Disclaimer: What I own collectively costs about 48 cents, a rubber band, and a rusted wooden spoon. If you REALLY want that, sue me for using characters that don't belong to me. Otherwise, just let me enjoy them for a brief moment in time. Except for Taylor. She belongs to me.

I dedicate this fic to Morgan, for introducing me to the wonderful world of fanfics; Merf, my plot bunny! (cuddles); and Wal-Mart, for supplying me (in trade for my money, of course) with all the M&Ms I'll ever need. We love you guys!

This fic is the child of a drunken muse and serious boredom! IT IS NOT MY FAULT! But, hey, it should provide for a few great laughs!

Just to warn you, aside from the general character names and personalities, this place has almost nothing to do with Middle Earth and their troubles. This is, basically, our world, with other-worldly people thrown in, with no knowledge of the fact that they really don't belong here. If you don't like that, I'm sorry, but I can't please everyone.

The Shire School for Boys had a pretty constant routine. The boys would wake up to the ringing of bells at seven every weekday, when they would stumble down to breakfast, dressed and ready in the school uniform, to start their day and head to their respective classes. It had a certain routine to it, the unmistakable air of regularity that no one could shake.

Until, of course, the new student arrived.

The county wanted the school co-ed. So, they would provide a "test case", a girl to enroll in the school for a period of one year, to see how things went. And, as it so happened, there was just the one, looking for a school from somewhere across the country.

Taylor Bennet, the perfect guinea pig.

Galadriel sighed, rubbing her temples. She tried to be a good headmistress, she really did, but how could they expect her to continue that when they kept throwing these types of things at her? The boys simply weren't ready for a female student!

But, there was nothing she could do about it now. So, with a sigh, she wrote a letter of acceptance to Taylor Bennet, from the Shire School. (Conveniently leaving off "For Boys", of course.)

Taylor Bennet stared at her mom, her heart sinking. Her mother, without asking her, had enrolled her in some random school across the country. Now, she had three days to pack, to be there by Monday, when her term started.

She tried to smile as her mother waved the acceptance paper around, announcing how "fun" it would be, how she would have such a great time, and meet so many new people and make wonderful friends. Grabbing the paper from her, Taylor looked it over.

Ms. Taylor Bennet

We are pleased to inform you that you have been cordially accepted to the Shire School, a boarding school of excellence. We believe that you will have a wonderful year with us, and look forward to seeing you Monday, August 23rd, 2004.

Expecting you promptly,

Galadriel, headmistress and Arwen, Deputy Headmistress.

This was going to be just great…..

The days passed quickly, without much ado, and, at last, Taylor stood in front of the main building of her new school, her luggage piled around her. It was labeled "The Shire" in huge black letters, with everything around it looking pristine and imposing, like any self-respecting private school would. "Here goes…" she murmured, pushing open the rather large front door.

The term had already started, but the people were nowhere to be seen. She assumed they were already in their classes, as the steady drone of voices filled the hallway from several different directions. Obviously this was the place she had to be, the gold-embossed "Front Office" a dead giveaway. Walking in, she sat down next to the other person waiting, a young boy about her age, with light brown hair.

Smiling, she shook his proffered hand. "Name's Taylor." She told him.

He grinned in return. "Pippin. Nice to meet you."

They were interrupted by the office door as a smart-looking woman, with her long black hair pulled into a bun at the nape of her neck, stepped in. "Welcome, Taylor! I'm Arwen, deputy headmistress. It's a pleasure to have you here, at the Shire school for boys!"

Wait, boys?

"Miss Arwen, there must be some mistake…."

"No mistake. You have the great honor of being our first female student here. Now, if you're ready to be shown to your classes…"

Taylor blinked as it finally clicked, and sank into a chair. "Oh, shit…"

She was really screwed over this time.

And that's all!

Next chapter I'll include a list of all the teachers and their subjects, but, so far, Galadriel is the headmistress, and Arwen is deputy.

I would be greatly honored if you would review!

And, if not, I will take all contributions of M&Ms possible, to keep my muse happy!