OMG (I don't usually say that) so many reviews. . And three alerts! And two faves! Eep! Don't overwhelm meee!

Not that I don't like it. THANKS! YAAAAAY!

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Disclaimer: Same as 1st chap.

Oh, forgot to mention last chap – putting Leggy in a modern environment is a bit clichéd, which is why instead of making this a drop-dead-laughing fic (HA), I'm making him a teacher, like said in summary. Which, as far as I know, isn't clichéd.

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Legolas swore in Elvish, something that was extremely unusual of him. He rummaged around in a bin (something princes should NOT be caught doing), before finding a rather clean t-shirt, with few stains.

It seemed to be the kind of things that people wore around here, so he put it on, along with the jeans (that were slightly tight) he had found. He was starting to look like a regular human, since he had also cut his hair to chin length. It was jagged enough, but he refrained from making it any shorter on account of the ears he would need to hide. If anyone asked, he had no idea what to say, though the fangirls had mentioned something about plastic surgery, but he had no idea what that was.

Then, at that moment, Legolas's slim fingers foraging in the bin met a rectangle. He drew it out, and saw that it was similar to a portrait, but, instead of a picture, it was covered in glass and had words in it.

Pierre Noir

It was a degree. For teaching. Teaching creative writing, to be precise, as well as maths and biology.

Legolas knew what writing and maths were – the telling of stories into books (he put it) rather than into fire places and the delicate ears of eager children. Maths was the counting of numbers.

Or maybe creative writing was writing in fancy letters? Or maybe both?

But maybe this was his ticket to getting some money – he had noticed that Sydney, if that was what it was called, had a different currency to Middle Earth. No gold coins (except a couple that could hardly be called gold, Legolas noticed. He had found some on the sidewalk), but a few parchment-like items. They didn't actually resemble parchment much, but they were both thin and flat. He could find a small school. If he followed some teenagers discreetly in the early morning, maybe he could find one…

Something he would do in the morning.

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After spending a lonely and cold night in the alleyway, Legolas's internal clock woke him up at eight 'o' clock in the morning. Instantly, fearing oversleeping, he had checked the streets, full of large shiny beetle-like beasts. No teenagers or children as of yet; he still had time to prepare.

And so he did. He cleaned himself up as best as he could with a rag and a leaking pipe, trying not to make himself noticeably damp, but soon he noticed teenagers in identical clothes walking to seemingly-random places. Using a bag he had found in the trash, he had stuffed 'his' degree in there and set off,

Legolas remembered his own childhood as he selected a group of two boys and two girls to shadow. Being a prince, he had been homeschooled, but schools DID exist, but they were always small and rare. This school seemed to have been large, since everyone but a few was wearing the same thing.

Legolas pretended to be walking casually, keeping an eye on the four students he was following, but, as they went, he noticed more and more people wearing the same thing stream into the streets, so Legolas let himself be so careless as to lose the four teens.

Eventually he came across the front gate of a school, with a noticeboard reading, 'Welcome back to the new school year!' on it in unnatural writing which, Legolas learned later, were plastic letters.

He decided to risk going into the nearest building, which only some of the students seemed to be entering. Lost and slightly confused, Legolas carelessly wandered around, hoping something would happen.

And so something did.

'Hi, are you lost?' a voice asked. Legolas looked down four inches and recognised the boy he was talking to as one of the original four he was following.

'Yes, I am,' replied Legolas, seeing no other answer of which to tell the boy with.

The boy nodded in agreement. 'Are you a new teacher?' he asked.

'Um, I'm hoping to be,' answered Legolas. 'I didn't realise,' he lied. 'That they were taking in applications until recently.'

'You'll be lucky if you get a spot, but the staff are desperate for some new teachers,' the boy shrugged. 'I'll show you to the front office then.'

Legolas followed the boy, right to the front of the school, where he had started, then into another building.

'Here's the front office,' said the boy. He farted, pretended not to notice (though Legolas certainly did), and gestered to the woman at the reception desk. 'Just tell her you want to see the headmistress. Head teacher. Head egg. Whatever.'

'Right,' said Legolas, looking more-than-slightly confused. As the boy left, he approached the woman. 'Greetings,' he said.

'Good morning,' she answered without looking up in a thick German accent.

'I am here to see the head teacher,' continued Legolas, hesistating slighty. 'I'm applying to be a teacher, you see..'

'Bit late,' shrugged the German woman. 'But we'll see. She's in that door, I'll just let her know.' She stood up and walked to the door, knocked briskly and opened it without waiting for an answer. There was a protesting squawk behind the door, but the woman ignored it. 'There's someone here,' she said into the doorway. Because of the angle, Legolas couldn't see inside.

The German woman shut the door. 'Yes,' she said to Legolas. 'You can go right on in.'

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That wasn't too short, was it? Please let me know about any mistakes! With constructive criticism!

Also, be aware that since I live in Australia, some words are spelt differently over here too. I hope I haven't confused anyone! . Eep.