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A/N: Sorry for the very bad chapter upload yesterday, but as those who read my other fic know, I have networking/internet/revamping problems and have only jusy retained my old story editing programme today. Things should return to normal soon. I hope.
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Glorfindel was going to have to do a high amount of debating and pleading on his part to get them inside, and thus now the odd company was waiting for affirmation for entrance, be it that the blond haired elf was captain of the Golden Flower or no. The result was a massive amount of panicky boredom from all around. A few students were conversing with the teachers, trying, and failing, to make sense of their situation, while others were playing some classic games for the heck of it. Others were looking around, astounded and still in shock, while some others were trying to adapt to the sitution. Inez looked slightly panicky when she realized that Mandy had a copy of Today Newspaper with her, and started searching the paper for pictures of Angelina Jolie, of which Shu Wen was desperately trying to obtain to rip up for the fun of things. Inez, being their local Angelina Jolie worshipper and Shu Wen being the local Angelina-ripper. It was a school thing. In normal situations, Ren would have been on top of them already, but she had to keep Glorfindel and the rest satisfied. A shriek and the sounds of i>NononNO! NO! Give it baack!/i> clearly portrayed the fact that Angelina Jolie had been found and ripped. Suddenly, a sudden unsettling topic came up from Evelyn.BR>BR>
'Po?'
Ren looked over at her, broken out of her observation of Glorfindel's expression as he watched Inez and Shu Wen battle out for a few scraps of paper.
'What?'
'Who's this elf?'
Evelyn looked pointedly over to Glorfindel, who had thankfully still been looking away. Ren paled visibly. BR>BR>
*Breath. Remember to breath. Oxygen is good. Being dead is not. Talking to Turgon is good. Dying at Turgon's gate is not*
Throat parched, Ren recalled a conversation once held in school about Glorfindel. Glorfindel, at that point in time, was her favourite elf. Ren was not too sure of awarding him the privilige then.
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'Glorfindel's STILL the best!' Ren declared. No one was going to contest against her for that.
'No! Gandy is better!'
Inez stood in defence for her favourite character. His name was the easiest to pronounce.
'Glorfy!'
Pet names could be interesting.
'Gandy!'
'Who's Glorfindel...?' Evelyn hit the killer question.
'A character from the book.'
'Oh! Is it that dark haired guy who needs a bath?'
Time stood still. Ren rammed her head onto her desk, weeping.
'NOT ARAGORN YOU IDIOT!'
'Or was it that short hungry guy?'
'Pi-pp-pPippin?!'
Ren was too shocked to speak.
'Er... The goblin?'
'WHAT? YOU THINK GLORFINDEL'S A GOBLIN?'
'Or was it that short haired guy that turned bad...'
Bam.
Ren's head hit the table. A whimper could be heard.
'That was Boromir.'
'Arwen?'
'CURSE YOU ARWEN! YOU TOOK GLORFINDEL'S PART! AND HIS HORSE!'
'Oh. Was it that freaky elf witch?'
'WAAAAAAAAAAAAH!'
Ren let out a wail, unable to keep it in any longer while Diana, Shu Wen and Inez howled in laughted beside her.
'One. Glorfindel is a GUY. Two. Galadriel is NOT evil. Three. NO! '
'Her husband...?'
'That was Celeborn.'
'Oh! Then was it that blond haired guy...?'
Ren lifted her head up from the table, hope glimmering in her eyes...
'...with the arrows?'
Thunk.
'Legolas Greenleaf.'
'The one with the Eye and the metal mask?'
'NOOOOOOOOOOO! NOT SAURON! NOT SAURON!'
'The prune faced fellow...?'
'Not *whimper* Elrond.'
'The grey bearded guy?'
Inez whapped Evelyn.
'That's Gandalf.'
'Oh! The short, bearded fellow?'
'TAKE THAT BACK! GLORFINDEL IS NOT A STUPID DWARF!'
Her friends who knew who Glorfindel was were crying in laughter.
'Eerr? The crows...?'
'NOT the crebain.'
Ren was going crazy. Her favourite elf had been called a goblin, a crow, Elrond, Gandalf, Aragorn, Boromir, GALADRIEL, Celeborn, Legolas, SAURON... Shu Wen and the rest began shaking with laughter, rocking back and forth in their chairs while their subsitute teacher looked at them as if they were mad.
'That... orc?'
'Glorfindel is NOT an orc.'
'Or was it that evil white haired guy?'
'Ai Elbereth! Of all the people, NOT Saruman!'
'Then who was he?'
'He was not in the movie.'
'Ooooooooooooooh! Then I don't know him.'
'He's an elf. A Good, Pure, Not Evil, Male, Elf, Not Crebain, Not Istari, Not Valar, Not Maia, Not Human elf.'
The rest's laughter drowned out her whimpers.
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Speaking in a hoarse whisper to Evelyn, Ren spoke back.
'Glorfindel. You know. The one you thought was a goblin. And a dwarf. And a crow. And Gandalf. And Saruman. And Sauron. And Celeborn. And Legolas. And Galadriel. And Boromir. And Aragorn. And that... Arwen, among others.'
'Ohh! Oooooooooh! Him.'
Most unfortunately, Ren's voice was not low enough for Glorfindel to let it go undetected. Elf hearing was a scary thing. Glorfindel paled at the conversation, then glared at Ren worth to kill. The human edged slowly away.
'For the sake of your neck, nessaer, please say I heard your conversation wrongly, or that the Glorfindel that you were referring to was one other than myself.'
Ren edged slowly away from the fuming elf-lord, who looked ready to draw blade and murder her. The two began rapidly conversing in Elvish again. Inez and Shu Wen abandoned the newspaper and Angelina Jolie's by then mutated face and leant over to Evelyn and asked what had happened. Evelyn shrugged and replyed nonchalently.
'I asked her who this elf was.'
'Oh. Oh. Oh dear. Oh no.'
'Glorfindel... Er... Nin mellon toa kaar. Uma lasto he.' [Glorfindel... Er... My friend has a woollen head. Do not listen to her.]
Growling softly, he spoke back.
'Nin u-lasto he, nessaer. Nin lasta le. [I was not listening to her. I was listening to you.]
'Nin mellin... u-ista le, nan im ya. Aithos u-saira avanin. Aithos u-far istama o nin ilya le.' [My friends... do not know you, but I do. They will not understand without me. They will not understand enough of you from me.']
Staring shrewdly at her, he responded.
'Ya aniron le nin?' [What wish you of me?']
Grinning at the elf lord, she pipped up innocently.
'Aniron ai an istama o le... Ya im an daro ai?' [They wish to know more of you... Who am I to stop them?']
'Le aniron nin quente in anim?' [You want me to speak of myself?]
'Han tua nin, a tua le.' [It would help and, and help you.]
Glorfindel glared at her, then sighed in resignation. Ren signalled for the rest and the teachers to gather around, and the elf began his tale.
'I am Glorfindel, of the House of the Golden Flower of Gondolin, servant to the King and my lord, Turgon. I know not of whence you people have come from, and I doubt that you know either. You are currently in Middle-Earth, at the outer gate of Gondolin, an Elven city known to few or none save those inside now, therefore the need for such secrecy and security in these troubled times. Melkor, the dark lord, is at large, and the sons of Feanor, creator of three maginificent jewels called the silmarils, are out for revenge. Perhaps I should start at the beginning. Feanor, on of us elves, created three jewels called the silmarils, of which Melkor robbed from him. He, and his sons, swore an oath to the Valar to reclaim the silmarils, thus bringing a curse upon them all, which has led to the kinslaying between us, and much strife that now most likely can never be undone. How you came to be here, or why, I do not know.'
Understanding slowly began to dawn upon the others, and while Ren sat there, bored to Mando's halls, the rest questioned the elf lord, who was glaring daggers at the nonchalent Ren various times throughout his interrogation. Finally, after all had been cleared up, the students began to converse among themselves. Ren joined Shu Wen and Inez, resulting in the Clashes of The Languages. (All here who speak Spanish, please for give me. Blame Inez.)
'Deseo matar!' [I want to kill!]
'You're not the only one, I'll grant you.'
'Snarker.'
'What are we going to do? I'm bored to death!'BR>BR>
'Jing kang kor.' [Basically meaning not good, or a not good situation, I THINK. Hokkien/Teo Chew/Cantonese/whatever chinese dialect I just wrote is not my forte, as you can see.]
'You got that right. This is what you get when you plonk a couple of kiasi students and kiasu elves and a few unknowing teachers together.' [Kiasi- Afraid to die. Kiasu- Afraid to loose.]
'Cruse f cardiaque. Chemin au douleur desastre. Moi cerveau ne fonctionne pas' [Pardon my french. Basically : Heart attack. Path to pain, disaster. My brain is not working.]
'Sine qua non disaster!' [An indispensable condition for disaster.]
'Somos muertos muerta.' [We are dead.]