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The Perils of Teaching With Elves
by Araflower and Sunlily
Chapter 4
"Wow, look at that sky..." Celeborn drawled, pointing at the gray ground. "It's so...blue."
Elrond laughed and crawled over to sit in Celeborn's lap. "Pretend you're Legolas," he said.
"You have my bow!" Celeborn said in a high and mighty tone, but ruining the effect by giggling at the end.
Boromir would have banged his head on the wall, but it was too smoky to find it.
"Elrond," Boromir said when he stopped coughing. "Don't you have a class to teach?"
"Wozzat? Cats don't teach classes...."
"Wossname!" Celeborn added before falling over in a dead faint.
Boromir groaned. If Elrond thought he was a cat again, they'd never get him to teach. Stupid poncey Elves. He gave up. Gandalf had a free period. Let Gandalf teach the damn class. Better yet, let the class teach itself. It would be good for the little blighters -- teach them self-religance and that sort of shit. Besides, one never knew when Gandalf was in one of his moods. The last teacher to ask him a favor when he was in a mood was still bright purple and had trouble crossing his legs.
He glanced down to find that Elrond was clinging to his lef, making a sound very similar to that of a wounded chicken. He shook the pathetic Elf off with disgust and headed back inside to teach class. Ugh, fourth period. Hobbits.