A/N I'm back from the dead! Good news, while I was among "the unliving" I finished this whole story…on paper…lol. Which sucks for me, cuz now I have to type it all up sighs is it worth it my dear Watson? Lol
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Lord of The Rings, though my lawyer is currently arguing with the gravestone of Mr. Tolkien…pitiful Mr. Lawyer…pitiful…
"Well," said Éowyn as she looked up at Daniella, "It was nice while it lasted."
Daniella rolled her eyes as her friend finished packing and said,
"Lasted? It didn't even start."
"Hey, don't complain," Éowyn chuckled at an attempted cheer up, for both of them, "At least you're not stuck with the 'High and Mighty Bitch of Rivendell.'"
"Yeah," replied Danielle, "I'm stuck with the elf who called her that.
Éowyn smirked and gave Daniella a hug.
"See you later," said Éowyn, reluctantly picking up her bags, "And give that elf girl my congratulations when she gets here."
Just then, the curly black-haired, green-eyed elf walked into the room.
"Congratulations," Éowyn said to her with a curt nod before sweeping out of the room.
"Um…what was that for?" Marial asked Daniella.
"Oh, for crowning that Arwen girl the 'High and Mighty Bitch of Rivendell' in front of the entire homeroom," Daniella grinned. Marial returned the grin, the shyness she had felt at first starting to disappear as she saw how different her new roommate was going to be from her old one.
"Well, somebody's got help her face the music," she replied, beginning to empty her stuff into Éowyn's old dresser drawers.
"Mmhm," Daniella agreed, "So, your name's Marial, right?"
"Yeah, Marial Athome, but call me Mary," replied Marial. She finished unpacking and sat down on Éowyn's bed.
"Daniella Spellding," Daniella said cheerfully. Marial frowned at the unfamiliarity of the name so Daniella added, "I just transferred here on account of the whole fact that this school, until just recently, wouldn't permit my kind in it."
Marial noticed on closer inspection that Daniella wasn't an elf, but a human. She smiled at her.
"I see," she said, "Well, I suppose we'd better get back to class before Lady Galadriel throws a hissy fit."
"Let's take a walk," Daniella suggested, holding up their late pass with a mischievous glint in her big brown eyes, "I never liked Divine Arts." Mary grinned.
"I like the way you think," she said as they both rose from the beds and left their room.
Éowyn stood outside the door to her new room for a while, trying to find an excuse to not have to go in…ever. When no inspiration struck, Éowyn cursed her apparently vacationing muse and shuffled into the room.
"I was beginning to think you'd forgotten how to open a door," Arwen said sweetly, causing Éowyn's cheeks to redden for the second time that day.
"Look Arwen," sighed Éowyn, "We probably got off to a bad start…but that doesn't mean we can't fix it. I mean; we're stuck being roommates anyway."
"You know what?" said Arwen thoughtfully, "I see your point, Maya…"
"Uh, it's Éowyn," said Éowyn rather patiently, "and…you do?"
"Of course!" chirped Arwen, "I mean, we at least have to tolerate each other."
"Really?" said Éowyn in disbelief.
"Uh…no," snickered Arwen, "Why would I want to associate myself with you?"
"Forget it then," said Éowyn, starting to unpack her things.
"Oh by the way…those two top drawers on your side are mine," commented Arwen.
"How so?" frowned Éowyn.
"Well," said Arwen, "I need more room for my new clothes…this may mean some of your clothes may have to reside on the floor, but it is a sacrifice I am willing to make." Éowyn gave her a look.
"You really are something," she muttered, and a few minutes later Arwen spoke again.
"So," she sneered, twirling a strand of her dark hair around her finger, "You like the new human king?"
"Aragorn?" said Éowyn in a higher voice than usual, "W-why? Do you?"
"I've got my eye on him," replied Arwen coolly, "So naturally it's only a matter of days…maybe hours, until he's mine."
"If you're so sure of yourself," Éowyn retorted angrily, "Then why are you checking out the competition?" Arwen tossed her mane of hair, threw her head back and laughed as if it was the funniest thing she's heard all day.
"Trust me, Maya," she smirked, "There is no 'competition.' And you're the last person I'd consider to be 'competition' anyway," she added sweetly.
Éowyn stood up, enraged.
"I…I have to use the bathroom!" she said forcefully, ignoring the fact that her dorm had a bathroom of it's own.
As she stormed from the room, she heard Arwen call after her sweetly,
"Hurry back! We don't want to be late for my grandmother's class!"
Éowyn rolled her eyes and turned around. Suddenly she found herself face-to-face with Daniella and Marial.
"Éowyn?" said Daniella, surprised, "What're you doing?"
"I could ask you the same question," Éowyn said rather darkly.
"Um…not abusing our late pass privileges?" offered Marial. That got Éowyn to grin…sort of…
"Speaking of which," said Daniella, struck by another idea, "Which one of you has the pass; you or Arwen?"
"I do…" said Éowyn taking it out and showing it to her, "Why?"
Daniella took the pass from Éowyn, pulled out a pencil, and completely erased Arwen's name from the pass.
"Let's go to class now, shall we?" suggested Daniella as the other two grinned.
"Hello girls," Lady Galadriel greeted them as Daniella, Éowyn and Marial walked into class a half hour late, "Do you three have a pass?"
"Right here, my lady," said Marial, taking the pass from Daniella and handing it to her.
"Ah! Thank you Marial, dear," said Galadriel, smiling as she carefully smoothed out the pass and lay it on her desk. Her smile quickly changed to a puzzled sort of frown.
"But where is my granddaughter?" she asked, "I'm nearly sure Lord Elrond informed me that my Arwen would be accompanying you here…but I don't even see her name on this pass," as she squinted to get a better look, Éowyn started to say something.
"Well, she was with us—OW!" Éowyn broke off as Marial elbowed her hard in the ribs.
"Idiot!" Marial hissed at her.
"Of course she was with us," said Daniella calmly as Marial and Éowyn stared at her.
"You see, my lady," explained Daniella, "Arwen was with us when we finished up packing. She encouraged us to stay with her in her dorm room the entire class period…"
"She did?" said Galadriel, raising her eyebrows ever so slightly.
"Yes, my lady," Marial said sadly, catching on, "You see, what she said…" Marial stifled a fake cry, "I'm sorry! It's just that Arwen's such a dear friend of mine, I'd hate to get her into any trouble…"
"Don't worry about her, honey," said Galadriel kindly, "Just tell me exactly what she said."
"Well," sniffed Marial, "Arwen said, 'I can easily afford to miss Divine Arts. Lady Galadriel's my grandmother; she's such a softy when it comes to me; her only granddaughter. Everything's always, 'yes Arwen, dear, of course, right away!' Besides Divine Arts is such a ridiculous subject. My grandmother's old age must obviously be catching up to her if she thinks that she's cut out to teach it…'" Marial trailed off for dramatic effect as the three girls watched Galadriel's eyes flash with anger, and her pale face darken to a deep crimson color.
Just then, Arwen stormed into the classroom and looked furiously at Eowyn.
"You—" she started.
"Arwen!" Daniella cried delightedly, flashing her a mischievous smile as Mary ran over and hugged Arwen.
"I'm sorry!" Mary cried in false despair.
"EW! Get off me you fag!" shrieked Arwen, pushing Marial off of her. She then looked up at Daniella and Éowyn suspiciously, and narrowed her eyes.
"What's she sorry for?" she asked, pointing a finger at Marial.
"It's okay Marial, dear," said Galadriel, in a voice of strangled calm, "Arwen shall face the consequences for her words and actions."
"What?" Arwen demanded.
"Don't play dumb," raged Galadriel, "I've heard all about how just because I teach this class, you find it optional that you attend it!"
"I never said anything of the sort!" cried Arwen.
"You dare lie to your grandmother?" said Galadriel, her voice rising dangerously, I've already heard a total account of the tale, as these three young ladies have kindly informed me of the reason of your absence."
"But grandmother!" protested Arwen desperately.
"Remove yourself from my class, and my presence!" shouted Galadriel, jabbing her arm at the door.
Arwen remained frozen, stunned.
"NOW!" shrieked Galadriel.
Arwen gave Daniella, Marial and Éowyn a death glance before storming out of the classroom.
A/N It's a miracle I FINALLY FINISHED TYPING UP THIS CHAPTER! The next one is all written up and ready to go when you guys are. Lol thank you so so so so SO MUCH for waiting this long my ever-patient, ever-wonderful reviewers! Now, make me proud…REVIEW! Lol the next chapter WILL NOT take nearly as long as this one did, lol.