Chapter 5
Disclaimer: I own Faramir's vomit, Eowyn's tissues, and everything else Tolkien doesn't want to own. Apart from that, nothing else is mine, apart from the story itself. I invented that.
If the principal had seen the state of his office, he would have probably become traumatised straight away. However, he was at least 100 kilometres away, if not on a plane flying out of the country, wanting to get as far away as possible from the lunatics now proceeding to destroy his office.
The dark hooded figure stepped out into the middles of the office and held up his hand. An icy silence descended upon the room, and everyone stopped doing whatever they were doing and was silent.
Then it spoke, in a chilling whisper. 'You have all been sent here on a task. That task is not done, and you have all failed.'
No-one spoke. No-one really understood what the person/thing/creature had said either.
Boromir was the first to break the silence. He was obviously still drunk. 'Dude man. You gotta let us know who you are first. Man, show us your face,' he said.
The hooded figure slowly turned to face Boromir. He tried hiding behind Faramir, who didn't like people hiding behind him while he was throwing up, so he tried to hide behind Eowyn, but Eowyn didn't want Faramir throwing up behind her, so she ran away and tried to hide behind Galadriel and started crying again. Galadriel thought Eowyn was a real coward trying to hide behind an elf of power, so she turned around and slapped the dark hooded figure around the face, because he was the one who started all this in the first place.
The hooded figure gave a loud 'OUCH!!' and held a hand up to his or her cheek. Suddenly the figure didn't seem so sinister anymore. 'And that's for making Eowyn cry!' she said, kicking the figure in the stomach. He/she fell over and clutched their stomach in pain.
'OK, OK, you can stop now!' they shouted. When Galadriel showed no signs of relenting, and raised her foot again, the figure started panicking.
'OK, GALADRIEL, YOU CAN STOP NOW!! STOP!!! STOP!!!' the person/thing yelled.
Everybody looked around in amazement. The shouting made it clear that it wasn't at least a retarded Nazgul or a deranged ranger.
Celeborn reached down and pulled the person/thing up to their feet. Everyone stared at them as the figure brushed his cloak down in a very business like way. If he had a tie, he would have straightened it. The hooded figure cleared his/her throat and stood up straight.
'Ermm...' the figure looked extremely uncomfortable. Boromir was still trying to hide behind his younger brother.
The figure fiddled with his hands, and then he slowly pulled back his hood. Everyone gasped and stared.
Disclaimer: I own Faramir's vomit, Eowyn's tissues, and everything else Tolkien doesn't want to own. Apart from that, nothing else is mine, apart from the story itself. I invented that.
If the principal had seen the state of his office, he would have probably become traumatised straight away. However, he was at least 100 kilometres away, if not on a plane flying out of the country, wanting to get as far away as possible from the lunatics now proceeding to destroy his office.
The dark hooded figure stepped out into the middles of the office and held up his hand. An icy silence descended upon the room, and everyone stopped doing whatever they were doing and was silent.
Then it spoke, in a chilling whisper. 'You have all been sent here on a task. That task is not done, and you have all failed.'
No-one spoke. No-one really understood what the person/thing/creature had said either.
Boromir was the first to break the silence. He was obviously still drunk. 'Dude man. You gotta let us know who you are first. Man, show us your face,' he said.
The hooded figure slowly turned to face Boromir. He tried hiding behind Faramir, who didn't like people hiding behind him while he was throwing up, so he tried to hide behind Eowyn, but Eowyn didn't want Faramir throwing up behind her, so she ran away and tried to hide behind Galadriel and started crying again. Galadriel thought Eowyn was a real coward trying to hide behind an elf of power, so she turned around and slapped the dark hooded figure around the face, because he was the one who started all this in the first place.
The hooded figure gave a loud 'OUCH!!' and held a hand up to his or her cheek. Suddenly the figure didn't seem so sinister anymore. 'And that's for making Eowyn cry!' she said, kicking the figure in the stomach. He/she fell over and clutched their stomach in pain.
'OK, OK, you can stop now!' they shouted. When Galadriel showed no signs of relenting, and raised her foot again, the figure started panicking.
'OK, GALADRIEL, YOU CAN STOP NOW!! STOP!!! STOP!!!' the person/thing yelled.
Everybody looked around in amazement. The shouting made it clear that it wasn't at least a retarded Nazgul or a deranged ranger.
Celeborn reached down and pulled the person/thing up to their feet. Everyone stared at them as the figure brushed his cloak down in a very business like way. If he had a tie, he would have straightened it. The hooded figure cleared his/her throat and stood up straight.
'Ermm...' the figure looked extremely uncomfortable. Boromir was still trying to hide behind his younger brother.
The figure fiddled with his hands, and then he slowly pulled back his hood. Everyone gasped and stared.