Okay, there are disclaimers on the other two chapters, so read those.
Author's Note: Just so you know, there's a reference to my other name that fits better than ApocalypticPyro in the fic, Dar Sala-at. Elladan uses it, and he's referring to me when he says it. Just so no one gets confused.
Request to meet the Fellowship! Review for us! And here are the review responses... err... I mean the review response, since only one person review... Come on people! Do the same!
Crystalline4: I'm glad you reviewed, and you like the story... From my part (Odeena), you can be in the interlude for sure! I'm glad you liked the last chapter There's a breif mention of you in this chapter and there's going to be more later. Hope you like what you see.
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Chapter 3: Of School and Headaches
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(Pyro's POV)
Handing my brand new Nissan X-Terra over to Haldir and Boromir greatly disturbed me. Why oh why did I always fall for Odeena's begging? It's a sad truth, really...Anyways, I had silently vowed that if anything happened to it, Odeena, Boromir, and Haldir would all be skinned alive and dangled over Mount Doom.
It was almost two hours before Haldir and Boromir returned from shopping, the back of my car loaded down with meats and vegetables. They had even picked up some fruit and a few deserts. As I helped them bring in the laden bags, I absently glanced at my watch.
"OH NO!" I shouted, followed by various elven curses that I dare not repeat in this PG-13 rated fic. "I'm late!" I dropped the three bags I was carrying and snatched my keys from a very stunned looking Boromir.
"Late for what?" he shouted after me as I dashed out the door.
"School!" came my distant answer. I jumped into my car and sped off, cursing to myself.
It was 11:30. School started at 9:00.
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Ah...the boredom of English class...After that morning's adventures, English was even less appealing than usual. I was anxious to get back to the Green Dragon and see how Odeena was faring. Stupid school...why did I have to go today? I had perfect attendance so far and was at the top of my class. Why?!
We were in the middle of an essay test on the most recent book we read, A Separate Peace (I, along with many of my classmates, firmly believed that Gene and Finny were not heterosexual, if you catch my drift). A few people from my class were coming to the party, such as Crystalline and Matt. Crystalline sat 5 seats and 2 rows in front of me. I could see her bent over her test diligently, her pen moving quickly and gracefully over the paper. Matt, too, was busy on his test, and he furrowed his brows in concentration as he wrote slowly.
A sharp knock at the door startled me from my thoughts, as well as waking up a few sleeping students in the rows in front of me. My professor, Mr. DeVillers, looked up from the book he was engrossed in and scowled, walking to the door and opening it with a frown.
"Yes?" he asked in his obnoxious southern drawl. Not that I have anything against people from the south...Most are quiet nice, but his voice was grating and nasal, something one grows to hate after a semester. "Can I help you?" I leaned towards the door to see who was there. Maybe someone had come to rescue me.
I thought right.
Elladan, Elrond's son and twin to Elrohir, stuck his head in, grinning.
"I'm looking for Dar," he responded. "Early dismissal."
"Do you have an excuse for her?" My breath caught in my throat. That elf better come up with a good excuse, and fast, because Mr. DeVillers didn't take light excuses and had been known to keep students back if he wasn't satisfied with the reason. Elladan's placid smile remained in place.
"Doctor's appointment," he replied calmly, flashing a paper for the man to see. Mr. DeVillers narrowed his eyes, glancing from Elladan's face to the paper, and back to his face again. I thanked the Valor that no one could read Elladan's true emotions from his face.
After what seemed like ages, Mr. DeVillers turned up towards the waiting students with a loud sigh and spoke.
"Ms. Sala-at!" he called. I plastered a look of mock surprise on my face and responded as sweetly and innocently as I could.
"Yes, Mr. DeVillers?"
"Someone's here to take you to your doctor's appointment." His tone had a nasty edge to it. Elladan waved curtly from the door. I stumbled to collect my books and shoved them in my bag. I practically ran down the stairs, leaving my test on Mr. DeVillers' desk. Walking through the door, I smiled to my teacher, who scowled at me and walked back to his desk. I waved to Crystalline and Matt, mouthing, 'I'll see you later.' They nodded and waved, before returning to their tests. I slipped out the door and shut it as quietly as I could behind me.
The elf's appearance startled me for a moment. He wasn't dressed in his usual elven attire, but in a white undershirt and a dark blue, short sleeve button down draped over his thin frame. He sported a pair of jeans and a pair of well-worn sneakers, and his hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail with the stray locks tucked behind his pointed ears. I finally snapped out of my daze and grinned up at him.
"Thanks," I said, swinging my bag over my shoulder.
"No problem, he responded, starting off down the hall after ruffling my hair. I scowled at him. "C'mon, you've got to get back to the Green Dragon." My eyebrows shot up as I followed him.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked in a demanding tone. He grinned back at me impishly.
"Nothing bad, I promise...Or rather, too bad." He winked. I sighed again, hitting my forehead with the palm of my hand.
I allowed Elladan to drive us home, with his favorite CD, the Trans Siberian Orchestra's Beethoven's Last Night, blaring in the speakers. We parked, and then started to walk down to the Green Dragon.
The closer we got, the realization of what was going on hit me like the whole of the Dark Tower falling on my shoulders.
The outer sidewall had been torn down, and the hobbits were building an outdoor tent-like...thing. I stared in horror and fell to my knees, which never actually hit the ground because Elladan caught me.
As I stumbled down the hill with Elladan's support, Odeena came out to meet us. She had a huge smile on her face.
"Thanks Elladan." She looked him up and down. "Nice outfit." He grinned.
"Your welcome. I figured this would be a bit less conspicuous than my regular clothes, plus these are a lot more comfortable." He pulled a lock of hair out of his eyes. Odeena grinned and turned her eyes back to me.
"How was school?" she asked, smiling brightly in that little way that always bugged the heck out of me when I was annoyed at her and she knew it. She had gotten awfully good at manipulating me lately. I scowled.
"Just dandy," I replied dryly. I ran a hand through my hair and pointed to the action going down at the Green Dragon. "What's going on? When I left, the wall was still standing..." Another grin. By the Valor, I could learn to hate that look. "Please tell me it wasn't another of Legolas' bright ideas..."
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Ta da!!! The end!!! How do you like them apples? We're still taking requests to be in the story! You can meet anyone, you know...
Review, por favor!
Author's Note: Just so you know, there's a reference to my other name that fits better than ApocalypticPyro in the fic, Dar Sala-at. Elladan uses it, and he's referring to me when he says it. Just so no one gets confused.
Request to meet the Fellowship! Review for us! And here are the review responses... err... I mean the review response, since only one person review... Come on people! Do the same!
Crystalline4: I'm glad you reviewed, and you like the story... From my part (Odeena), you can be in the interlude for sure! I'm glad you liked the last chapter There's a breif mention of you in this chapter and there's going to be more later. Hope you like what you see.
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Chapter 3: Of School and Headaches
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(Pyro's POV)
Handing my brand new Nissan X-Terra over to Haldir and Boromir greatly disturbed me. Why oh why did I always fall for Odeena's begging? It's a sad truth, really...Anyways, I had silently vowed that if anything happened to it, Odeena, Boromir, and Haldir would all be skinned alive and dangled over Mount Doom.
It was almost two hours before Haldir and Boromir returned from shopping, the back of my car loaded down with meats and vegetables. They had even picked up some fruit and a few deserts. As I helped them bring in the laden bags, I absently glanced at my watch.
"OH NO!" I shouted, followed by various elven curses that I dare not repeat in this PG-13 rated fic. "I'm late!" I dropped the three bags I was carrying and snatched my keys from a very stunned looking Boromir.
"Late for what?" he shouted after me as I dashed out the door.
"School!" came my distant answer. I jumped into my car and sped off, cursing to myself.
It was 11:30. School started at 9:00.
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Ah...the boredom of English class...After that morning's adventures, English was even less appealing than usual. I was anxious to get back to the Green Dragon and see how Odeena was faring. Stupid school...why did I have to go today? I had perfect attendance so far and was at the top of my class. Why?!
We were in the middle of an essay test on the most recent book we read, A Separate Peace (I, along with many of my classmates, firmly believed that Gene and Finny were not heterosexual, if you catch my drift). A few people from my class were coming to the party, such as Crystalline and Matt. Crystalline sat 5 seats and 2 rows in front of me. I could see her bent over her test diligently, her pen moving quickly and gracefully over the paper. Matt, too, was busy on his test, and he furrowed his brows in concentration as he wrote slowly.
A sharp knock at the door startled me from my thoughts, as well as waking up a few sleeping students in the rows in front of me. My professor, Mr. DeVillers, looked up from the book he was engrossed in and scowled, walking to the door and opening it with a frown.
"Yes?" he asked in his obnoxious southern drawl. Not that I have anything against people from the south...Most are quiet nice, but his voice was grating and nasal, something one grows to hate after a semester. "Can I help you?" I leaned towards the door to see who was there. Maybe someone had come to rescue me.
I thought right.
Elladan, Elrond's son and twin to Elrohir, stuck his head in, grinning.
"I'm looking for Dar," he responded. "Early dismissal."
"Do you have an excuse for her?" My breath caught in my throat. That elf better come up with a good excuse, and fast, because Mr. DeVillers didn't take light excuses and had been known to keep students back if he wasn't satisfied with the reason. Elladan's placid smile remained in place.
"Doctor's appointment," he replied calmly, flashing a paper for the man to see. Mr. DeVillers narrowed his eyes, glancing from Elladan's face to the paper, and back to his face again. I thanked the Valor that no one could read Elladan's true emotions from his face.
After what seemed like ages, Mr. DeVillers turned up towards the waiting students with a loud sigh and spoke.
"Ms. Sala-at!" he called. I plastered a look of mock surprise on my face and responded as sweetly and innocently as I could.
"Yes, Mr. DeVillers?"
"Someone's here to take you to your doctor's appointment." His tone had a nasty edge to it. Elladan waved curtly from the door. I stumbled to collect my books and shoved them in my bag. I practically ran down the stairs, leaving my test on Mr. DeVillers' desk. Walking through the door, I smiled to my teacher, who scowled at me and walked back to his desk. I waved to Crystalline and Matt, mouthing, 'I'll see you later.' They nodded and waved, before returning to their tests. I slipped out the door and shut it as quietly as I could behind me.
The elf's appearance startled me for a moment. He wasn't dressed in his usual elven attire, but in a white undershirt and a dark blue, short sleeve button down draped over his thin frame. He sported a pair of jeans and a pair of well-worn sneakers, and his hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail with the stray locks tucked behind his pointed ears. I finally snapped out of my daze and grinned up at him.
"Thanks," I said, swinging my bag over my shoulder.
"No problem, he responded, starting off down the hall after ruffling my hair. I scowled at him. "C'mon, you've got to get back to the Green Dragon." My eyebrows shot up as I followed him.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked in a demanding tone. He grinned back at me impishly.
"Nothing bad, I promise...Or rather, too bad." He winked. I sighed again, hitting my forehead with the palm of my hand.
I allowed Elladan to drive us home, with his favorite CD, the Trans Siberian Orchestra's Beethoven's Last Night, blaring in the speakers. We parked, and then started to walk down to the Green Dragon.
The closer we got, the realization of what was going on hit me like the whole of the Dark Tower falling on my shoulders.
The outer sidewall had been torn down, and the hobbits were building an outdoor tent-like...thing. I stared in horror and fell to my knees, which never actually hit the ground because Elladan caught me.
As I stumbled down the hill with Elladan's support, Odeena came out to meet us. She had a huge smile on her face.
"Thanks Elladan." She looked him up and down. "Nice outfit." He grinned.
"Your welcome. I figured this would be a bit less conspicuous than my regular clothes, plus these are a lot more comfortable." He pulled a lock of hair out of his eyes. Odeena grinned and turned her eyes back to me.
"How was school?" she asked, smiling brightly in that little way that always bugged the heck out of me when I was annoyed at her and she knew it. She had gotten awfully good at manipulating me lately. I scowled.
"Just dandy," I replied dryly. I ran a hand through my hair and pointed to the action going down at the Green Dragon. "What's going on? When I left, the wall was still standing..." Another grin. By the Valor, I could learn to hate that look. "Please tell me it wasn't another of Legolas' bright ideas..."
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Ta da!!! The end!!! How do you like them apples? We're still taking requests to be in the story! You can meet anyone, you know...
Review, por favor!
