Substitute Teacher
Young Estel sat in a classroom with many elflings; they were waiting for their teacher, Lord Elrond to arrive. However, Elrond was stuck in a discussion with the heads of some near-by villages. He couldn't leave.
A substitute teacher walked into the room, looking for lesson plans. The plans, were in fact, written on the board. But since she hadn't noticed them the elflings weren't going to tell her such things.
"Now where did he put them?" She said more to herself then to the twenty students behind her. "What were you young ones doing yesterday?" The sub received many answers all pointing in the same direction.
"Nothing."
"We finished what we were doing yesterday."
"I can't remember."
"Something about some old guy, but we finished it."
Truly they were studying Eärendil, but everyone found that rather boring and confusing. A day off wouldn't hurt.
The sub, of course, didn't believe them. She spotted a pile of books in the corner. "Were you reading a book?"
"No," came an answer from the back corner of the room. "We don't know how to read." The entire class started laughing; they did know how to read. Well maybe most of them not very well. But they had all been reading for many years.
The sub sighed. "Well, if I can't find your lesson plans for today and you say you finished what you were doing yesterday, then I suppose you may have a study hall." The sub knew that they were lying but there was no sense in prying them for information she knew she'd never get.
In reality, what had happened to the lesson plans was quite ingenious on the elflings part. While the sub had been questioning the students Estel and his friend Laddur had been quietly sneaking up to the board and silently erasing the writing that said they were to be continuing reading The Light of EärendilThen the two troublemakers would sit back down and join in the 'confusing of the teacher' so as not to be noticed.
The 20-something students immediately started talking and not doing any other work. The sub had of course not truly expected this but just sighed and continued walking around the room. It was pointless to argue with elflings. Unless you were there parents or perhaps Lord Elrond, you usually lost.
One of the students in the class, Ertar, had casually tipped his chair back and was leaning against the back wall. Ertar had nothing to do and thought perhaps he could get more done outside the classroom then where he currently was situated. The sub continued to walk around the room talking to various students about a few random topics. Ertar quietly slid open the window and hopped outside into one of the many courtyards in Imladris. By the end of the class, everyone, except the sub, knew what had happened. Ertar would never live it down.
The next day Elrond walked into the class, a slight smile on his face giving him an at-ease air. Which truly was anything but the way he was feeling about this class.
"Good morning class!" The lord of Imladris greeted the young offenders cheerily.
"'Morning Lord Elrond." The class echoed back in unison.
"I hear you had a rather, interesting day yesterday while I was gone."
The class slowly slid down into their seats wondering exactly how much the elven Lord had heard. Elrond simply smiled at the effect he was having. The class knew what had transpired was wrong and he had the feeling the idea would never appear in any of their minds again. Especially since he was going to take better care of the lesson plans on future occasions such as these.
Elrond then looked directly at Ertar. "And I believe we have learned our lessons about windows haven't we."
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