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: A random fact: There is such thing as fried cheese. I want to try it. Sounds interesting, but anyways, I don't own LOTR, only the plot of this story!
Chapter 16- The Big Game
It was a few weeks later, and nothing relatively odd had happened, besides Pippin's mix-up with the rotten broccoli while on cafeteria duty, in which he gave everyone food poisoning. He and Merry were banned from cafeteria duty after that, by unanimous vote by the students, and, well, further detail won't be provided.
And so, finally, it was time for the big game, the first of the football season, between Middle Earth High and Mordor High School. The rivalry between the schools had existed for years upon years, probably since resulting from a former incident MHS principal Sauron and the former MEH principal, Isildur of Gondor. Something involving a Ring or something; none of the students really knew what had happened.
That day, Arwen came to school with a big box in her arms. She ran up to Lothíriel. "Our uniforms are here!" she squealed in delight.
Éowyn and Goldberry looked at each other and gulped. "Uniforms?" asked Éowyn.
"Of course!" Arwen said. "You didn't think you'd wear those clothes, did you?"
Éowyn looked down at her t-shirt. "What's wrong with my clothes?" she asked.
"Welllllllllllll, um… just take your uniform!" Arwen said quickly said as she threw the box at Éowyn, the uniforms flying everywhere.
Éowyn picked up one of the gold and black uniforms, holding it out in front of her like it was toxic waste. It's only for a few days, she thought to herself as the bell rang, only a few days…
&
The time had come. It was here. The game… the cheerleaders, the yelling, the field, the
"POPCORN!" Pippin yelled. "POPCOOOOORN!"
All of the Middle Earth High students, teachers, and viewers were sitting in the bleachers on one side of the field while those from Mordor High School were on the other side. Selling popcorn to Mordorian spectators, Pippin suddenly found himself face to face with an Uruk-Hai.
"Gaaaaaaaah!" Pippin shouted as he jumped back, spilling a bag of popcorn all over the Uruk. "Oops, he he," Pip chuckled as he backed away and suddenly took off to hide behind Gandalf.
"Done selling popcorn?" Gandalf asked the Hobbit.
"Umm, yes…" Pippin said as he sat down to watch the game.
Meanwhile, Denethor cheered on his firstborn from the teacher seats. "Go Boromir! GO SON!"
"What about Faramir?" Théoden, sitting next to Denethor, asked.
"Who?"
&
Éowyn, Lothíriel, Arwen, Goldberry, and Rosie were busy doing their routine. And Thranduil and Celeborn were trying to motivate the MEH team, the Eagles, but to no avail.
"So go out there and win one for MEH!" Thranduil said enthusiastically, receiving blank stares. "Um, Aragorn," he whispered, "now would be a good time for one your motivational speeches…"
"Ohhhhh." Aragorn nodded. "Alright." He began pacing back and forth. "Sons of Gondor, of Rohan! My brothers! I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me! A day may come, when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of Fellowship, but it is not this day! An hour of wolves and shattered shields when the age of men comes crashing down! But it is not this day! This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good earth, I bid you, stand, Men of the West… and East!"
He had been so absorbed in his speech that he'd not noticed that the whole crowd had become silent and had been listening to his speech. At the last word, a deafening cheer erupted from the Middle Earth side of the stadium, and Aragorn took a bow for his speech.
"Let's play some football!" Éomer yelled as the team ran out onto the field.
"The Eagles are coming!" Pippin said enthusiastically.
The team faced a team of Orcs, Goblins, and Uruk-Hai, but nothing could stop them now. Mordor started with offense. "HIKE!" an Uruk quarterback shouted in the Black Speech. The game had begun.
& Two quarters of the game later…
It was half time, and Mordor was leading 20-0 with 2 touchdowns and 2 field goals. Middle Earth was most definitely going to suffer a defeat. The team was in the locker room discussing matters while the MEH cheerleaders competed with Mordorian cheerleaders (more need be said?) and Gollum was tortured by having to wear the mascot costume.
"They've obviously stepped up their defense and offense," Faramir said.
"No duh," Aragorn replied. "Wait… did I just say 'no duh'?"
"Yep!" Faramir yelled. "You said a preppy phrase! I knew it! I knew it all along! I told you you've been spending too much time with Arwen!"
"People, people, concentrate!" Celeborn shouted.
"We need a new quarterback," Éomer said bluntly.
"EXCUSE ME!" Haldir, the current quarterback, exclaimed.
"Well, it's not like you're getting anything, according to the scoreboard!" Éomer replied.
"Do you wanna take this outside?" Haldir yelled.
"Bring it on, ELF!" Éomer yelled back, causing all the Elves and Men to start fighting amongst themselves (think of the Council of Elrond in FOTR).
Suddenly, Galadriel stormed in, and all was quiet. She started to talk. "My cheerleaders are getting tired, so you team members had better get yourselves together and stop bickering NOW!" With that she turned and walked out of the room, leaving the players speechless.
Haldir quietly said, "Legolas can be quarterback," giving up his argument.
"Good! Thranduil said and the team got their helmets back on and ready for the game. The team jogged back onto the field, and were about to take positions when Boromir suddenly asked, "Where's Legolas?"
Everyone began looking around for the elf. Éowyn, coming back from doing the routine, said, "He's probably back in the locker room. I'll go get him." Thranduil gave her the key and she ran off to open the door.
She stepped into the locker room to see no sign of Legolas. "Legolas?" she called. "Are you here?"
Little did Éowyn know that Legolas was on the other side of the locker room. While the team had been conversing in the locker room, Legolas had been filling his water bottle. Having spilled it all over himself the first time 'round, it took another try to fill the bottle when then he had to wipe off his uniform with a towel. By then, the team was already out of the locker room. Thinking that his fellow peers had abandoned him… again, he was looking for a way out, therefore not hearing Éowyn's calls.
"Legolas?" she asked again. "Where could he be?" she thought to herself.
Suddenly, Éowyn saw on the bench an extra uniform, laying idle for this game. She got an idea and quickly followed through with it…
&
Éowyn ran onto the field. Only, no one knew it was her, because of the football garb she sported. Her blonde hair resembling that of Legolas' spilled out the back of the helmet. Strangely enough, she was never noticed missing throughout the entire game.
She took Legolas' place as quarterback. Haldir hiked the ball to her, and she threw a perfect pass to Elladan, the wide receiver, and he passed the ball to Elrohir, the tight end, and he scored in the end zone.
Astonished, a huge cheer came from MEH fans as Mordorians looked on in disbelief. A touchdown in only one play? Incredible!
The game continued. Touchdowns, field goals, Éowyn could get them all. And soon, the score was close with 30-27, even close enough to win. However, Mordor just substituted in new players, and their defense would be nearly impenetrable, plus they were in the lead. And the clock: 30 seconds.
After 3 downs, MEH had only moved the ball eight out of ten yards, and were only on Mordor's 40 yard line. "TEAM CONFERENCE!" yelled Aragorn.
"Should we punt the ball and turn the offense over to Mordor, or try for 2 more yards?" he asked his teammates.
"There are 30 seconds on the clock," said Faramir. "If we punt it and give the offense to Mordor, they'll keep it and use up the clock to win."
Boromir agreed. "I say we go for two more yards."
"Alright," Aragorn said. "We'll go for the two yards. Anyone else got anything to say? Théodred? Legolas?" he asked.
Éowyn, thinking that she would be found out, just shook her head no.
Aragorn thought nothing of it. "123, BREAK!" the team yelled and they all took their places…
&
Haldir knew it was his time to go. He had waited all this time, and it was finally his moment. Everyone was watching him. It happened quickly. The Orcs crowded around him, but, despite the struggle…
He grabbed the ball and dove for the 50 yard line and made ten yards! The crowd erupted. The Mordorian team gathered to discuss matters. The team crowded around Haldir.
From the dive he had made for the line, his uniform was stained with dirt and grass, and his long Elvish hair was messed up and tangled. Not to mention the awkward position he was in. One arm was outstretched holding the football, while the other was up against his stomach, leaving him winded for a few seconds. However, despite the Aragorn's protests, he got back up and wanted to keep playing.
"But are you sure, Haldir! Please, if you can't play…"
"No Aragorn, I'm fine."
"But Haldir, I don't want you to get hurt or anything, and besides, we can probably still make the play. I mean, Boromir can play center, though, he almost knocked Legolas out last time he played it, but still-"
"Aragorn! For Elbereth's sake, just let me play!"
"Ok, ok, gosh!"
&
The clock read 20 seconds. The teams lined up at their places. Suddenly, Haldir hiked the ball to Éowyn, and she saw a clear path to the end zone. It was risky, but her split second decision was to try. She sprinted toward the goal line, Orcs falling behind in her path as they tried to tackle her. She kept running and, nearing the goal line, took the ball by both hands. As an Orc went to tackle her, she slid under his outstretched hands into the end zone for a touchdown. The buzzer sounded, and MEH had won!
The cheers were deafening as the whole team and the cheerleaders went to congratulate Legolas while Mordor stalked off after their loss. One can imagine the surprise, however, when Éowyn pulled off the helmet to reveal herself. The team stopped short. "ÉOWYN?" they all asked in surprise.
"That's the name," she said, watching their surprised looks.
"Wow," Faramir said. "And here I was thinking you were Legolas the whole time!"
"Yeah, where is Legolas anyways?" Goldberry asked.
"Who cares? PARTY AT OUR PLACE!" Elladan shouted as the whole company left cheering. Except…
&Unheard in the locker room…
"HELLO? PEOPLE! I'm still here! Let me out! Please let me out! Come on! ALRIGHT THE ROPE WAS FUNNY, BUT THIS ISN'T FUNNY, YOU GUYS! I KNOW YOU"RE THERE! LET ME OUTTA HERE!"
A/N: That was hard, describing a football game. Sorry about the delay, I was kinda dreading this chapter. If I did something wrong, tell me in a review, but please don't go all crazy about it. Also, thanks to reviewers kingmaker and LATMC for ideas. Amalita- sorry I didn't put your idea in, but it really didn't fit anywhere, as I didn't describe much of the actual playing. Hope that's okay!
BY THE WAY. 100! Actually, (as Bilbo would say it) ELEVENTY-FIVE! YES! I love you all! Congrats to Norma Jean the Dancing Machine, the 100th reviewer.
Not much else to say except that my school's out (about time!) and so I'll probably be able to get chapters up more frequently. Maybe even begin again on my old POTC story, Before It All Began. Hmmmmmmm…… the possibilities are endless. Well, going to get write some more (next chapter there shall be a fire drill, I believe) so check back soon!
Alright, the reviews were basically the same, so I'd just like to say thanks a bunch to:
Countess Jackman, Dramatica666, Norma Jean the Dancing Machine, Eleniel of the Stars, Faerlas, Primavera Took, Elven Dragon Rider, Frodo Fangirl, Amalita, One Feather, kingmaker, espergirl04, Alex Hemming LATMC, mz-turner, and empath89.
And by the way, to Nathalia Potter- Yes, of course, Peredhil, um… Just kidding. I have been informed that it actually means Arwen. I'll probably go back and change it later. Thanx!
Jeez, 6 pages! I guess that makes up for Ch. 15's shortness!