A/N: Hey, welcome back! It's hard to write 10 stories at a time. Yes, I have 10. So, as promised, I continue the story and I give you all Denethor action figures if you review. Autographed, no less. So review.

Class Eleven: COMPUTER with LORD ELROND

"What now?" Asks Kid #1, feeling slightly woozy.

"Erm, computer." Says Kid #5.

"Yay. Something I'm good at." Kid #4 says.

They Kids walk into the computer lab and stand until the teacher comes in.

"Good day, mortals. I am your esteemed teacher, Lord Elrond of Rivendell. You may sit at any of the computers you choose." Elrond says.

The Kids do so.

"What a lovely bunch of mortals." Elrond says.

The Kids beam and smile, happy for the compliment.

"Now, let me tell you the rules. First, never try to hotwire the computer, that's very bad. And don't chew on the wires. Don't try to steal the computers or take them into the showers. And don't let any viruses loose, or you will see the side of me you'll never want to see. Understand?" Elrond asks, very stern.

"But, who would take a computer in a shower?" asks Kid #3.

"Legolas. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Lord Elrond." The Kids chime.

"Good. Now everyone open Microsoft Word and begin to type a five page essay on your life." Elrond instructs, as he sits down at his computer and begins to play the Sims.

"Uh, Lord Elrond? What if we can't make it a five page essay?" Kid #3 asks.

"What? I can easily make my life story 20!" Elrond says.

"Can we just play games instead?" Kid #2 asks.

"Fine." Elrond sighs.

The Kids all take a Sims disc. They proced to create the digital families. One Kid, #2, creates Sim Aragorn and has him get run over by a truck. Multiple times.

"Ok, Kids, it looks as though our class time together is done. I'll see you all shortly." Elrond happily says.

The Kids walk out of the Computer Lab and into the hall.

Class Twelve: COUNSELING with BOROMIR and FARAMIR

"Why do we need counseling?" asks Kid #2

"Because this wacky school thinks we do." Kid #5 says sadly.

The Kids enter a small room that has three doors. Boromir and Faramir step through the first two.

"Hey, remember us?" Asks Boromir evilly.

"Yeah." Says Kid #2, rubbing his shoulder.

"Now, we can't take the, er, 5 of you at once, so we've hired another employee." Boromir says.

"Enter Denethor." Says Faramir, almost terrified.

"Hey, you brats." Says Denethor.

"Now, the lot of you, queue up!" Boromir instructs.

Almost everyone lines up for Denethor, except for Kids #1 and #2. Kid #1 goes with Faramir and Kid #2 goes with Boromir.

"Ok. Counseling starts now." Boromir says, as he takes Kid #2 with him into his office.

"Line up, punks. One at a time." Denethor growls.

In Office 1 with Boromir and Kid #2...

"Now, tell me your problems." Boromir says.

"I feel like I'm hated. My father tried to kill me and I never knew my mother. I have a strange fear of fires and I think that no matter what I do, my older brother is better than me. My dad thinks that, too." Kid #2 says.

"Hold on." Boromir says, picking up a phone and talking to Faramir.

"Go with Faramir. He can help." Boromir instructs.

Kid #2 and Kid #1 switch places, so Kid #2 is with Faramir.

"Ok, Kid, tell me your problems." Boromir says to Kid #1.

"I am favored by my father. My little brother is dejected, but yet my dad seems to think that I can do anything. Recently, I failed something, but didn't tell him. I can never give my brother credit, because my father yells at me for doing so. Whenever I try to tell my dad he's wrong, he scoffs and denies it." Kid #1 says.

"Ok, Kid, feel good about the spot you're in. It can't be any better. You're living in the lap of luxury, don't blow it by being all nice to your brother." Boromir says, sending him out.

In Office Two with Faramir and Kid #2...

"I feel like I'm hated. My father tried to kill me and I never knew my mother. I have a strange fear of fires and I think that no matter what I do, my older brother is better than me. My dad thinks that, too." Kid #2 says.

"Well, that sounds a lot like my life. Keep trying to do what you think is right. Do what your father wants. He'll see that you're the real true son, and he'll remember that. Don't give up." Faramir says, sending the Kid out.

In Office Three with Denethor and Kid #3...

"Ok, brat, what do you have to say?" Denethor asks.

"Well, my parents always argue. I hate it. No one remembers I'm there." Kid #3 says.

"Run away from home." Denethor says. "NEXT!"

Kid #4 enters.

"Spit it out, punk." Denethor says.

"My parents spoil me. I hate it, I want to work for what I get." Kid #4 says.

"What? Are you insane? Enjoy your position." Denethor says. "NEXT!"

Kid #5 enters.

"What?"

"I feel like I know too much. Everyone thinks I'm a know-it-all, but I really am not. They say I'm a perfectionist, also. I aren't. I mean, I am not." Kid #5 says.

"Well, tough cookies, man. Just learn to be dumb and don't correct what everyone else does all the time. Lighten up." Denethor says.

The Kids leave their counseling session, more confused than ever.

A/N: You like? Well, whatever. It was fun to write. So, look for Football practice with Aragorn and Basketball with Boromir. Coming soon!