Chapter 7

Ok here's Chappie 7. R&R my precious!

"Anyone missing today?" Miss Bosworth, the Social Studies teacher, asked the class.

"Ibiza Moss, Miss" Naria looked up from her mobile to say to the teacher, "And Ashton's brain." Naria glanced over her

shoulder at Ashton, who rudely gestured back at her.

"OK, who wants to learn?!?" Miss Bosworth's candy-sweet voice dripped over the class.

"Not me, Miss!" shouted Ashton, seeking attention.

"Yep, he can't learn, sorry Miss! He learnt to eat, sleep and fuck, then, his brain was full!" Naria smirked as the class

giggled. Ashton blushed at this and sat silently.

"Miss Knightly! Could you please report to the Principles office? I do not appreciate your use of language and I am

sick of your smart remarks!" ordered Miss Bosworth.

"Err, what the fuck?" Naria replied with a confused look on her face.

"Naria Knightly! Please excuse yourself from my room AT ONCE and take yourself to Lord Elrond's office! I am

appalled at your potty mouth!"

Naria gathered her school books and bag, stomping out of the room.

'Someone's on the rags!' Naria thought to herself as she stomped her Dock Martens down the hallway.

"Come JUMP with me, let's JUMP let's JUMP away!" Naria leapt down the hallway, singing out of tune. She passed an

open door to a History class and carried on her singing and leaping.

"Mr? Can I be excused from class 'cause there's a lunatic shouting and leaping down the hallway?" A voice came from

the History classroom.

"No, Timmy. That isn't a good enough excuse! If there was a lunatic singing and dancing the Salsa down the

hallway holding highly dangerous potion that could kill you with one drop, then I would let you go." Replied the

teacher. Naria had to stop her loon-dance because she was laughing so hard her eyes were filling with tears and she

had to clutch her stomach.

"Of course, you're Highness. We have reserved Rivendell's finest rooms for our guests, we want to make your stay a

pleasant one." The school secretary bustled past with an important looking group of people. Naria kept her gaze at

her feet and carried on towards Lord Elrond's office. She walked with a little more grace as she descended down the

stairs and walked swiftly across the courtyard to where Lord Elrond was standing, gazing at the gushing river.

"Lord Elrond," Naria curtsied, "I have been sent by Miss Bosworth because of my immature and insulting actions in her

Social Studies class. I ask of your forgiveness and of what my punishment will be." She finished reciting, always

knowing how to grease up her elders.

"Naria Knightly, mysterious mischief of Rivendell College. You have the great talent of greasing up to your elders,

don't you?" Lord Elrond said a distant look in his eyes.

"Yes, my Lord. I suppose I do..." a bewildered look played across her face, wondering how on Middle Earth (drums

signalling lame joke) he could have known what she was thinking.

"Indeed, I have picked up the knack from a wise wizard who passed this way many years back." Lord Elrond answered

her un-spoken question.

'Don't think of bunnies, don't think of bunnies," Naria pleaded her mind, "I'm thinking of bunnies, fuck." She bit her lip

furiously.

"Naria, we need to talk, let's take a walk." (Hey, it rhymed!) Lord Elrond glided along the path, Naria beside him.

"We have some guests, as you probably already know, in Rivendell."

"The King and Queen from Gondor? Yea, they passed me on the way here." Stated Naria.

"Yes, well the Queen would appreciate the company of a student before dinner tonight, a female student, to keep her

company and help her with a few errands and chores. Naria, I think you should do this." Lord Elrond finished and

Naria spat the gum in her mouth out, too shocked to think straight. "Well, what do you say?"

"Blah."

"I beg your pardon?" Lord Elrond's furry brow deepened. (You know, when he's pissed off his eyebrow takes over the

rest of his face)

"Sorry, my lord. It's just that...why ME? Why not someone pretty, preppy and popular like Naendia, your

granddaughter?" stunned Naria asked.

"Because I have a feeling this job will be perfect for you as when the Queen went to Rivendell College, she was in

many ways like you." Stated Lord Elrond.

"Well, if you insist Sir." Naria muttered, fiddling with a strand of her hair.

"Thank you Naria, you may retire for the day to prepare yourself." Lord Elrond finished and headed towards his office.

The bell rung out across the yard and the lone figure hurried towards her room.

So that's another chapter, I had to shorten it because it was too long. R&R!