Title: Life or Something Like It
Summary: High School, Lord of the Rings style. It's been done before, but I've tried to add my own spin and incorporate humor. It will be slashy, though there will be het, too. Mainly features Legolas, with Haldir, Aragorn, Boromir, Faramir, and Éomer included as well. Hobbits will come in later.
Disclaimer: Basically, I own nothing.
----(Author's Notes are listed after the chapter.)----
CHAPTER ONE: SUNSHINE, SCHEDULES, AND A SCARY NEW TEACHER
Opening his eyes just long enough to take another peek at the time, Legolas noted that it was now almost 7:00. He had set his alarm for about an hour ago, but when it went off, he realized that six was way too early in the morning and the alarm had promptly been knocked off the nightstand and to the floor where it had been cushioned by a pile of dirty laundry.
Man, I really need to clean my room, he absently noted, before discarding the idea on the basis that once clean, it would only be a few days before the room would once again resemble a pig sty. Oh well, what's the point anyway? he decided, just as a light knock sounded on his bedroom door.
"Can I come in?" the voice of his mother asked, slightly muffled as it drifted through the wooden door. Legolas groaned, but replied in the affirmative, rubbing sleep from his eyes and propping himself up in his bed using his elbow, as the door slowly opened and a stream of light flooded in from the hallway.
Legolas squeezed his eyes shut and turned away slightly as the light temporarily blinded him, and his mother let out a light laugh. "Morning, sunshine," she spoke cheerfully, stepping into the room and finding herself hard pressed to claim a space where the floor wasn't littered with clothes, papers, CDs, books, and other such items.
"Legolas, this room is a mess," she declared with a sigh, shaking her head slightly in consternation before deciding to let the matter go for the time being. "Aragorn's on the phone, sweetie," she informed her son, carefully maneuvering through the piles of junk so that she could hand the portable phone to Legolas.
"Hello?" Legolas, somewhat groggily, answered as his mother silently made her exit, shutting the door softly behind her.
"Morning,sunshine," Aragorn's voice joked from the other end of the line, followed by a loud chuckle.
"Ha-ha," Legolas replied sarcastically, knowing that that one would probably come back to haunt him later in the day. "What do you want?" he demanded somewhat shortly, not in the mood for Aragorn's teasing.
"Well aren't you in a rather sour mood this morning, sweetie," Aragorn responded with fake seriousness, having the audacity to continue with his teasing.
Legolas growled, starting to get really ticked off. "Do you want me to hurt you, Strider?" he asked threateningly, or at least as threateningly as someone who had just woken up could manage. Aragorn knew full well how touchy he was this early in the morning. It's his own fault if he ends up condemning himself to suffer my wrath, Legolas reasoned.
Aragorn merely let out another chuckle, dismissing Legolas's harsh words. "You know I could beat you any day. Actually, I just called to let you know that I'm going to be there at 7:30 sharp to pick you up. And you'd better be ready. You know how Haldir is when it comes to school. Somehow, I don't think he'd take too kindly to us being late, especially on the first day," Aragorn spoke truthfully, making Legolas groan and roll his eyes in exasperation.
"But the first day is the best day for being late," Legolas argued, "That way, you can always use the excuse that you couldn't find the classroom and the teachers will just let it slide. Besides, school doesn't start until like 8:00. Why the hell do you have to pick me us so freaking early?" Legolas complained, unable to keep from pouting slightly. Boy am I glad Aragorn isn't here to see that; he'd never let me live it down.
Aragorn snorted in annoyed amusement before answering. "Okay, first off, you know that explanation will never fly when it comes to Haldir. Secondly, school starts at 7:55, not 8:00. Jeez, Legolas, you're a senior this year for crying out loud; you'd think you'd know these things. And, finally, you know that if I told you that you didn't have to be ready until 7:40, you wouldn't get up until like five minutes before we had to go and you'd end up making us all late," Aragorn explained in what Legolas 'fondly' referred to as his 'you-must-be-a-dumb-ass-if-I-have-to-explain-this-to-you' voice.
"Fine, whatever," Legolas relented, putting just enough resentment into his voice to let Aragorn know that he wasn't happy with things but would go along anyway.
"Great. So, you're going to be ready at 7:30, right?" Aragorn asked, trying to make sure that Legolas would actually be ready on time for once in his life.
Legolas scoffed, unable to keep from displaying his displeasure. "Yeah, yeah. 7:30 sharp and all that," he replied somewhat sarcastically. "Now, I've got to go, since I have to start getting ready so that Haldir won't throw a hissy fit for making him late," Legolas finished acidly.
"Alright, see you in about 25 minutes," Aragorn reiterated, a fact which Legolas didn't fail to notice.
"Whatever. Bye," he spoke, hanging up the phone by pushing the talk button before tossing it lazily onto the other side of his queen sized bed. He lay there for a few minutes, contemplating getting up, before actually doing so. Stretching and yawning, he padded toward the bathroom, feeling the need for a nice, hot shower to wake him up a bit.
God damn Haldir, making me get ready by 7:30 in the fucking morning, Legolas thought angrily to himself as he silently plotted Haldir's demise while shampooing his hair. I think a nice, slow death would be in store. Yes, he must suffer for making me lose a good 15 more minutes of sleep.
Drying himself off, Legolas absently wondered what time it was as he ran the towel through his long, blonde hair which he was sure wouldn't be dry by the time school started. Whatever, it's not like it really matters anyway, he decided, wrapping the towel around his waist and padding back down the hall to his bedroom.
Glancing at the clock from its upside-down position on top of his dirty clothes pile, Legolas was disappointed to find that he only had ten minutes left until Aragorn was supposed to show up. Shit. I haven't even packed my school bags or picked out an outfit yet or anything.
Adrenaline rushing, he went into what his friends referred to as his 'hyper drive mode,' hastily scrounging around in his closet for something to wear. He settled on his favorite pair of baggy, black pants and a green shirt with a fireball design printed in black on the front. After donning the outfit, he went on a mad dash searching for his book bag and the school supplies he was supposed to have filled it with last night.
Unable to find the well worn backpack, he resorted to asking for his mother's help. "Mom!" he called loudly down the stairs as he hung over the banister, "Have you seen my backpack!" He could hear the sound of footsteps before his mother came into his line of sight, a slightly chastising look on her face as she stood at the bottom of the staircase.
"Sweetheart, what have I told you about yelling down the stairs?" she asked rhetorically, crossing her arms and waiting for an apology.
"I know, I know. I'm sorry, okay? But I really don't have time for this. I can't find my backpack anywhere and Aragorn is supposed to be here in like two minutes to—" his frustrated complaints were hastily cut off as the doorbell suddenly chimed. "Crap, he's already here," Legolas declared unnecessarily as he slumped down upon the banister in weary frustration.
"Your book bag is sitting down here by the door, dear. I knew that you wouldn't get it ready on time, so I did it for you. And there are pop tarts and a Propel sitting in the kitchen for you," his mother announced before turning to the front door and letting Aragorn in as Legolas ran to grab his shoes.
"I'll be down in like two seconds!" he called over his shoulder as he grabbed a pair of socks from his dresser and hastily put them on before shoving his feet into the black army boots that had belonged to his father. After adeptly tying the laces, he ran a brush hurriedly through his hair before rushing down the stairs to greet his friend.
"Hey," he acknowledged somewhat breathlessly, hugging his mom goodbye and suffering through a kiss on the cheek before shouldering his backpack and taking the breakfast his mother had prepared for him from Aragorn's hands. "Bye, mom!" he called as he and Aragorn rushed out the door, Aragorn smiling at the all too familiar sight.
"Will you never learn?" Aragorn questioned his friend, making his way to the driver's side of his silver pickup.
"What?" Legolas questioned in offence, wrenching the passenger door open and dumping his bag in the back before hopping in. He slammed his door shut and proceeded to eat his breakfast, or rather scarf it down, as Aragorn drove the five minutes to Haldir's house.
Gulping down the last of his Propel, Legolas grudgingly exited the vehicle in order to fetch Haldir. Just as he was about to knock on the door, however, it swung open and Haldir stepped out, hastily turning him bodily around and marching him back down the walkway.
"Hey!" Legolas protested in vain, "There's no need to manhandle me!" Haldir merely raised one eyebrow in a way that clearly said, 'Are you sure about that?' complete with sarcastic tone. Legolas merely sighed and rolled his eyes.
Upon reaching the truck, Haldir promptly signaled for Legolas to get into the backseat, which Legolas unhappily did, mumbling under his breath about death being too good for Haldir and how he was going to make him pay.
"Hey, Hal," Aragorn said in greeting, shifting into first gear and starting off again. Haldir merely glared at him and Aragorn quickly amended his statement. "Hey, Haldir," he emphasized, rolling his eyes.
"Hey," Haldir now replied, settling down in his seat and smirking back at Legolas, who was scrunched in the back. Legolas glared and stuck out his tongue. "Is that an invitation?" Haldir intoned lecherously as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"You wish," Legolas scoffed, shoving his friend in the shoulder as the other merely laughed. "Why do you have to be such a perv, Haldir?" Legolas questioned his friend, glaring at him half-heartedly.
"Study hard, play hard," Haldir responded, mimicking a guest speaker who had come to speak to the junior class last year. Legolas groaned.
"Oh please, don't give me that crap, Haldir. It's too freaking early and I'm not in the mood," Legolas declared, laying his head on the shoulder of Haldir's seat and closing his eyes. Maybe I can just rest here for a few minutes…
"Well, I'm always in the mood," Haldir replied, purposefully misinterpreting Legolas's words.
"Whatever," Legolas spoke in reply, too tired to dispute Haldir's implications. He smiled as Haldir ran his fingers through his hair and gently messaged his scalp. Despite his dirty words, Haldir was actually a pretty descent guy for the most part…and he gives really good messages.
"Wake up, sunshine," Aragorn suddenly broke in, parking the truck in the closest available spot and turning off the engine. Legolas opened his eyes and groaned at the sight of the school before him. Damn. "We're here," Aragorn announced unnecessarily, just because he knew that it would piss Legolas off.
Legolas, despite the fact that he knew Aragorn was just trying to annoy him, couldn't help but reply sarcastically, "Yeah, great."
Haldir snorted in amusement before opening his door and stepping out. He shouldered his bag before pulling up the lever that would lean the seat down so that Legolas could get out from the back. Little did he realize that Legolas was lying against the back of the seat, and when the seat came down, Legolas came with it.
"Ow," Legolas declared from his new spot, where he had fallen thanks to Haldir.
"Oops, sorry," Haldir intoned insincerely, shrugging his shoulders in a manner as to suggest it hadn't been his fault that Legolas had fallen and that he really didn't care even if it was.
"You're such a bastard, Haldir," Legolas announced, finally sitting up and glaring at his 'friend.'
Aragorn suddenly let out a loud, mock gasp from the other side of the truck, where he was gathering his stuff. "Legolas! What language! And on school property!" he said, sounding overly scandalized as he put a hand over his heart dramatically.
"Oh, fuck you, Aragorn," Legolas responded wearily, giving his friend the finger for good measure as he grabbed his stuff and let Haldir help him out from the back.
Aragorn simply smiled and shook his head slightly in amusement. "Now, now, that wasn't very nice, Sunshine. What would your mother say?" Aragorn asked laughingly.
"She wouldn't say anything," Legolas responded sharply, "Because you're not going to tell her. Unless, of course, you want me to tell yourfather about the time you—" Legolas was cut off as Aragorn hastily clapped a hand over his mouth.
"Say no more, Legolas," he commanded. "You're secrets are safe with me. Scouts honor," he declared solemnly, holding up his fingers in the Boy Scout pledge sign. Releasing Legolas from his clasp, he began to root around in his backpack searching for…well, Legolas wasn't exactly sure what it was that he was trying to find.
"Only you, Aragorn," Legolas said, rolling his eyes at his friends antics, though he secretly found them amusing.
"You know you love me just the way I am," Aragorn declared confidently, pulling out a piece of gum from the depths of his backpack and letting out a triumphant cry. "I knew I had one somewhere in there!" he explained to no one in particular, unwrapping the piece of gum and shoving it in his mouth.
"I do not even want to know how old that is or where it's been," Haldir announced prissily, scrunching his nose up in disgust. Aragorn merely shrugged, not seeming to care what Haldir thought of his display. Legolas merely laughed.
Suddenly he turned serious and let out a disappointed sigh. "I wish we had more classes together this year," he commented dejectedly, scuffing his boot along the uneven sidewalk and kicking a small pebble that happened to be in his path.
Aragorn let out a sigh as well. "Yeah," he forlornly agreed with Legolas, "but I suppose one class all together isn't too bad considering that I only have three classes here this year."
Haldir scoffed angrily, not really mad at Aragorn, but at the fact that he was 'abandoning' them. "It's your own fault that we only have one class together," he accused, "I don't know why you and Faramir had to do Work Based Learning this year."
Aragorn rolled his eyes, growing tired of the thoroughly debated topic. "Don't get mad at us just because we're smarter than you are. Work Based Learning is a good deal; we get high school credit for it and we get paid. Just because you didn't have enough credits to be able to do it…" he trailed off, his point already made.
Haldir glared, taking offence at Aragorn's comment. Wrapping an arm around Legolas's shoulders he loudly declared, "Well, fine. You and Faramir can go have your jobs and work your asses off until 5:00 every day. Legolas and I will just have to hang out without you. We'll probably have more fun with you gone anyway. And we get out at 1:30, so there." Legolas chuckled as Aragorn studiously ignored Haldir.
They were almost to one of the many entrances into the L shaped building, this one being the main one used by the seniors since it was closest to the senior parking lot, when a sudden shout stopped them in their tracks. "Hey, guys!" the familiar voice of Éomer rang out from behind as the sound of hurried footsteps hailed his coming. Aragorn, Legolas, and Haldir all turned around, Haldir's arm still draped across Legolas's shoulders, as they watched their friend approach.
Éomer smiled, happy to have found them since he didn't want to have to wander the halls by himself, feeling like a loser, until the bell rang. They all fell into step together and entered the building, heading down the hall that would lead them to the senior mixing area, where most of their friends would probably be, if they had even arrived yet.
"So, what do you have first, Éomer," Legolas questioned, leaning forward a bit so that he could see Éomer, who was on the other side of Aragorn, as he spoke to him.
Éomer paused a moment, mentally running through his schedule, before answering. "I have Calculus with that new teacher, what's his name…" he trailed off as he reached down to draw a crinkled piece of paper from his pocket. "Ah, here we are. Sauron. That's it. Sounds like some sort of evil video game character or something. 'Sauron the Destroyer'or some shit like that. I wonder what he'll be like."
"I guess we'll be able to find out together," Haldir intoned, gesturing to Legolas with a nod of his head in his friend's direction. "Legolas and I have Calc first, too," he clarified before reaching across and snatching Éomer's well worn schedule right out of his hand.
Éomer let out a sound of protest, more out of surprise than any real objection, before allowing Haldir to examine his schedule to see if they had any other classes together. Legolas leaned in so that he could see too, and mentally noted that he and Éomer had Studio Art together 4th hour along with AP Physics 3rd.
"God, how many AP classes are you taking this year?" Haldir suddenly cried in disgusted astonishment as he studied Éomer's schedule. "AP Calculus, AP US History, AP Physics, AP Literature…Sheesh, I thought you were supposed to slack off senior year, not take as many freaking hard classes as possible. At least you have art with Lego. And then we have PE together next semester…Hey, you don't have a 6th hour either. You, Legolas, and I will have to hang out or something…" he trailed off as he ran his eyes over the schedule once more, double checking it, before handing it back to Éomer, who shoved it in his pocket once more.
"Anyone know what Boromir and Faramir have?" Aragorn suddenly interjected. "I think we all have Physics together, and I know that Faramir has Work Based Learning, but what does the rest of their schedule look like? I mean, you guys all have calc together 1st; somebody I know has got to have AP Lit with me." Legolas chuckled mercilessly at Aragorn's dilemma, promptly receiving a light punch in the shoulder from Aragorn for making fun of him. Haldir glared at Aragorn in a 'touch-him-again-and-you-die' sort of way while Legolas just rolled his eyes.
"I think Faramir was planning on taking AP Lit, and since he can't take it 4th because of work, he probably has it with you, Aragorn," Legolas commented absently. He suddenly noticed Faramir and Boromir, along with Éomer's sister Éowyn, lounging on couches and chatting with a few other people in the senior mixing area and added, "You don't have to take my word for it, though, since Faramir is right there." He pointed over to the couches and they all proceeded to make their way over to them.
Boromir and Faramir were sitting on a couch together, while Éowyn and a friend of hers who had given her a ride to school sat on a couch facing them. They were all happily talking together and Éowyn looked perfectly comfortable in the senior mixing area despite the fact that she was only a junior this year. She and Faramir seemed to be getting along particularly well, a fact which didn't seem to bode well with Éomer.
"Hello," Éomer greeted in a less than pleasant voice, giving Faramir a heated glare before strategically taking a seat next to his sister. The gesture didn't go unnoticed by Éowyn, who not so discreetly rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders at Faramir in apology, making sure her brother didn't see the motion of course. Faramir smiled amusedly back at Éowyn, this action unfortunately not missed by Éomer, who glared daggers at his 'friend' for the transgression.
Legolas noted the mounting tension, pretty much solely attributable to Éomer, and quickly attempted to diffuse the situation. "So what classes do you guys have?" he asked the group seated on the couch as a whole.
Faramir shifted, breaking eye contact with Éomer, and turned to look at the new arrivals. "Uh…I have AP Lit first, then Ancient/Medieval History, and finally AP Physics. After that I just have lunch and then go to work," Faramir informed them, before scooting over on the couch and motioning for his friends to go ahead and take a seat.
Aragorn sat down first, leaving enough space for Haldir to sit beside him on the end of the couch. Legolas was left without a space, since the other couch was really only a love seat and therefore didn't have as much room, and frowned slightly as he set his backpack down and perched himself on the armrest next to Haldir. Haldir, however, had other plans, and unabashedly pulled Legolas down onto his lap. Legolas rolled his eyes in exasperation, but didn't complain.
Boromir chuckled at the typical display before proceeding to divulge his schedule. "I have Digital Design first, then Reading/Writing Workshop, then AP Physics, 4th is AP Lit, next is Human Anatomy, and 6th I have free," here Boromir paused, as if double checking that what he had told them was correct. "Yep, that's it. Now please tell me that someone else has got Digital Design first, too."
Legolas shook his head in the negative, giving Boromir an apologetic look. "Sorry, but I think you're on your own 1st hour," he informed his friend regretfully. "I have Calc, Ancient/Medieval History, Physics, Art, and Brit/World Lit."
"Hey, we have 2nd hour together!" Faramir suddenly exclaimed. "Donahue is supposed to be a hard teacher; I'm glad I'll have someone in there to study with."
Haldir suddenly let out a derisive snort. "Study, Legolas? Yeah, right," he commented sarcastically. "Legolas doesn't do studying, remember? I think it's the whole blonde thing," Haldir added, smirking.
Legolas immediately took offense and whipped around from where he was seated on Haldir's lap and glared at his so called friend. "I don't study because I am smart enough that I can get by without doing it," Legolas declared superiorly, sticking his nose regally up in the air, though his friends could tell that he was merely joking and meant no offense. "And what does my hair color have to do with anything?" Legolas questioned acidly, turning back to Haldir and narrowing his eyes.
Aragorn hastily came to Legolas's defense. "I'd have to agree with Legolas on this one, Hal. In case you haven't noticed, you're blonde too, so you're one to talk," he brought up, grinning at Haldir smugly.
Haldir didn't seem amused, however, and rolled his eyes at his friend. "You bring up a good point, Aragorn," he conceded, before countering with, "but I'm not naturally blonde, so it doesn't count." That said, he flipped his hair behind his shoulder, as if to dismiss the matter entirely.
"Are you saying that natural blondes are stupid, or airheads, or something?" Éowyn suddenly asked Haldir bitingly. Being blonde herself, she definitely had to side with Legolas on this one.
Éowyn's friend, another junior whom the rest of the group didn't know, suddenly spoke up from her spot next to Éowyn, feeling the need to diffuse some of the tension. "I'm sure he didn't really mean it. He was probably just teasing," she reasoned, hesitantly adding, "Besides, I think blonde hair is pretty." Here her eyes shifted to Legolas briefly and a light blushed colored her cheeks before she hastily averted her gaze.
Legolas only took notice of her words, though, and turned back to Haldir, sticking his tongue out childishly as if to say 'I'm right and your wrong. So there!' Haldir raised an eyebrow, a special talent of his that Legolas was extremely jealous of, and gazed at his friend, undaunted. "Is that another invitation, Lego? Two in one day. Wow, you must really want me!" he declared with all the seriousness that he could muster, before his mask faltered and he broke out into a lopsided smile, unable to help himself.
Legolas sighed, leaning back against the couch in a very put upon manner, as if dealing with Haldir was wearing him out, or perhaps merely wearing his nerves thin. Haldir merely laughed as the rest of the group joined in. Legolas glared at them all half-heartedly, feeling almost as if they were ganging up on him, although he knew it wasn't true.
"Aww...there's no need to pout, Lego. I was only joking," Haldir declared laughingly, hugging Legolas about the waist as he mocked him.
"I was not pouting!" Legolas exclaimed in indignation. Even if he had been pouting, which he hadn't, he would never admit to it in a million years. He glared at Haldir forcefully.
Haldir held his hands up in a gesture of surrender, chuckling softly to himself. "Whatever you say, Sunshine," he conceded, speaking as if to a toddler and using the nickname that Aragorn had been teasing him with earlier.
Legolas was about to reply, and a very nasty reply it would have been, but at that moment the first bell suddenly rang loudly, interrupting their conversation. Hopping out of their seats and gathering their bags, argument forgotten for the moment, everyone headed in the direction of their first class, hastily saying goodbyes to those that were heading to other classes. Legolas, Haldir, and Éomer headed off to Calc, while Faramir and Aragorn went towards Lit. Boromir glumly walked off to go to Digital Design, feeling somewhat neglected.
"Poor Boromir," Legolas commented quietly to his two companions, glancing behind him at Boromir as he shuffled off to class.
Haldir rolled his eyes at Legolas's sentiment, though he did agree that it sucked for Boromir. He was just glad that it wasn't him. "He's a big boy, Legolas. He'll be fine. I'm sure he'll find someone he knows once he gets there. And even if he doesn't, he'll make friends," Haldir reasoned, taking a left down the hall and towards their class.
With students crowding the halls, all rushing to get to their own classroom, it took Legolas, Haldir, and Éomer longer to get to Calc than they expected. They managed to get there just as the second bell rang. Probably the only day this year I'll actually be on time, Legolas mused to himself, letting out a slightly amused snort. I sure hope Mr. Sauron isn't a real stickler when it comes to tardies.
Thankfully, the three were able to find seats all together. Unfortunately, though, those seats were all right up front. Legolas got stuck being front and center, while Haldir sat beside him with Éomer on his other side. Legolas sincerely hoped that he wouldn't get stuck with this seat for the rest of the year. It would be just my luck.
Settled down in their seats now, the three turned their gaze up to the front of the room, where they could see a figure seated in front of a computer at the teacher's desk. They figured it must be Mr. Sauron; who else could it be? They couldn't see his face yet, because it was hidden by the monitor, and Legolas was nearly driven mad by curiosity as he waited for what seemed like at least ten minutes, though in truth it was probably only about thirty seconds, for the new teacher to print something out.
"Alright, class. First on the agenda is roll," the teacher spoke, standing up swiftly and affording Legolas, Haldir, and Éomer their first real look at him.
The first thing Legolas noticed was that he was quite tall, probably about six foot. He was of about medium build and seemed to be in pretty good shape. He looked to be in his mid twenties, though Legolas couldn't be sure since he had never been very good at judging people's ages. His hair was short and dark and he was fairly tan. What Legolas found most interesting, though, were his eyes. They were the most intriguing shade of brown, almost red in color, and very intense. They're kind of scary looking, Legolas decided as the teachers gaze swept across the classroom and paused on him for a moment.
"Legolas Greenleaf?" the teacher questioned, gazing straight at Legolas, who felt as if the eyes were boring into him. Intent on his examination of this new teacher, Legolas hadn't realized that the teacher had already reached his name on the attendance list.
Hesitantly he raised his hand and called out a soft, "Here," for good measure. He was sitting right up front, so he didn't have to worry about the teacher hearing him. The teacher stared at him for a moment longer, the act unnerving Legolas quite a bit, before making a mark on his list and moving on to the next name.
Somewhat unsettled, Legolas reached into his backpack for a notebook and pen. He doubted he'd need to use it at all today, since they were probably just going to go over a syllabus or something equally boring, but he figured he could always doodle if nothing else. Mostly, though, he wanted an excuse to not look at the teacher. He didn't know what it was exactly, besides the eyes, but the guy kind of gave him the creeps.
Maybe I can see about switching out when I talk to Mr. Gandalf this afternoon, Legolas pondered. He didn't want to switch out of a class that he had with two of his friends, and he really had been wanting to take calculus, but…I guess I'll just wait and see. Maybe he's not so bad, once you get to know him.
Author's Notes: Okay, another fic. To those of you reading any of my other fics: I'm sorry I haven't updated any of them in a very long time. I will try to get to them as soon as I am able. Anyway, this idea just kind of grabbed a hold of me and wouldn't let go, so I went with it.
I know that there are quite a few high school LotR fics out there, so the concept isn't really creative or anything, but I hope that I approached it a bit differently. The saying goes to 'write what you know.' Well, I know high school. Or at least I should, seeing as how I just graduated. I tried to write in a way that would make people able to relate and make it interesting and humorous. Some aspects of the fic are based off of things that I or my friends actually did (or still do). I hope that it is enjoyable to read.
As a side note: I know that the fic is not all that realistic and that it doesn't stay true to the characters pretty much at all. If you have a problem with that, then I'm sorry, but that's simply the way that it is. If you don't like it, perhaps you should find a fic more suited to your tastes. Please do not complain about it not being cannon. This is fanfiction, and therefore I have intentionally changed the characters and other things to suite my own needs and wants.
Anyway, I hope that any of you still reading this horrendously long author's note enjoyed the first chapter. I will try to make the second chapter just as long, but that means that it will probably take me quite a while to write, and since I have so many other fics that I really should be working on, the next chapter probably won't be out for quite a while. I apologize for that in advance.