Author's Note: Keep in mind Legolas isn't one of my favorite characters...I'm
still being nice to him :p
Chapter 6: End of the Day News
Gandalf, the wise old wizard that he was, decided he would skip his lunch break when it finally came. Exhausted from the horrifying needs of discipline he saw in his World History class, he sank back into his chair and closed his eyes.
When he opened them, a student stood before him sheepishly, with a piece of paper in her hand.
"Yes?" Gandalf mumbled grumpily.
She smiled weakly. "Umm, I was wondering, er, well, I don't think the grade for this essay is correct."
"Your grade? On that essay?"
She nodded quickly.
Gandalf groaned and took the paper from her rather impolitely. Quickly scanning the neat handwriting, he smiled at the girl before scratching out the red marked 84. With his own pen, he wrote in a larger grade: 74.
When he handed it back to the student, she gasped and ran out of the room without looking back.
Gandalf smiled and sank back into his seat, closing his eyes once again. He was getting the hang of this.
.o.
Legolas gasped, out of breath when he finally managed to dart into a classroom, overlooked by the crowd of screaming girls that had just turned the corner.
As he looked into the classroom he had interrupted, he noticed that everyone was staring at him. The teacher, a middle-aged balding man, politely asked him his name.
"Uhh..." Legolas scanned his mind for his name. "I, umm...Luke! Yes, Luke Greene!"
There were a few laughs, but mostly sighs from girls that had only just noticed his dreamy blue eyes.
When Legolas saw them, he grew tense until he realized they were still sitting at their desks. After the teacher had signed him in, the former elf took the only seat empty, which was in the front row.
It turned out he had luckily stepped into the right class: AP Government. The teacher began his lesson, and Legolas merely sulked. What was a prince of Mirkwood doing in this boring torture chamber?
The prince looked around him, noticing a few other bored students doodling or staring out the window. Most of the girls however, were staring at him. When he saw them, they blushed and looked away quickly. All except one. Legolas found her intriguing as the first girl not to swoon in his presence. She actually seemed to be one of the few to understand the lesson the teacher was giving, and she jotted down notes in her book occasionally.
She does not have the golden, sun-ripened hair of my people, Legolas thought to himself. In fact, it is not brown either. How does one get hair like that at all? He sighed. It's almost like a persistent flickering flame that never dies, like a sunset of scarlet fading against the emerald blue skies, like ---
"Mr. Greene."
The teacher's voice interrupted Legolas' thoughts, and the former elf finally managed to tear his gaze away from the girl, who was now standing and looking at Legolas quite agitatedly.
"Mr. Greene," the teacher repeated. Legolas looked at the teacher who looked rather puzzled. "May I help you? Class is over."
"Oh..." Legolas coughed. "Oh, yes, I was just, well, wondering if you could perhaps, uh, tell me a bit more about uh, what you think of our government at the moment..."
He caught a look at the girl out of the corner of his eye as she left, and he noticed how tall and slim she was ---
"Well, actually, why don't you tell me first of your opinion? I usually --- "
Legolas interrupted the teacher, realizing he would have to know something now.
"Could we maybe, continue this discussion next lesson? I just remembered, I have an...appointment..."
The teacher nodded with a smile, and Legolas hurried out of the classroom. Stepping out into the hallway, he quickly searched for any signs of the crazy girls he had so unfortunately encountered before. In doing so, however, he bumped into someone else.
"Oh, pardon me, I'm sorry," Legolas hurriedly mumbled.
He turned to find himself staring at the girl that had fascinated him so much before. She was even more interesting up close.
She, however, simply gave him an odd look.
"You know, Mr. Stevens won't raise your grade or anything if you attempt to create some form of intelligent conversation with him." She began to walk away but turned to look at Legolas just before she would disappear around the corner. "Not that you could actually create some form of intelligent conversation of the like anyway."
Legolas stood in the frame of the classroom's doorway, dazed. She smelt of the woods at home.
.o.
"I'll see you guys, uh, tomorrow then," Sam called as he waved to his newfound friends.
They grunted in reply. "Practice is in the mornings, weight room, 6:30 sharp."
Sam nodded and waved one last time before heading into the boys' bathroom. He was greeted by finally, some familiar faces.
In only a few moments, the whole fellowship was there, having survived their first day of this strange, frightening new world. Gandalf quickly ordered them in line.
"All right. First we begin with any reports of discovery of ways to escape." A few raised their hands. "Yes, Master Per --- er, what is your name again?"
Pippin grinned. "Luke Greene, sir."
"Luke Greene?" Legolas suddenly asked incredulously. "But that's ---"
Merry shoved him in the side and successfully silenced him. It was nice being tall.
"Yes, he is Luke Greene, and I am Nicholas Dane."
He gave a sly wink in Pippin's direction, while politely introducing all the other students.
Pointing at Sam, Merry said, "That is Mark Garnerre and Christopher Cory over there beside him," referring to Frodo. "The former elf is Peter Daniels."
Gandalf nodded.
"Very well then. Mr. Greene, proceed with your report."
Pippin grinned. "Well, my friend Nick and I, have come to the conclusion that we are trapped within these walls." He added with a laugh, "Which isn't so bad. I mean, we've become the two most popular kids in ---"
Gandalf coughed. "Thank you very much." He looked over at Merry. "And how did you both discover this, Mr. Dane?"
Merry rubbed his backside in remembrance. "Well, we attempted an escape and found ourselves ricocheted back into the hallway." He grimaced. "It hurt."
"Hmm..." Gandalf was silent for a moment. "Anyone else? No? Then, has anyone discovered anyone perhaps, that might help us, in our plight?"
Aragorn coughed, bringing everyone's attention to him as he stepped out of the shadows. "I think I, uh, know someone who would be willing to help. She is a, uh, teacher. From across the hall."
Legolas snickered, though no one knew why. Gandalf went on, "Very good. Anyone else?"
Pippin grinned. "I know one." He paused, and Merry went on, "Well, a few." Pippin snickered. "Maybe a lot."
Gandalf sighed. "Now then, how many?"
They both laughed simultaneously. "Who knows?" Merry said.
Pippin sighed. "Could be only ten."
"Could be a hundred," Merry added.
"Of course, fan clubs are always growing," Pippin murmured as an afterthought.
"A fan club?" Gandalf rolled his eyes. "All right. Anyone else?"
Gimli sighed. "Well, the janitors are almost nice. Seem willing to help if I asked 'em."
Sam smiled weakly. "And I know a few uh, friends, who would help."
Boromir shuddered. "Well, even if I don't like to admit it, there are a few teachers who would well, possibly help if I asked." He grimaced in remembrance.
"There's a girl in one of my classes..." Legolas trailed off with a dazed smile.
"Well, it seems that everyone has someone except..." Gandalf paused, his gaze falling on Frodo. "Christopher?"
Frodo looked down. "Well, I don't know anyone yet..."
Merry slapped him on the back heartily. "Don't worry. We'll find you someone, won't we, Luke?"
Legolas looked up, but Pippin stepped in front of him. "Yeah, sure we will, Christopher. Plenty of people in our fan club."
"Very well then. Does anyone else have any news of...home?"
Frodo looked up. "I do." He paused. "Uh, well, in one of my classes today, we had a lesson on one of the works of some man named...uh, I think it was Tolkien. And he wrote a book that had Tom Bombadil in it." The former hobbits looked up at the name.
"Tom Bombadil? How is the old chap anyway?"
Frodo shrugged. "I dunno. That's all I found out. It turns out that no one had read the chapters they were supposed to, so everyone just had to catch up. The teacher was really mad."
Gandalf stroked his beard. "Hmm...very interesting."
Merry gave a loud cough, and everyone turned to look at him. He and Pippin had been huddled together, whispering mischievously in one of the stalls before they emerged.
"Luke and I have an announcement to make."
Pippin grinned. "Yes. Nicholas and I are going to give a party in order to uh..."
"Discover more about this world," Merry interjected.
Gandalf continued stroking his beard. "Hmm...perhaps you have an idea there..."
Pippin nodded. "We should all invite those people we mentioned earlier, and then we'll be able to uh, compose ourselves in a more orderly fashion with the help of people already living here."
Gandalf continued stroking his beard. "Hmm...I will have to think about it..."
"Well, do tell us soon because we need to call our agents," Merry said impatiently, pulling out his cell. "I only have 75 minutes left for this month, and I don't want to waste time having to call people at the last minute."
Pippin nodded. "We should seriously consider getting Cingular Rollover minutes."
"Oh, I know. Isn't it outrageous how much they charge if you go over for just one --- "
Gimli coughed loudly, which seemed to be one of the only ways to get everyone's attention.
"I think I've found something rather interesting."
He walked over to a stall that he had previously taped up with his special janitor's tape. When he opened it, everyone gasped.
Gandalf immediately stooped down to examine the strange markings.
"Is it...?" Frodo wanted to know, his fingers suddenly itching.
After a moment, Gandalf rose with a serious look on his face. "It is...the Toilet of Power..."
.o.
A/N: Haha, yeah, the last idea was actually an a friend of mine's [wynngurl --- bet you didn't think I was actually going to use it, right? :p]...thank you again to all reviewers! I'm sorry if it's taken me a while to post --- the computer has been down. Curse this horrible computer. Toodles!
Chapter 6: End of the Day News
Gandalf, the wise old wizard that he was, decided he would skip his lunch break when it finally came. Exhausted from the horrifying needs of discipline he saw in his World History class, he sank back into his chair and closed his eyes.
When he opened them, a student stood before him sheepishly, with a piece of paper in her hand.
"Yes?" Gandalf mumbled grumpily.
She smiled weakly. "Umm, I was wondering, er, well, I don't think the grade for this essay is correct."
"Your grade? On that essay?"
She nodded quickly.
Gandalf groaned and took the paper from her rather impolitely. Quickly scanning the neat handwriting, he smiled at the girl before scratching out the red marked 84. With his own pen, he wrote in a larger grade: 74.
When he handed it back to the student, she gasped and ran out of the room without looking back.
Gandalf smiled and sank back into his seat, closing his eyes once again. He was getting the hang of this.
.o.
Legolas gasped, out of breath when he finally managed to dart into a classroom, overlooked by the crowd of screaming girls that had just turned the corner.
As he looked into the classroom he had interrupted, he noticed that everyone was staring at him. The teacher, a middle-aged balding man, politely asked him his name.
"Uhh..." Legolas scanned his mind for his name. "I, umm...Luke! Yes, Luke Greene!"
There were a few laughs, but mostly sighs from girls that had only just noticed his dreamy blue eyes.
When Legolas saw them, he grew tense until he realized they were still sitting at their desks. After the teacher had signed him in, the former elf took the only seat empty, which was in the front row.
It turned out he had luckily stepped into the right class: AP Government. The teacher began his lesson, and Legolas merely sulked. What was a prince of Mirkwood doing in this boring torture chamber?
The prince looked around him, noticing a few other bored students doodling or staring out the window. Most of the girls however, were staring at him. When he saw them, they blushed and looked away quickly. All except one. Legolas found her intriguing as the first girl not to swoon in his presence. She actually seemed to be one of the few to understand the lesson the teacher was giving, and she jotted down notes in her book occasionally.
She does not have the golden, sun-ripened hair of my people, Legolas thought to himself. In fact, it is not brown either. How does one get hair like that at all? He sighed. It's almost like a persistent flickering flame that never dies, like a sunset of scarlet fading against the emerald blue skies, like ---
"Mr. Greene."
The teacher's voice interrupted Legolas' thoughts, and the former elf finally managed to tear his gaze away from the girl, who was now standing and looking at Legolas quite agitatedly.
"Mr. Greene," the teacher repeated. Legolas looked at the teacher who looked rather puzzled. "May I help you? Class is over."
"Oh..." Legolas coughed. "Oh, yes, I was just, well, wondering if you could perhaps, uh, tell me a bit more about uh, what you think of our government at the moment..."
He caught a look at the girl out of the corner of his eye as she left, and he noticed how tall and slim she was ---
"Well, actually, why don't you tell me first of your opinion? I usually --- "
Legolas interrupted the teacher, realizing he would have to know something now.
"Could we maybe, continue this discussion next lesson? I just remembered, I have an...appointment..."
The teacher nodded with a smile, and Legolas hurried out of the classroom. Stepping out into the hallway, he quickly searched for any signs of the crazy girls he had so unfortunately encountered before. In doing so, however, he bumped into someone else.
"Oh, pardon me, I'm sorry," Legolas hurriedly mumbled.
He turned to find himself staring at the girl that had fascinated him so much before. She was even more interesting up close.
She, however, simply gave him an odd look.
"You know, Mr. Stevens won't raise your grade or anything if you attempt to create some form of intelligent conversation with him." She began to walk away but turned to look at Legolas just before she would disappear around the corner. "Not that you could actually create some form of intelligent conversation of the like anyway."
Legolas stood in the frame of the classroom's doorway, dazed. She smelt of the woods at home.
.o.
"I'll see you guys, uh, tomorrow then," Sam called as he waved to his newfound friends.
They grunted in reply. "Practice is in the mornings, weight room, 6:30 sharp."
Sam nodded and waved one last time before heading into the boys' bathroom. He was greeted by finally, some familiar faces.
In only a few moments, the whole fellowship was there, having survived their first day of this strange, frightening new world. Gandalf quickly ordered them in line.
"All right. First we begin with any reports of discovery of ways to escape." A few raised their hands. "Yes, Master Per --- er, what is your name again?"
Pippin grinned. "Luke Greene, sir."
"Luke Greene?" Legolas suddenly asked incredulously. "But that's ---"
Merry shoved him in the side and successfully silenced him. It was nice being tall.
"Yes, he is Luke Greene, and I am Nicholas Dane."
He gave a sly wink in Pippin's direction, while politely introducing all the other students.
Pointing at Sam, Merry said, "That is Mark Garnerre and Christopher Cory over there beside him," referring to Frodo. "The former elf is Peter Daniels."
Gandalf nodded.
"Very well then. Mr. Greene, proceed with your report."
Pippin grinned. "Well, my friend Nick and I, have come to the conclusion that we are trapped within these walls." He added with a laugh, "Which isn't so bad. I mean, we've become the two most popular kids in ---"
Gandalf coughed. "Thank you very much." He looked over at Merry. "And how did you both discover this, Mr. Dane?"
Merry rubbed his backside in remembrance. "Well, we attempted an escape and found ourselves ricocheted back into the hallway." He grimaced. "It hurt."
"Hmm..." Gandalf was silent for a moment. "Anyone else? No? Then, has anyone discovered anyone perhaps, that might help us, in our plight?"
Aragorn coughed, bringing everyone's attention to him as he stepped out of the shadows. "I think I, uh, know someone who would be willing to help. She is a, uh, teacher. From across the hall."
Legolas snickered, though no one knew why. Gandalf went on, "Very good. Anyone else?"
Pippin grinned. "I know one." He paused, and Merry went on, "Well, a few." Pippin snickered. "Maybe a lot."
Gandalf sighed. "Now then, how many?"
They both laughed simultaneously. "Who knows?" Merry said.
Pippin sighed. "Could be only ten."
"Could be a hundred," Merry added.
"Of course, fan clubs are always growing," Pippin murmured as an afterthought.
"A fan club?" Gandalf rolled his eyes. "All right. Anyone else?"
Gimli sighed. "Well, the janitors are almost nice. Seem willing to help if I asked 'em."
Sam smiled weakly. "And I know a few uh, friends, who would help."
Boromir shuddered. "Well, even if I don't like to admit it, there are a few teachers who would well, possibly help if I asked." He grimaced in remembrance.
"There's a girl in one of my classes..." Legolas trailed off with a dazed smile.
"Well, it seems that everyone has someone except..." Gandalf paused, his gaze falling on Frodo. "Christopher?"
Frodo looked down. "Well, I don't know anyone yet..."
Merry slapped him on the back heartily. "Don't worry. We'll find you someone, won't we, Luke?"
Legolas looked up, but Pippin stepped in front of him. "Yeah, sure we will, Christopher. Plenty of people in our fan club."
"Very well then. Does anyone else have any news of...home?"
Frodo looked up. "I do." He paused. "Uh, well, in one of my classes today, we had a lesson on one of the works of some man named...uh, I think it was Tolkien. And he wrote a book that had Tom Bombadil in it." The former hobbits looked up at the name.
"Tom Bombadil? How is the old chap anyway?"
Frodo shrugged. "I dunno. That's all I found out. It turns out that no one had read the chapters they were supposed to, so everyone just had to catch up. The teacher was really mad."
Gandalf stroked his beard. "Hmm...very interesting."
Merry gave a loud cough, and everyone turned to look at him. He and Pippin had been huddled together, whispering mischievously in one of the stalls before they emerged.
"Luke and I have an announcement to make."
Pippin grinned. "Yes. Nicholas and I are going to give a party in order to uh..."
"Discover more about this world," Merry interjected.
Gandalf continued stroking his beard. "Hmm...perhaps you have an idea there..."
Pippin nodded. "We should all invite those people we mentioned earlier, and then we'll be able to uh, compose ourselves in a more orderly fashion with the help of people already living here."
Gandalf continued stroking his beard. "Hmm...I will have to think about it..."
"Well, do tell us soon because we need to call our agents," Merry said impatiently, pulling out his cell. "I only have 75 minutes left for this month, and I don't want to waste time having to call people at the last minute."
Pippin nodded. "We should seriously consider getting Cingular Rollover minutes."
"Oh, I know. Isn't it outrageous how much they charge if you go over for just one --- "
Gimli coughed loudly, which seemed to be one of the only ways to get everyone's attention.
"I think I've found something rather interesting."
He walked over to a stall that he had previously taped up with his special janitor's tape. When he opened it, everyone gasped.
Gandalf immediately stooped down to examine the strange markings.
"Is it...?" Frodo wanted to know, his fingers suddenly itching.
After a moment, Gandalf rose with a serious look on his face. "It is...the Toilet of Power..."
.o.
A/N: Haha, yeah, the last idea was actually an a friend of mine's [wynngurl --- bet you didn't think I was actually going to use it, right? :p]...thank you again to all reviewers! I'm sorry if it's taken me a while to post --- the computer has been down. Curse this horrible computer. Toodles!