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: Stupid, fat disclaimer! Anywho, I don't own the characters. He he.
Chapter 13- Protesting, Dictatorships, and Fights
It was the next day in gym, and everyone arrived ready to do gymnastics. Well, almost everyone.
"Down with gymnastics!" Aragorn yelled, holding his sign up high.
"No more backflips!" Éomer shouted.
"Forget handstands!" Gimli yelled.
"Boys…" Éowyn whispered to Rosie.
Suddenly, Thranduil walked into the room. "Alright everyone, time to- what in Elbereth's name are you doing?" he asked the boys.
"We're protesting!" Aragorn declared.
"Against gymnastics!" Boromir added.
"We're implementing our political rights!" Éomer yelled proudly. Everyone suddenly stopped and was amazed that Éomer had just used such a sentence. "What? I've been listening about politics in Celeborn's class!" he exclaimed.
Thranduil broke the silence. "Political rights? Protesting? What do you think this is? A democracy?"
"Maybe…" the boys replied in unison.
"You're wrong!" Thranduil corrected. "This is a dictatorship! I am the dictator, and you are my humble servants. The only thing you get from me is a grade, and you want a good one, don't you?"
Pippin then spoke up. "If you're our dictator, does that mean you can make us your eternal slaves, like Saruman did?"
"Saruman made you his eternal slaves?" Thranduil asked.
"Yeah, but we're planning on protesting that too," Faramir said, flipping his "GymnasticsTorture" sign over so it read: "Down with Orthanc!"
Thranduil thought a minute. "Well…" he finally said, "good luck with that. Now take your seats, boys!"
Suddenly, as Aragorn and Co. were walking sadly back to their places in line, a smile crept across Legolas's face. He then stuck his foot out and tripped the dwarf.
"Hey!" Gimli cried as he fell flat on his face. "What was that for?" he asked Legolas as he got up.
"What? I didn't do anything!" Legolas said innocently as Gimli walked off in a huff.
A few minutes later, Gimli got an idea of his own. Sitting behind the Elf, Gimli reached out and poked his back. "Oww!" Legolas cried out.
"Legolas, is something wrong?" Thranduil asked his son.
"Um, no, adar," Legolas replied, confused. He looked back at Gimli, just sitting in his place in line and watching the teacher. "Weird…" he thought to himself.
"So, Legolas, would you come demonstrate?" Thranduil asked.
"What? Oh, sure? Wait, demonstrate what?" Legolas asked.
"Pay attention, pen dilith. Would you demonstrate the balance beam?" Thranduil asked his son.
"Yes, adar," Legolas replied. He rose from his seat on the floor, and hopped up onto the balance beam. The class got up and gathered around, and Legolas did a quick, yet impressive, routing on the balance beam. He ended with a flourish, and when his father wasn't looking, a kick to Gimli in the face.
"Wonderful, Legolas. Now everyone, get to work on the equipment," Thranduil said to the unhappy students. Aragorn got to work on his backflip, such that it was. Éowyn went to the balance beam, Boromir went to the parallel bars, and everyone else went to, well, something else. And Legolas and Gimli were busy plotting ways to upset and/or embarrass each other.
Legolas was climbing up one of the ropes hanging from the ceiling. Gimli, seizing opportunity, walked up and shook it. "What the-" Legolas said from his high perch. "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he yelled as he hung on to prevent falling off. But as he slowly slid down the rope, Gimli stepped out of the way, clearing his name.
"ROPEBURN!" Legolas yelled when he jumped off at the bottom of the rope.
Thranduil rushed over to his son. "Legolas, you really must be more careful about shaking the rope like that," he said. "Go to Ioreth, the healing lady, and get some ice."
Legolas walked off toward the healing room, and meanwhile thought up new ways to torment Gimli son of Gloin…
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"GET ME DOWN FROM HERE!" Gimli yelled, clinging to the basketball hoop.
"Gimli, Gimli, Gimli, how did you manage to get up there?" Thranduil asked once the dwarf had gotten down onto a pile of tumbling mats.
"I remember stepping onto something, then flying through the air, and then, I was… up there," Gimli explained vaguely.
"Well, don't let it happen again, so you- NO Pippin! Get off the trampoline!" Thranduil yelled, leaving Gimli puzzled about how he had gotten up on the basketball hoop.
But it wasn't until he saw Legolas's smug expression that he realized…
& Meanwhile…
"Hi, Éowyn" The Witch King said as he walked up to Éowyn, who was practicing on the balance beam.
She looked down. "Oh, hi," Éowyn replied. "Would you like a turn on the balance beam?" she asked him.
"Um, no," he said. "I'm contented… just watching you… here," he said dreamily, with what would have been a stare if the Witch King had a face.
"Oh, alright," Éowyn said, now on her second time around the beam. She noticed him just standing there. "Hey, hey, are you ok? Hello?" she asked as she snapped in his face. "Whoa!" she yelled as she lost her balance and fell off the balance beam. Just in time the Witch King was startled out of his reverie and reached out to catch her.
"Thanks!" she said as he put her down.
"No problem…" he replied. "You know, you're really pretty…"
"Yes… Well, thanks for that comment," she said surprised as she got back up on the balance beam.
"Sooooooooo, are you busy Friday night?"
"Well…"
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Éomer ran up to Faramir. "Dude, that gothic freak is hitting on my sister!" he exclaimed.
Pippin suddenly popped up. "Yeah, and he's hitting on your girlfriend too!" he said, pointing at Faramir.
Both looked at the little hobbit. "You're hopeless," they said, and with that, they ran off.
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In the meantime, Gimli had managed to fall off the trampoline and get thrown against a wall. Legolas, on the other hand, had fallen off the rings and gotten knocked off the balance beam, and he currently had gotten his foot caught in one of the climbing ropes and twisted it around. The result: he was hanging upside down.
"Hello? People? Get me down! I'm upside-down here! Help!" But the students were already occupied with something else…
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"Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!" the students yelled as they encircled Éomer, Faramir, and the Witch King.
"Fool! No man can fight me," said the Witch King.
"I am no- Well, that doesn't really work here," Faramir said, catching his mistake. "I am a man! How about you, Éomer?" he asked, pushing Éomer forward.
"She's your girlfriend," Éomer replied, shoving Faramir back.
"She's your sister," Faramir countered.
"Wimps!" Aragorn shouted from the crowd.
"Fine, fine!" Faramir said unwillingly. He went up to the Witch King, and very carefully, gave the Ringwraith a small punch, then shielded himself with his right arm and closed his eyes, waiting for the worst.
"That's it? Do it again, c'mon!" the Witch King taunted. Faramir looked up, drew back his arm, when suddenly,
WHACK!
"You should know better than to ask a girl out, then try and beat up their boyfriend!" Éowyn said, whacking him again. "Freak!" she exclaimed, and she walked off.
Merry went up to the Witch King and shook his head. "That's wrong, dude, just wrong," he said.
As if on cue, Thranduil then blew the whistle, at which everyone left the gym. Well, almost everyone…
"Hello? I'm still hanging here! Upside-down! Will someone get me down? Please? C'mon people, did you just forget about me? HELP!"
A/N: Well, it took me a looooooooooong time, but I updated! After a long non-writing period, and finally some LOTR-watching, I had inspiration! Well, thought I, those people need me out there! So I sat down and finished this chapter. The idea of Legolas and Gimli having their "fight" in Gym was submitted by Arvodowen. And the whole Witch King/Faramir/Éomer/Éowyn thing was submitted by kingmaker. Thanks to both! And by the way, sorry about all the scene changing from the Legolas/Gimli argument and the Witch King/Faramir/Éomer/Éowyn thing, but that's the way it would best work, since it all happened at once.
Hmm, the characters aren't very happy, they've been waiting in Gym class for a looooooooooong time. So now for a special segment that I call:
The LOTR Characters Getting Mad at Me For- Oh never mind.
Larien is sitting at home on a winter evening, minding her own business and enjoying some LOTR-watching. Suddenly, she hears some faint yelling outside the door. Sounds like angry LOTR characters! she thinks to herself. She cracks open the door, and her suspicion is confirmed. It is angry LOTR characters! Suddenly the door is flung open by Merry and Pippin, and despite her ferocious struggle, she is dropped before the merciless LOTR cast of students.
Boromir: YOU!
Aragorn: You've left us in gym for a month!
Théodred: With, with…
All Students: HIM! (turn and point to Thranduil, who is tied up to a tree)
Larien: Egads! You freaky characters! (looks over at Gollum who is pouring kerosene all over a pile of the gymnastics equipment)
Gollum: (sings to self) Roasty toasty gym stuff, roasty toasty gym stuff…
Larien: And you're burning the gymnastics equipment?
Éomer: Well actually…
(beeping is heard)
Everyone: GAAAAAH! (all dive into hastily constructed bomb-shelter)
Students: Three, two, one…
Gymnastics equipment: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
Students: YES! Muahahahahahaha! (victory dance around burning equipment)
Thranduil: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Larien: I'm… disappointed! And Legolas! You helped tie up your own father?
Haldir: He was actually the main mastermind in the plan.
Larien: Gasp!
Legolas: What? Who else could've known he'd be at the karaoke bar every Friday night?
Larien: Double gasp!
Sam: But it was horrid!
Éowyn: While you've been gone, doing… whatever it is you authors do, we've been stuck in Gym waiting for this chapter to happen!
Gimli: And we've been stuck using that stuff! (points to now incinerated gym equipment)
Lothíriel: We couldn't take it anymore!
Gollum: Evil, precious, evil, yesssssss……
Goldberry: Um, yeah. What he said.
Larien: Fine, fine! I take your pity. I'll make Thranduil change the gym unit, and I'll update sooner. Maybe.
Students: (raise pitchforks and torches)
Larien: OK, OK, I will, I WILL! But now, there's one thing I've been meaning to ask you…
Aragorn: Yes?
Larien: Got another time bomb for my school's ping-pong equipment?