Sorry I took so long, but… darn writer's block… .

Elven Dragon Rider: I couldn't write a slash fic if I tried, so you're in luck! And I'm not to sure who I want her with just yet. One of the teachers, to be sure, but I can't pick between the math professor or the lit one (you'll meet him next chapter. ). Tell me what you think, I'd love some second opinion on this!

Andra Mercuria: I'll do my best to write up to your standards!

Once again, I own little more that a nifty blue pen!

Taylor woke up at the loud jangling of bells, tumbling with a start out of the makeshift cot in the janitor's closet. True, it wasn't much of a bed, but it was all they could find for the night.

With a loud crash, all of the janitor's cleaning objects, a mop, broom, and various soapy mixtures came crashing down onto her head, knocking her, once again, down to the floor. She groaned, but pulled herself up again and turned to replace the fallen hoard.

As she turned, she came face to face with a short, wrinkled creature with yellow eyes, staring at her. She shrieked, and, for the second time that day, got attacked by cleaning materials.

Brandishing the broom, she advanced toward the creature slowly. "Who are you? What are you doing in here? WHAT ARE YOU STARING AT?"

The creature, seeing the broom, let out an unearthly cry, and jumped at her, ripping the broom from her grip and cuddling it close to him. "My precious…" he murmured softly, stroking the broom's splintered handle. After a while, he glared back up at her. "Sméagol is a janitors!"

Taylor held up her hands and backed away toward the door, too shocked to say much of anything. She opened it – and almost ran into Pippin, standing with his fist raised to knock.

"I've come to get you for breakfast!" He explained. Noting her pale face, he looked concerned. "What's wrong?"

She stared at him. "Don't ask, Pippin. Just… don't ask."

Pippin led Taylor through the crowd, careful that she didn't get too lost. Of course, it wasn't really necessary, because everywhere she went conversation stopped and the people parted for her. It actually made him rather proud, to be leading her around. Oh, wouldn't Merry be jealous over this one!

When they finally got to the lunch line, Taylor stared with trepidation at the darkly cowled lunch-ladies err- men. Pippin shrugged. "They look fierce, but all they do is scream a lot. They've been dubbed the Ringwraiths, but no one's really sure why. The name's been around longer than any of us have."

Never-the-less, Taylor kept her distance as she was served by the fearsome looking kitchen staff.

Pippin, once again leading, brought her to a small back table, already seating three other occupants. One, with sandy brown hair and pudgy features, smiled warmly and introduced himself as Sam. The others, a dark-haired thin one greeted as Frodo and a brown-haired mischievous boy introduced as Merry, both nodded to her. Grinning, she sat down with them, happy at last to be with friendly-looking people.

They compared schedules, and Sam ecstatically announced that they shared first period, Math. So, after the meal was cleared away and the students dismissed, Sam led her to the classroom. With a gulp, she pushed open the door, and entered her first class of her new school.

Walking to the teacher at the front, she held out her schedule for him to check, looking him over as he turned around. He wasn't all that bad looking, really, for a teacher. In fact, he was quite handsome, in a manly, professor sort of way. He had shoulder-length dark brown hair, deep brown eyes, and a small pair of reading glasses that graced the end of his nose. He smiled kindly, and motioned for her to take her seat. "Welcome, Taylor," he told her, his voice resonating. "I am Professor Aragorn. It's a pleasure to have you in my class."

Blushing, she took the seat beside Sam, who, mistaking the look on her face for anxiety, told her, "Don't worry! Professor Aragorn is a nice teacher! Not mean at all!"

With that, she burst out laughing.

Ok, as I promised:

Aragorn is the math teacher

Galadriel is the Headmistress

Arwen Deputy Headmistress

Gollum (or Sméagol, if you will) the janitor. Yes, the broom is his precious.

The Ringwraiths the Lunch-ladies.

Yes, there are many more, but you won't find out unless you review!