Lord of the Rings: Middle Earth High

Summary: Merry and Pippin troublemakers, Aragorn and Arwen going to the prom, Legolas, Faramir and Éowyn in drama club, Boromir and Éomer football players, and Gandalf a science teacher? It's Middle Earth High, of course!

Disclaimer: If LOTR was mine, I'd be rich! But it's not…

Chapter 10- The Splits and a Crazy Lunch Helper

After Elvish, the students were rushing to get to Chorus class. Not to say they really cared, but last time they were late, they all had to clean up the entire football field as punishment, and the students did not want to do that again.

Arwen, though, for that day had decided to wear her new high-heeled shoes and miniskirt, both recently bought at the mall. However, she was having much difficulty walking in her, stylish, yet three inch high shoes.

Soon enough, the four minutes which were allowed for getting from class to class were almost spent, due to the fact that the chorus room was at the exact opposite end of the school from the Elvish room. And Arwen's walking problem wasn't making matters any better.

"Hurry up, Arwen! You're gonna make us late!" Faramir said.

"Run!" Goldberry called.

"Girl, in these shoes, this is sprinting!" Arwen called back.

"Oh, please," Éowyn muttered as she ran back and began to drag Arwen along by the hand.

"No! I can't go that fast!" Arwen yelled. "I'm not wearing tennis shoes!"

"I don't care! We'll be late again!" Éowyn yelled back as she pulled faster. Suddenly:

RIIIIIIIIIIING!!

"Not again!" Legolas said miserably.

"Come on!" Pippin yelled and the students began running as best they could.

Suddenly, Arwen slipped on a puddle of water, not seeing the yellow caution sign. As she and Éowyn went down, the students heard two yells from the girls. Éowyn got up quickly from the fall, but Arwen, in her skirt, was stuck very painfully in the splits.

"OWWWWWWW!!!!" she cried out in pain.

"Get up!" Éomer yelled at the girl.

"I can't!" she cried.

"I'll help you, Arwen!" Aragorn yelled as he rushed to her side.

"Show off…" Faramir muttered.

Soon enough, Aragorn had gotten Arwen up off of the floor, and the students, once again, were rushing off to class, with few detours this time, though they were already about five minutes late.

The door burst open, and the students finally rushed in and took their seats. "Sorry we're late, Miss Galadriel. Someone's shoes were an inconvenience on the way here," Éowyn explained.

"But you are late, even so," Galadriel said. "Therefore, today as punishment, we'll be singing THIS!" she yelled menacingly as she whipped out a copy of sheet music. "Bwahahahahaha!"

"Oh no," Legolas muttered.

"It can't be," Pippin said.

"It is," Merry replied.

"It's, it's…" Boromir started.

Éomer finished his statement.

"THE CHRISTMAS MEDLEY!"

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Soon their torture was over, and the students were off to their favorite subject: lunch. Merry and Pippin had actually gotten to leave class early, and were glad to be going. But when they remembered what they were actually leaving class for, they began to wish to go back.

Lunch duty was extremely boring. They would give out the food, and then work the register and ring it up. Merry was working the register; for fear that Pippin might make a mistake with the buttons.

But the other students had decided that this punishment wasn't enough. That for starting the humongous food war, they should be a little more disciplined. So they decided to have a little more fun with Merry and Pippin's lunch duty time…

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"Oh, PIPPIN!" Legolas called as he was buying his lunch.

"Yes?" Pippin replied.

"Can you get me a hamburger?" the Elf asked.

"But it's right there in front of you!" Pippin protested.

"So?" Legolas asked, starting to get on Pippin's nerves.

"Just take your stupid food and leave, Legolas…" Pippin muttered as he handed over the burger.

"Hey, Pippin! I need a napkin!" Aragorn yelled.

"And…"

"Can you get one for me, PLEASE??" Aragorn asked sweetly.

"Fine. Here," Pippin said, handing it over. "Lazy Ranger boy…"

"Merry!" Éomer called. "Merry! Hey, Merry! Merry! Merry… Merry!"

"WHAT DO YOU WANT, ÉOMER???" Merry finally turned around and yelled.

"Who, what, huh? I wasn't doing anything! Merry, you must be hallucinating or something. Here's my lunch money," Éomer said as he walked off with his lunch.

"Merry, does lunch cost a dollar?" Frodo asked.

"Yes, Frodo," Merry replied.

"Wow, really? I have never noticed."

"Frodo, it's been that way since preschool."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Frodo. I am sure."

"Wow! I never knew. Isn't that odd how things can be there, and you never notice them?"

"Can I just have your lunch money?"

"Oh sure! Here you go!" Frodo said as he walked off.

This went on for quite awhile. Soon, the voices started to get to Merry and Pippin. "Merry… Pippin… Merry! Pippin! Hey Merry! Pippin! Merry, Pippin! Merry! Hey, Pippin!"

The words swirled around their minds, filling them up, pushing out any other thoughts but the yelling of their classmates. "Merry… Pippin… Merry! Pippin! Hey Merry! Pippin! Merry, Pippin! Merry! Hey, Pippin!"

Finally, Pippin stood up and yelled in his delusional state: "ALRIGHT! WE DID IT! WE STARTED THE FOOD FIGHT! LOOK! HERE'S THE FINGERPRINTS! WE'LL DO WHAT YOU WANT! JUST MAKE THE VOICES STOP! MAKE THEM STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Ok, that was odd," Lothíriel commented after about a minute of silence.

"Yeah," Aragorn agreed. "But meanwhile, I need another napkin over here!"

A/N: Hey, that was a quick update!But I had to write this;it mademe feel better. I was a bit in the dumps today. After trying out for my school play, Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat, and after giving almost the best singing of my life, I got the role of… the butler. When I wanted Joseph or the Narrator, yee-haw, I'm a butler. So, instead of the Narrator, I get to be a butler and sing 4 lines about a dream, and 1 line about Joseph, and 3 lines with… the baker. 8 lines so easy, I know them already. Hooray. I bet the Narrator has, like, 300.

I know, I know, I shouldn't be complaining, but I'm still sad. Luckily for me, I have Middle Earth High to come home from school to, and Arwen to pick on. Bwhahaha! Sorry all you Arwen fans, but I just don't like her that much, so I make slip on the floor. That's life. By the way, I'd like to credit GoldenFaielf AGAIN for the miniskirt idea. Thank you soooooo much! I love it! But anyways, I hope you all have as much fun reading this as I did writing it! Next chapter will have a fun surprise… READ AND REVIEW!!!!!!!!