A/N: Hey, it's me with another story up. I've written some pretty bad stories in my life, but I'm glad to say that I don't consider this to be one of them. This is actually one of my better works, and I'm rather proud of it! An important note is that this is meant to be humorous. I make fun of EVERYBODY. It's not meant to stay true to the books OR the movies because none of this would have happened in either. So, if you're going to flame me, it better not be because of that. Flaming me for anything else is just fine. Right, so, this story came to me at about 3:00 am on a Saturday after I had spent the entire week babysitting WAY too much and watching Lord of the Rings WAY too much and I felt I had to write it. The story is already completely written so suggestions usually won't be taken unless they're really good, or about grammar or formatting or something. Okay, that's all I can think of now, so read on.
***On the Last Ship to Leave Middle Earth
Frodo Baggins sat on the ship headed for the undying lands, staring out at the sea. "Gandalf," he said quietly, "what are the undying lands like?"
Gandalf chuckled. "Well, I wouldn't know my dear Frodo. I've never been before! Why do you ask?"
"I-I just...Gandalf, I don't think I really want to go!"
"What do you mean by that?" Gandalf asked.
"I don't want to go to the undying lands! I'll miss everyone too much! Like, Sam! And Merry and Pippin, and Aragorn, and Legolas and Gimli and...and even Boromir."
"You'd have to miss Boromir anyway, young hobbit." Gandalf said, chuckling.
"I'm not joking." Said Frodo, feeling an overwhelming desire to punch Gandalf in the face. "And thank you for pointing out the obvious, but that's not your job. That was Legolas's job." Frodo's anger immediately turned to sadness. He was going to miss everyone, so much.
The two sat in silence for a few minutes. Frodo watched Bilbo talking with Lord Elrond. Lord Elrond was a wonderful person. He had saved Frodo's life when he was stabbed on Weathertop. He had brought the Fellowship together, and given Frodo some of the best friends he ever had. Frodo could take it no longer. "Turn around!" he yelled.
"What?" said Gandalf.
"Shut up, Gandalf. Turn around!"
"Why?" asked Elrond.
"I don't want to go away! I want to go back and see all my friends again!" Frodo cried.
"Frodo, your friends have gone back to their own lives. Sam, Merry, and Pippin to the Shire, Legolas to Mirkwood, Aragorn to Gondor, Gimli to...well, wherever strange folk like him go. Anyway, the point is, it would be too difficult to get back together with them." Elrond said softly.
"No." said Frodo. "No, it wouldn't. I know you want to go back, don't you Elrond? And Gandalf too!" He looked back and forth between the two of them desperately.
"Frodo, I cannot deny that I would much love to return to middle earth and live there, but the time of the elves is over." Elrond explained.
"So? There are still plenty of elves living in middle earth!"
"Elrond, I think it would be best if we did turn around. Frodo has managed to change my mind. There are many things that I would like to do also." Said Gandalf.
Frodo was now feeling an overwhelming desire NOT to punch Gandalf in the face. "Thank you Gandalf!"
"Oh, fine." Said Elrond. "You know, that might be sort of fun! Who knows what's going on in Rivendell right now? Hey, we could have like a big fellowship reunion! Except without Boromir because he's dead."
"Oh, that would be lovely!" exclaimed Gandalf. "Let's go immediately!"
***In Rivendell-The House of Elrond
Through his wondrous skills, Elrond got Frodo, Gandalf, and himself back to Valinor. Galadriel and Bilbo decided they really would like to go to the undying lands, although Celeborn decided to return to Lothlorien, so as soon as Elrond, Frodo, and Gandalf got off, they continued sailing. Elrond took Frodo and Gandalf to Rivendell, where he ordered messengers to be sent out to find the other members of the fellowship.
Unfortunately, Elrond could not devote all of his time to finding the fellowship members, because Rivendell was having some issues, and the person who had filled in for him in his absence had not done a very good job controlling them. There had apparently been quite a large baby boom and there were elf-children running around all over the place, and I mean ALL OVER THE PLACE. The streets were noisy and crowded, littered with dolls and pacifiers, and jam-packed with children. It had gotten so bad that most parents didn't even bother to supervise their children anymore because they knew they'd get lost anyway. And most parents couldn't really tell their children apart from any of the others. Frodo had heard with his own two ears one elf say to his wife "Okay, we have seven kids, and we'll never find them all, so let's just grab seven of these, never mind if they're ours or not."
Frodo actually found it quite interesting. He had never seen an elf baby before, and he was quite surprised when he saw one crawling up to him through the masses of children. She was a tiny thing, couldn't have been more than eight months old, yet she had a full head of loooooooong blonde braided hair. "How curious" Frodo said, as he picked her up and settled her in his lap.
An elf lady walked up to him, holding another baby that looked exactly the same. She took the baby out of his lap. "Dear, could you tell me, which one of these looks more like me?" she asked, holding them both up in front of her.
"Um...I'm not really sure." Said Frodo.
"You know, sometimes I wish that all elf babies didn't look exactly the same." She said. "That would make it a lot easier for us parents."
"I'm sure it would." Frodo gazed out at the crowded streets. "I don't really remember it being like this when I first came here five years ago." He commented.
"Oh, of course you don't." the elf said absently, still looking back and forth between the two babies. "It wasn't. Normally elves don't really have many children. It's usually just one or two in their entire lifetime, which can go on forever." She looked at him. "But as soon as Elrond informed us that the time of the elves was about to end, we started having 'em in rapid succession. Believe me, it got pretty hot here."
"That's, um...really nice." Said Frodo, feeling a bit uncomfortable.
"We weren't about to let men take over, no siree. Of course, we might have gone a bit overboard."
"You can say that again." Frodo mumbled.
"In fact, I think we probably did go a bit overboard. I feel mighty bad for Lord Elrond, trying to sort all of this out." She was silent for a minute longer. Finally she said "Oh hell, I'll take 'em both. What difference is one more baby going to make in my house anyway?" With that said, she got up and left a bewildered Frodo sitting on the bench.
Frodo sat silently for about another hour, watching the children running and playing. They seemed to be very happy considering the conditions they were in. He must have fallen asleep at some point, because he felt himself being shaken awake, and the streets were much quieter than they had been before.
"Frodo, wake up!"
Frodo opened his eyes to see that the sky had darkened. The streets were mostly empty, except for the occasional child whose parents had probably forgotten that they had. "What time is it?" Frodo asked.
"About nine." Said Gandalf, who had awakened Frodo. "Come, there are some people here who I think you will like to see."
Gandalf led Frodo to the Rivendell meeting hall where he saw the entire fellowship (minus Boromir who was dead) standing and waiting for him. "OH MY GOD! You guys really did come!" he cried.
"Did you think we wouldn't?" said Aragorn, stepping forward to give Frodo a hug. "It's great to see you again."
Before Frodo could reply, he was knocked to the ground by something very heavy and squishy.
"MISTER FRODO!!!!!"
"Sam! My dear Sam!" he cried, and pulled him into a tight embrace.
In the end, Frodo hugged everyone except for Legolas and Gimli, who were too busy hugging each other. They had been separated for a long time, and had a lot of catching up to do.
After everyone had finished their individual hugs, they all joined together for a big group hug. "We are all here together, and it is so wonderful," Gandalf spoke up "but we must remember, there was another who fell while fighting for us. Let our hearts be merry, but let us never forget Boromir, captain of Gondor, whose strength and heart surpassed all others-"
"Hey!" said Aragorn.
Gandalf ignored him "-and let us be truly thankful to him for his selfless deeds."
By the end of Gandalf's speech, they were all considerably more subdued, and Merry and Pippin even had tears streaming down their faces. But they didn't stay sad for very long.
The fellowship had dinner together and stayed up late afterwards talking and laughing. They told their stories about what they had been doing over the past few years, and carefully managed to skate around topics such as when they would have to leave, or what they would do once they did.
At about four in the morning, Elrond came in to the room and told them that they needed to be quiet because he was trying to get some sleep. They all felt very bad for him because they had seen the problem he had on his hands, and so they honored his request and went to bed.
Frodo crawled into bed, but as he did, he couldn't help feeling sad because he knew that the fellowship would soon have to break again. He mourned the loss of Boromir, and he knew that no matter how hard they tried, it would never be the same as is was before without him. Frodo finally drifted to sleep as the sun peeked over the hilltops. He didn't stay asleep for very long, however. A few minutes later, the parents once again released their children, and he was awakened by the yells and screams of the young elves.
There came a light knock at the door. "Mr. Frodo?"
"Come in." he said sleepily.
"I hate to wake you, Mr. Frodo," Sam said as he entered the room. "But I figured those elf kids probably already had you awake. Anyway, Elrond says that he needs the entire Fellowship to come to the meeting hall. Apparently, he's having another council, and he says it's very important."
"I bet he wants us to go kill some of those kids." Frodo said, very annoyed. "And I wouldn't mind doing it. At first I thought they were cute, but they all look the same, and they all make so much noise, and I just can't stand it."
"Welcome to the club, Mr. Frodo. Everyone else seems to think the same way you do. Now come on, we've really got to get going."
"I'm coming, I'm coming."
***In the Meeting Hall-Secret Council #2
Frodo entered the meeting hall to find that he and Sam were the first ones there. As soon as the six other members of the fellowship had arrived and settled down, Elrond began his speech.
"Dear friends, it is so wonderful to have you in Rivendell again. This council may remind you of one that I held not so long ago, involving a ring. But that council was much different, for this one will not involve a piece of jewelry. However, this will be similar to the first council, for at that council I picked nine of you to be a fellowship and to go on a quest, a mission to save middle earth. I know that you have all missed each other greatly in the time that you were apart, and so I have a proposal to make." He paused for a moment, then continued. "Would you, as a fellowship, be interested in helping me once again to make this world a better place?"
"Another quest?" said Pippin, his eyes shining.
"More of a mission." Replied Elrond.
"Oh...that works too!" Pippin said, excited. "And we'd get to get out of here and away from all of these kids!"
"I, for one, would love to go on this mission with my friends." Said Frodo. "It will be just like old times." He purposely said nothing about Boromir.
"Wonderful!" cried Elrond. "But I need all of you."
The fellowship began talking amongst themselves, trying to decide what the best thing to do was.
"Come on, Merry! This will be fun! We'll get to hang out with Strider and Frodo and...well, Gandalf again!"
"That's the part I'm worried about, Pip. Gandalf."
"Oh...I see. But, but it will still be fun! Besides, I kind of missed Gandalf...kind of."
"Oh, alright, I'll do it!"
"Hurray!" shouted Elrond, who had overheard. "Everyone who is agreeing to take part in this mission must first sign this paper." He looked over at Aragorn who was eyeing him suspiciously. "Just so nobody can say that I forced them to do it! It lets everyone know that you all agreed of your own free will." he said.
Merry and Pippin ran forward to sign the paper, as did Legolas and Gimli.
"Legolas, this will be so much fun! We're going on another mission together! Oh, I missed you soooooooo much."
"I missed you too, Gimli!"
Frodo walked up to sign the paper, and Sam followed behind, because he went everywhere that Frodo did. Gandalf decided that he did not want the four hobbits going anywhere supervised by only an elf and a dwarf (he didn't really trust anyone other than wizards) so he signed his name also. The only person left was Aragorn.
"Tell me, Elrond, what exactly is this mission you speak of? Where will we be going? How long will it take?"
"Oh, who cares Aragorn? Sign the paper, come on!" urged Merry.
"Yeah, it'll be just like old times." Said Frodo. "Non-stop walking all day long, resting for three hours each night, fighting dangerous monsters and facing the risk of getting killed every second. Right, Elrond?"
"Oh, um...of course!" said Elrond brightly.
"Well, the way you put it Frodo, it sounds like a whole lot of fun. I'll sign."
"YES!!!!!!!!" shouted Elrond. "Now, everyone has signed and I am about to tell you what you have agreed to do."
The fellowship stared eagerly at him.
"As you know, Rivendell has been having some problems controlling the children running around in the streets. There's just so many of them. Now, I have managed to set up a learning facility, or a school, for the children ages four to ten, and I've found some people who are willing to be teachers, but that still leaves us with the problem of all the very young children, because there's more children under four than there are over four in Rivendell..."
Aragorn looked around nervously. He didn't like where this was going at all. But the rest of the fellowship was still staring impatiently at Elrond, waiting to find out what their mission was.
"So," Elrond continued "until we have gotten our population under control, you fabulous people, um...and hobbits and wizards and elves and dwarves-"
"Why are dwarves always last?" Gimli muttered.
"Shut up, Gimli. As I was saying, you fabulous people, hobbits, wizards, elves, and dwarves, well, actually you fabulous hobbits, and then there's just one wizard, one man, one elf-"
"WE GET THE POINT, ELROND!!!"
"Okay, jeez. You Dwarves certainly have fiery tempers! You all have agreed, and there's no backing out now, to teach nursery school here in Rivendell, until I tell you otherwise."
"WHAT!?!?!?!?!?!?"
A/N: Okay, this will be updated every day or two. I don't really care if you review or not. Have a nice day! Oh, and the chapters get better and longer. This was just an intro.
***On the Last Ship to Leave Middle Earth
Frodo Baggins sat on the ship headed for the undying lands, staring out at the sea. "Gandalf," he said quietly, "what are the undying lands like?"
Gandalf chuckled. "Well, I wouldn't know my dear Frodo. I've never been before! Why do you ask?"
"I-I just...Gandalf, I don't think I really want to go!"
"What do you mean by that?" Gandalf asked.
"I don't want to go to the undying lands! I'll miss everyone too much! Like, Sam! And Merry and Pippin, and Aragorn, and Legolas and Gimli and...and even Boromir."
"You'd have to miss Boromir anyway, young hobbit." Gandalf said, chuckling.
"I'm not joking." Said Frodo, feeling an overwhelming desire to punch Gandalf in the face. "And thank you for pointing out the obvious, but that's not your job. That was Legolas's job." Frodo's anger immediately turned to sadness. He was going to miss everyone, so much.
The two sat in silence for a few minutes. Frodo watched Bilbo talking with Lord Elrond. Lord Elrond was a wonderful person. He had saved Frodo's life when he was stabbed on Weathertop. He had brought the Fellowship together, and given Frodo some of the best friends he ever had. Frodo could take it no longer. "Turn around!" he yelled.
"What?" said Gandalf.
"Shut up, Gandalf. Turn around!"
"Why?" asked Elrond.
"I don't want to go away! I want to go back and see all my friends again!" Frodo cried.
"Frodo, your friends have gone back to their own lives. Sam, Merry, and Pippin to the Shire, Legolas to Mirkwood, Aragorn to Gondor, Gimli to...well, wherever strange folk like him go. Anyway, the point is, it would be too difficult to get back together with them." Elrond said softly.
"No." said Frodo. "No, it wouldn't. I know you want to go back, don't you Elrond? And Gandalf too!" He looked back and forth between the two of them desperately.
"Frodo, I cannot deny that I would much love to return to middle earth and live there, but the time of the elves is over." Elrond explained.
"So? There are still plenty of elves living in middle earth!"
"Elrond, I think it would be best if we did turn around. Frodo has managed to change my mind. There are many things that I would like to do also." Said Gandalf.
Frodo was now feeling an overwhelming desire NOT to punch Gandalf in the face. "Thank you Gandalf!"
"Oh, fine." Said Elrond. "You know, that might be sort of fun! Who knows what's going on in Rivendell right now? Hey, we could have like a big fellowship reunion! Except without Boromir because he's dead."
"Oh, that would be lovely!" exclaimed Gandalf. "Let's go immediately!"
***In Rivendell-The House of Elrond
Through his wondrous skills, Elrond got Frodo, Gandalf, and himself back to Valinor. Galadriel and Bilbo decided they really would like to go to the undying lands, although Celeborn decided to return to Lothlorien, so as soon as Elrond, Frodo, and Gandalf got off, they continued sailing. Elrond took Frodo and Gandalf to Rivendell, where he ordered messengers to be sent out to find the other members of the fellowship.
Unfortunately, Elrond could not devote all of his time to finding the fellowship members, because Rivendell was having some issues, and the person who had filled in for him in his absence had not done a very good job controlling them. There had apparently been quite a large baby boom and there were elf-children running around all over the place, and I mean ALL OVER THE PLACE. The streets were noisy and crowded, littered with dolls and pacifiers, and jam-packed with children. It had gotten so bad that most parents didn't even bother to supervise their children anymore because they knew they'd get lost anyway. And most parents couldn't really tell their children apart from any of the others. Frodo had heard with his own two ears one elf say to his wife "Okay, we have seven kids, and we'll never find them all, so let's just grab seven of these, never mind if they're ours or not."
Frodo actually found it quite interesting. He had never seen an elf baby before, and he was quite surprised when he saw one crawling up to him through the masses of children. She was a tiny thing, couldn't have been more than eight months old, yet she had a full head of loooooooong blonde braided hair. "How curious" Frodo said, as he picked her up and settled her in his lap.
An elf lady walked up to him, holding another baby that looked exactly the same. She took the baby out of his lap. "Dear, could you tell me, which one of these looks more like me?" she asked, holding them both up in front of her.
"Um...I'm not really sure." Said Frodo.
"You know, sometimes I wish that all elf babies didn't look exactly the same." She said. "That would make it a lot easier for us parents."
"I'm sure it would." Frodo gazed out at the crowded streets. "I don't really remember it being like this when I first came here five years ago." He commented.
"Oh, of course you don't." the elf said absently, still looking back and forth between the two babies. "It wasn't. Normally elves don't really have many children. It's usually just one or two in their entire lifetime, which can go on forever." She looked at him. "But as soon as Elrond informed us that the time of the elves was about to end, we started having 'em in rapid succession. Believe me, it got pretty hot here."
"That's, um...really nice." Said Frodo, feeling a bit uncomfortable.
"We weren't about to let men take over, no siree. Of course, we might have gone a bit overboard."
"You can say that again." Frodo mumbled.
"In fact, I think we probably did go a bit overboard. I feel mighty bad for Lord Elrond, trying to sort all of this out." She was silent for a minute longer. Finally she said "Oh hell, I'll take 'em both. What difference is one more baby going to make in my house anyway?" With that said, she got up and left a bewildered Frodo sitting on the bench.
Frodo sat silently for about another hour, watching the children running and playing. They seemed to be very happy considering the conditions they were in. He must have fallen asleep at some point, because he felt himself being shaken awake, and the streets were much quieter than they had been before.
"Frodo, wake up!"
Frodo opened his eyes to see that the sky had darkened. The streets were mostly empty, except for the occasional child whose parents had probably forgotten that they had. "What time is it?" Frodo asked.
"About nine." Said Gandalf, who had awakened Frodo. "Come, there are some people here who I think you will like to see."
Gandalf led Frodo to the Rivendell meeting hall where he saw the entire fellowship (minus Boromir who was dead) standing and waiting for him. "OH MY GOD! You guys really did come!" he cried.
"Did you think we wouldn't?" said Aragorn, stepping forward to give Frodo a hug. "It's great to see you again."
Before Frodo could reply, he was knocked to the ground by something very heavy and squishy.
"MISTER FRODO!!!!!"
"Sam! My dear Sam!" he cried, and pulled him into a tight embrace.
In the end, Frodo hugged everyone except for Legolas and Gimli, who were too busy hugging each other. They had been separated for a long time, and had a lot of catching up to do.
After everyone had finished their individual hugs, they all joined together for a big group hug. "We are all here together, and it is so wonderful," Gandalf spoke up "but we must remember, there was another who fell while fighting for us. Let our hearts be merry, but let us never forget Boromir, captain of Gondor, whose strength and heart surpassed all others-"
"Hey!" said Aragorn.
Gandalf ignored him "-and let us be truly thankful to him for his selfless deeds."
By the end of Gandalf's speech, they were all considerably more subdued, and Merry and Pippin even had tears streaming down their faces. But they didn't stay sad for very long.
The fellowship had dinner together and stayed up late afterwards talking and laughing. They told their stories about what they had been doing over the past few years, and carefully managed to skate around topics such as when they would have to leave, or what they would do once they did.
At about four in the morning, Elrond came in to the room and told them that they needed to be quiet because he was trying to get some sleep. They all felt very bad for him because they had seen the problem he had on his hands, and so they honored his request and went to bed.
Frodo crawled into bed, but as he did, he couldn't help feeling sad because he knew that the fellowship would soon have to break again. He mourned the loss of Boromir, and he knew that no matter how hard they tried, it would never be the same as is was before without him. Frodo finally drifted to sleep as the sun peeked over the hilltops. He didn't stay asleep for very long, however. A few minutes later, the parents once again released their children, and he was awakened by the yells and screams of the young elves.
There came a light knock at the door. "Mr. Frodo?"
"Come in." he said sleepily.
"I hate to wake you, Mr. Frodo," Sam said as he entered the room. "But I figured those elf kids probably already had you awake. Anyway, Elrond says that he needs the entire Fellowship to come to the meeting hall. Apparently, he's having another council, and he says it's very important."
"I bet he wants us to go kill some of those kids." Frodo said, very annoyed. "And I wouldn't mind doing it. At first I thought they were cute, but they all look the same, and they all make so much noise, and I just can't stand it."
"Welcome to the club, Mr. Frodo. Everyone else seems to think the same way you do. Now come on, we've really got to get going."
"I'm coming, I'm coming."
***In the Meeting Hall-Secret Council #2
Frodo entered the meeting hall to find that he and Sam were the first ones there. As soon as the six other members of the fellowship had arrived and settled down, Elrond began his speech.
"Dear friends, it is so wonderful to have you in Rivendell again. This council may remind you of one that I held not so long ago, involving a ring. But that council was much different, for this one will not involve a piece of jewelry. However, this will be similar to the first council, for at that council I picked nine of you to be a fellowship and to go on a quest, a mission to save middle earth. I know that you have all missed each other greatly in the time that you were apart, and so I have a proposal to make." He paused for a moment, then continued. "Would you, as a fellowship, be interested in helping me once again to make this world a better place?"
"Another quest?" said Pippin, his eyes shining.
"More of a mission." Replied Elrond.
"Oh...that works too!" Pippin said, excited. "And we'd get to get out of here and away from all of these kids!"
"I, for one, would love to go on this mission with my friends." Said Frodo. "It will be just like old times." He purposely said nothing about Boromir.
"Wonderful!" cried Elrond. "But I need all of you."
The fellowship began talking amongst themselves, trying to decide what the best thing to do was.
"Come on, Merry! This will be fun! We'll get to hang out with Strider and Frodo and...well, Gandalf again!"
"That's the part I'm worried about, Pip. Gandalf."
"Oh...I see. But, but it will still be fun! Besides, I kind of missed Gandalf...kind of."
"Oh, alright, I'll do it!"
"Hurray!" shouted Elrond, who had overheard. "Everyone who is agreeing to take part in this mission must first sign this paper." He looked over at Aragorn who was eyeing him suspiciously. "Just so nobody can say that I forced them to do it! It lets everyone know that you all agreed of your own free will." he said.
Merry and Pippin ran forward to sign the paper, as did Legolas and Gimli.
"Legolas, this will be so much fun! We're going on another mission together! Oh, I missed you soooooooo much."
"I missed you too, Gimli!"
Frodo walked up to sign the paper, and Sam followed behind, because he went everywhere that Frodo did. Gandalf decided that he did not want the four hobbits going anywhere supervised by only an elf and a dwarf (he didn't really trust anyone other than wizards) so he signed his name also. The only person left was Aragorn.
"Tell me, Elrond, what exactly is this mission you speak of? Where will we be going? How long will it take?"
"Oh, who cares Aragorn? Sign the paper, come on!" urged Merry.
"Yeah, it'll be just like old times." Said Frodo. "Non-stop walking all day long, resting for three hours each night, fighting dangerous monsters and facing the risk of getting killed every second. Right, Elrond?"
"Oh, um...of course!" said Elrond brightly.
"Well, the way you put it Frodo, it sounds like a whole lot of fun. I'll sign."
"YES!!!!!!!!" shouted Elrond. "Now, everyone has signed and I am about to tell you what you have agreed to do."
The fellowship stared eagerly at him.
"As you know, Rivendell has been having some problems controlling the children running around in the streets. There's just so many of them. Now, I have managed to set up a learning facility, or a school, for the children ages four to ten, and I've found some people who are willing to be teachers, but that still leaves us with the problem of all the very young children, because there's more children under four than there are over four in Rivendell..."
Aragorn looked around nervously. He didn't like where this was going at all. But the rest of the fellowship was still staring impatiently at Elrond, waiting to find out what their mission was.
"So," Elrond continued "until we have gotten our population under control, you fabulous people, um...and hobbits and wizards and elves and dwarves-"
"Why are dwarves always last?" Gimli muttered.
"Shut up, Gimli. As I was saying, you fabulous people, hobbits, wizards, elves, and dwarves, well, actually you fabulous hobbits, and then there's just one wizard, one man, one elf-"
"WE GET THE POINT, ELROND!!!"
"Okay, jeez. You Dwarves certainly have fiery tempers! You all have agreed, and there's no backing out now, to teach nursery school here in Rivendell, until I tell you otherwise."
"WHAT!?!?!?!?!?!?"
A/N: Okay, this will be updated every day or two. I don't really care if you review or not. Have a nice day! Oh, and the chapters get better and longer. This was just an intro.