli chuckled, "And case you haven't noticed, you're no Morgan Freeman."
"And you are certainly no Leonardo DiCaprio," Mîm retorted. "I'm not letting you out."
"Fine." Gimli sat calmly on the floor, and stared into thin air. His cousin roller her eyes, but then picked up a book and started reading about The Reformation.
***
"*Sneeze* You should stay *Sneeze* away from me *Sniff*," Melianwen choked out, all sounds included. She wiped her nose, and made a sad gurgling sound.
Boromir placed a hand on her forehead, "You're burning up," he informed her. "Told you not to get so close to anything Saruman made.
Melianwen gave him the finger. Somehow it's less intimidating when you're sitting in bed, covered in blankets, nose running, constantly sneezing, fever flushed and not being able to breathe.
Door opened, and Legolas entered with Aragorn in tow. Boromir nodded coldly at Aragorn, who made the same gesture. They weren't killing each other anymore, but they were certainly not friends. Legolas sent Melianwen a questioning look, "What's with you??"
"I'm sick," she female snapped.
"Saruman's new painting is having an amusing effect," Boromir supplied.
Legolas made a mental note to avoid the whole area surrounding the painting. "At least you don't dalk funny det," he joked. Melianwen coughed in his general direction.
***
Boredom and a need for non-Pippin-y company (rhythms, hihi), had driven Meriadoc Brandybuck to Brooks' room. After all, Brook was real good company. Walking in without knocking, Merry started out with a cheerful; "Hey Brook, how are you..." He stopped dead in his sentence, when seeing Brook jump up and push something under her bed, "I'll change that question to 'What' are you doing??"
"Nothing," Brook chipped, and kicked whatever that something was.
Merry eyed her nervously, "Brook..."
A lot of things happened in the following seconds. Merry edged closer to the redhead, and bent down to look under the bed. A big furry ball with eight legs jumped out from there, sending Merry scrambling backwards. After a scream (so high-pinched it had to be described as 'girly'), Merry had gotten himself on top of Brooks bed, "What is that!?!" he screeched fanatically.
Brook put on a sweet face, and picked the animal up. "His name is Bert. I named him." She struggled bravely to keep the thing from escaping, all the eight legs flapping in different directions.
"It's...it's... The Mirkwood spider!!" Merry still talked uncharacteristically loud.
"Bert, hungry," the giant spider hissed.
A look of sheer horror crossed Merrys face, "Brook, it wants to eat me!!"
Brook rolled her eyes, and patted the spider, "That box was way to small for you, wasn't it Bert??" The spider nodded it's head (or body?). Brook held onto him with a single arm, receiving some beacon from the tiny refrigerator. Merry squeaked when she let go of Bert, but he seemed to have lost interest in everything but the newly given beacon.
"Brook..." Merry hissed, somehow trying to back 'through' the wall, "It'll eat you!!"
Brook rolled her eyes again, "Not if I feed him, will you Bert??" The spider shook his head (body?), and swallowed the last piece of beacon. "See??" Brook smiled broadly.
"You take the word of a spider?!?" Merry asked, a desperate tone still in his voice.
Brook nodded, and patted Bert's head. He seemed to purr, and wrapped four legs around Brooks' right knee. Merry blinked. "Isn't he cute??" Merry shook his head no. Bert glared at him with eight angry eyes. Brook distracted him with another slice of beacon.
"You're keeping him??" The question was delivered in a very small voice.
Bert sent Brook something resembling a puppy-dog-look. Eight puppy-eyes; Brook smiled at the spider, "Of course."
There was a fairly large thud when Merry's newly-fainted form hit the floor. Bert inched closer and sniffed his hand, "Eat??"
Brook shook her head firmly, "No Bert, you can't eat Merry." She dragged her unconscious friend over to her bed, and dropped him down. "You don't eat people I like." Brook smiled slightly, and gave Merry a kiss on the forehead. "Come on Bert, let's go find you some more beacon." The spider crackled and followed her, like a dog. With eight legs...
(Hope you liked that Dee)
***
Gaelwyn sat down on her bed, clutching her newly gifted roses. "Thank you," she muttered.
Faramir remained standing, but smiled slightly, "No problem."
Gaelwyn shifted in her seat. Faramir Drew his foot around on the carpet, in no particular pattern. "You wanted to talk??" Gaelwyn whispered shakily.
Faramir looked up fro the floor, and sighed, "I don't know what I want to say."
"I'm sorry," Gaelwyn blurted out loudly.
"Me too." Faramir paused, then fell to his knee. Gaelwyn frowned. The Gondorian smiled, "He jests at scars that never felt a wound. But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun." Gaelwyn laughed cheerfully, but Faramir hushed her with a finger. "Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon (Uh, that'd be Éowyn...), Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green."
"Faramir, stop it," Gaelwyn grinned, but Faramir only shook his head and took her hand.
"I'm not finished Milady," he teased, and continued in a dramatic voice, "And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were! She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it."
Gaelwyn giggled, realizing she hadn't done that for over 24 hours, "Faramir, do you even understand what you're saying??"
"Not really, and yet every word." Faramir cleared his throat again, "I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes. To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head?" He paused and softly stroked Gaelwyns' cheek, planting a soft kiss on her brow, "Here comes my favorite part; The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek!"
Gaelwyn sighed and leaned down to his eyelevel, "Done, sweet Romeo."
Faramir smiled, "Done."
***
"Hi," Nef greeted her boyfriend, giving him a short kiss, "Thanks for the flowers."
Haldir frowned, "Where are they?"
"Oh, I gave them to Faramir."
Haldir raised an eyebrow, "Gave them to Faramir??"
"So he could give them to Gaelwyn, I think they're making up this second." Nef smiled and crawled in Haldir's lap. "I'll give you compensation??"
Haldir smiled evilly, "Well, I am very hurt you gave them away," he said in a fake voice of sadness.
***
A/N: I'm now 16. I'm now in High School. And even though, I'll try to update more, I promise. It's just that I've really been short of inspiration lately. But with all those new classes and school mates of mine... I'll have this story back in business in a second. Our Biology assignment for Monday is "My Life as a Carrot." Enough said.
