A/N Yay! People don't hate this fic so far! Lol.

Thank you everyone who reviewed! I really appreciate it! Oh and a special thanks to The Dark Wanderer, for knowing how to do accents so I can actually type Éowyn's

name the correct way! Yay for copy and paste! Lol. :-)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Lord of the Rings…ooo a butterfly…

Arwen's blue eyes focused themselves on the small crowd of people who had just entered the homeroom, smiling and laughing.

Arwen herself was perched on top of the desk that was dead-center in the room, surrounded by a swarm of admirers. Two elf-girls, Adowen and Amthiel, sat behind her, brushing her long dark hair and giggling.

Arwen narrowed her eyes at the new-comers. Their group seemed to be too close to the size of hers for her comfort…

"Ooo, Arwen, there he is!" squealed Amthiel.

"Who?" snapped Arwen.

"Prince Legolas," sighed Amthiel dreamily.

Arwen tossed her hair back and gave an imperious laugh.

"The elf-prince was last years prey-"

"He seems to have recovered from you dumping him pretty easily," commented Adowen.

Arwen glanced at the group of people she had chosen to dislike a moment earlier, and saw Legolas, laughing, with his arm around a girl she'd never seen before.

"Who is that?" asked Arwen.

"Must be one of the new human girls," shrugged Adowen.

"She is a human," piped in Amthiel, "Her name is Daniella-"

"I don't care what her name is," Arwen shot at her, "Like I said, Legolas was last year's hottie."

"So…" said Amthiel quickly, changing the subject, "Who's this year's hottie?"

"Yeah, Arwen, who's the lucky guy," smirked Adowen.

Arwen scanned the room. Her eyes settled on the guy on Legolas's other side.

"Who's he?" she asked interestedly.

"Another one of those new humans," said Amthiel, "Aragorn, son of Arathorn."

"I heard he's gonna be king someday," added Adowen.

"Ooo, a king this time," cooed Arwen, "I like. Well, ladies, I'm going to be his queen."

Arwen pranced off her desk and sauntered over to Aragorn and the rest of the new-comers. As she approached, everyone stopped talking and looked up at her curiously.

Éowyn, (who had been flirting with Aragorn) stopped mid-giggle.

"Hello," said Arwen sweetly, "Legolas, dear, why don't you introduce me to your friends?"

Legolas gave her a disgusted look which Arwen chose to ignore.

"Hi," she purred, "I'm Arwen," only she slurred her name so that it sounded like Arrrrrrrwen.

"Also known as the high and mighty bitch of Rivendell!" spoke up a voice from the corner of the room.

They all turned to see an elf-girl with a little longer than shoulder-length curly black hair and gleaming emerald-green eyes.

"And," she added, "Considering I've been her room-mate for every year I've spent at this school, I would know."

"Marial, honey, you must've woken up on the wrong side of the bed today," Arwen said sweetly, "Why don't you go take a nap?"

"Why don't you go fuck someone," Marial shot back, "If there's anyone that you haven't screwed over already in this school, which I doubt."

"There are a few," purred Arwen, smirking in Aragorn's direction.

Éowyn stood up, enraged.

"Will you just get lost, 'your highness,'" she snapped, "Stop acting like you're some kind of princess!"

Arwen giggled and flipped her long sheet of hair over her shoulder.

"But I am a princess," she said innocently and modestly.

"Um… Éowyn?" said Legolas.

"Maybe in your mind, but not in the real world, honey!" Éowyn said rolling her pale blue eyes.

"Éowyn!" said Legolas more urgently.

"You can't expect people to bow down and worship you like you're some kind of royalty!" cried Éowyn.

"ÉOWYN!" shouted Legolas desperately.

The whole room had started cracking up, led by Arwen's princessly laughs.

"She is a princess, you moron!" sneered Adowen from across the room.

Éowyn's cheeks flushed red as she turned around and hissed,

"Why didn't anyone tell me?"

Legolas gave her a revolted look and turned away.

"Her father's Lord Elrond!" snickered Amthiel.

"And since her father is principal of this school," said Lord Elrond, walking into the room, "He may find himself in a position in which he may find it nessecary to switch around room-mates. Arwen, Éowyn, you two have obviously just met, and should get to know eachother better before passing cruel judgement against eachother. Arwen, Marial, you two have obviously seen too much of eachother, or at least, more than either of you desire…"

Marial nodded vigorously as Arwen tossed her hair in response.

"Therefore," continued Elrond, "Éowyn, you shall be moving into Arwen's room, and Marial, you shall be moving into Daniella's room."

"Yes!" cried Marial, "No more…uh…nothing…" faltered Marial under Elrond's stare.

"Uh!" said both Arwen and Éowyn simultaneously.

"Um, sure…" said Daniella, a bit confused.

"Good," said Elrond firmly, "Now you four girls can go and switch rooms."

They all stared at him as if to say now?

"Well, what are you waiting for? The roof to cave in? Move along, girls." Said Elrond as the four left the room and split in two different directions.

The moment Arwen and Marial reached their room, Arwen pounced on top of her bed to watch, (and critise) Marial's every move as she packed.

Marial threw an armful of her clothes into a bag and sighed as she heard a disapproving "tut" and felt Arwen's hawk-eyes upon her.

"I'm sorry if my clothes wouldn't exactly fit into your slutty wardrobe," snapped Marial without looking up, "But I'd prefer not to prance around the school half-naked, picking up guys who only 'picked me up' for eye-candy and popularity."

"Maybe if you walked around the school completely naked, you'd be able to get a date with an Ent…but I doubt even a stupid tree would date you," sneered Arwen.

"I'd rather drown in my own depression and fall into a 'hole of despair' than take advice from you," retorted Marial, "And if you don't shut up, I'd be delighted to kick your ass."

"Are you threatening me?" said Arwen in a voice of icy calm.

"Yes," said Marial rolling her emerald eyes, "Do you want me to be more specific next time?"

Marial, done packing, stood up and crossed the room. She started to open the door, when Arwen cooed,

"You better watch your back this year. You and the rest of that little 'crowd.'"

A/N Umm, well I hope none of you like Arwen…lol. Please review! Thank you! :-)