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A/n: Revised edition 3.
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Kemin looked quite hysterical, overreacting to the fact that Ren did not have the key to the "Let's Go Home" door.
'You mean there's no way we can get out of this?'
Ren shrugged nonchalantly as possibly, trying to stay as aloof as possible so as not to scare her friends more than was necessary.
'Not that I know of. I'm not sure why we are here in the first place. I'll try and grope around though. I've got to find us a way out of this mess. One more thing, if we are being brought to the king, I implore you guys, please, keep swearing, cursing, basically bad words, out of this. I do not wish to get us killed.'
The rest nodded dumbly, what else was there to do? Inez shook her head.
'We're in a mess, yeah?'
'Yep. This most definitely cannot get any worse.'
As if on cue, there was a dull thud from behind the travelling company. Ren whirled around, then quickly turned pale on the sight that she saw. It could always get worse.
'Not good.'
Teachers. Of all the things that could have happened to her, teachers! Why!? Ren was quite sure the world was intent on ruining her life, or Eru or Manwe or whoever on Arda that was getting a good laugh right now.
'Take that back. It most definitely can get worse.'
Glorfindel turned around and demanded an explanation, looking rather angry at the fact that yet another package had dropped in on him. After a rather flustered Ren had got over the basics that her teachers had been pulled in the mess, the elf promptly went over to the fallen adults and tried to rouse them. The two Sam's, Joey, Eve, and a few others were also there, trying to rouse them. The rest just stood, shocked still. After the teachers had managed to be awoken, Ren faded into the background and let the others tell the tale to the very unbelieving mentors of hers. Then disaster nearly stroke, when Glorfindel foolishly tried to converse with them. First in Elvish. Ren scrambled forward, but a little too late.
'Le na mellyn a Sirithbrethil?'
What did I tell him about Humans from MY time not speaking ELVISH? Does he listen? And now, he's got ME into major trouble. At least if we had landed in a more FAMILIAR time period my friends might have been able to HELP me in this... Blondes!.
Ren hastily went up to cover for the teachers, who were all staring at the elf in puzzlement and disbelief. She added things in Elvish which she would never have said in front of the teachers in English or Chinese, her two, erm, normal, tongues.
'Glorfindel, si na nin, ah, horoth hanna hos...? Teachers in the Westron. How do you say that in Elvish? Back to the point. Ah, lin uya quente Quenya a Sindarin, Eldarinwa. Er lin quente Westron. Uume quente o lin mi Eldarinwa, lin u hanya le, a nin ataltane amarth!' [Glorfindel, these are my, ah, old(er) wise folk? Teachers in Westron. How do you say that in Elvish? Back to the point. Ah, they do not speak Quenya and Sindarin, Elvish. But they speak Westron. Do not speak with them with Elvish, they don't understand you, and I would fall into my doom!]
Glorfindel laughed at her last comment, but a hiss from her made him realize she was completely serious and thus shut his mouth, much to her relief. The elf finally seemed to get the point, at any rate. Inez elbowed her sharply to get her attention.
'Fo, what on EARTH are we going to do?'
'No idea Nez, no idea. Though I wish Rose were here. I know of a certain formation of rocks where we could push her off and get away scott free.'
They were referring to their extremely fat and obese netball coach, Rose. Inez sniggered, as did Shu Wen, who was eavesdropping.
'Back to topic, could I trust you guys to keep the teachers occupied. Zao [Ch. teacher] especially. I can't stand her. Ugh. Miss Lim is SO going to behead me, along with all the other teachers, so I'm pleading with you to keep them away from me, in case the king here, Turgon, should wish to talk to them and they say he's from a book. Don't want to stick around to see his wrath. Could you tell them to let me do the talking, please? I need to sort things out instead of mess things up.'
The two nodded. They knew that the teachers were going to nose around quite a bit, and therefore keeping them out of the way was going to be a group effort. Ren smiled weakly again.
'Right. Got to go keep Glor in check before he gets ME killed now...'
Glorfindel was questioning, or should I say, being questioned, by the teachers. Ren broke out in cold sweat, but took a deep breath and stepped into the fray. Miss Lim immediately asked the most obvious question.
'Po Linn, where are we?'
Ren winced. She responded in Chinese so as to save herself from Glorfindel's wrath.
[Twiddle-dee... Insert basic chinese explanation here.]
Basically, for all those who simply cannot understand Ren's completely messed up chinese skills: Miss Lim, I can only tell you that we are in a book. Why, I do not know. I only want you and the teachers not to talk overly much with these people, or I will have no idea how to talk to their king. Could you please not tell them they are from a book? This way, I may be able to save us. Could you let me talk to their king? I know their speech and you do not...''
Miss Lim, thankfully, answered favourably, along with the rest of the teachers, allowing her to go ahead and do all the talking. Thanking her profusely, she managed to get Inez, Shu Wen and the rest to fill them in further, in chinese so as to save their skins, and went back to the elf. She was getting too tired to switching between English and Chinese then Elvish. Sighing, she went over to Glorfindel
'Glorfindel, mammen na le wanya an nin mellyn a im?' [Glorfindel, to where are you going to [bring] my friends and me?
'Turgon, nessaer, erain o Gondolin.' [Turgon, young one, king of Gondolin.]
Ren disliked the nickname, but squeaked when she heard the answer, though she was not expecting less.
'Turgon! Glorfindel, anim horother u-ista le Eldarinwa... Lin u quente an Turgon...' [Turgon! Glorfindel, my older ones do not understand Elvish... They cannot speak to Turgon...]
The elf turned sharply around and looked at her.
'Man quente an nin erain?' [Who [will] speak to my king?]
Ren gulped. This was not going to be nice. Bloodshed would result, most likely. Even more likely, hers. Ren squeaked out the answer, knowing that the reaction would not be favourable.
'Im.' [I]