SORRY for not updating in so looooong! I've had real CRAPPY writer's block, so I've found it hard to continue all of my fanfictions. I've either got writer's block for fanfictions, original stories, or both at the same time, and I had wonderful inspiration for original stories!

Sorry for the sudden change of POV. I haven't been able to continue the "Capture the flag" scene. Sniff I'm a terrible author sometimes. ;.; It was either no chapter or no more flag.

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Mr Triplet was in charge of detention, and Jack and Jade was one of the many people caught playing "Capture the flag". The rest of the school obviously had either managed to sneak back to their dorms or were party poopers, one of them being Riley. Of the four teens in their group, she was the only one that had managed to escape. Legolas was helping with supervising.

'Dammit,' muttered Cody. 'I hate this.'

'Cody,' said Mr Triplet sternly. 'Were you talking?'

Cody rolled his eyes and didn't answer.

'Cody?'

'No sir.'

'Good.'

Nobody did anything in detention – not that they were supposed to. Being bored was the punishment, though people could do homework, but nobody wanted to do that, though Jade always brought in an A5 notebook which she hid behind the rest of her books, so it at least looked like she was doing homework.

She was actually writing fanfiction. Legolas/OC fluff, to be precise. She tore the pages out of her notebook in disgust. She was terrible at writing detailed romances.

(Legolas was to later find the pages on the floor and turn pale after reading them.)

'Alright everyone,' said Mr Triplet. 'You may go.'

'Finally,' muttered Jade, as she departed the room ahead of Cody and Aiden. She wasn't in a good mood. After she had been captured she was in the "jail" for half the night – nobody had come to rescue her and neither did anyone else get captured. She was highly miffed with Riley for not coming to her rescue. Riley had not talked to her that night, even when the teachers found Jade and chucked her back into her dormitory, after giving her a detention, of course.

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'Alright… um… class, can you pile your ass thingies on my desk?'

Jade gave a giggle. 'Do you mean assignments, Mr Noir?'

'Uh,' Legolas gave her a sheepish look. 'Yes.'

There was some giggling in the classroom. Legolas tugged nervously on his shirt (something which he –still- wasn't used to). 'Put them on my desk, please.'

'OK!' screeched Jade. The class thronged forward and put their assignments in an untidy pile. Legolas frowned slightly and straightened them up. Teaching wasn't for him, and glimpsing the occasional picture of him in a locker was scaring him. He needed to get out of Sydney, or whatever they called it. He needed to get back to Middle Earth. He would even go to Moria, if he had no other choice!

The bell rang the second after that, and Legolas grabbed his mountain and darted out of the room as fast as the pens falling out of his pencil case would allow. He almost ended up squashed against the wall – it was lunchtime, and the students were eager to get out. He managed to fight his way through the crowd (princely manners would get you nowhere here), and struggled to get to the front office, where his own locker was. Legolas, being unorganised, had a very messy locker. He had learnt the Teaching Technique, though many students used it too. The Teaching Technique was used often because the lockers were so tiny, and the teachers had so many books. Students had less, so they could fit their books in neatly if they wanted to, but the messy ones used the TT anyway.

Legolas did this:

He opened the locker.

He threw his books in.

He slammed the door shut before the rest of his books (mainly grammar books) could escape and run free on the carpet below.

He leaned against his locker, panting. It served no useful purpose except to help the panter get over the shock of the carnivorous books of doom. They were minions of the One Ring, Legolas was sure. He really wanted to open them, and read them…

'Mr Noir,' somebody said. 'There's someone at the school gate wanting to speak to you.'

Legolas lifted his head. Mr Triplet. He was sure he was being stalked by the person. 'What is his name?' Legolas enquired.

'He won't say,' said Mr Triplet. 'But he says you know him. I thought you didn't know anyone here?'

'I don't,' said Legolas.

'He looks foreign, so he must be from your home country. He certainly looks dirty, but he acts all high and mighty. You'd better see him, he'll probably chuck a wobbly if he stays still any minute longer. He is fond of figeting.'

'Alright,' Legolas nodded, and almost bowed. He was getting used to Sydney-speak, but not to the customs. At least, not as fast.

He walked out of the building, and saw the stranger instantly, standing in rags at the front of the school, watching a group of four people (Jade, Riley, Cody and Aiden) talk about Lord of the Rings. Legolas knew why he was so interested in the subject as soon as the stranger wheeled around to face him.

The stranger was none other than Aragorn.

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BUAHAHAHAHA! EVIL CLIFFY!

What's even more evil is the fact that my terrible writer's block probably won't permit me to write much interesting plot for a while. -.- It stinks, I know. You'll probably find me lurking in my forum, or thecheeseturkey's, or something, and if you nag me enough I might finish the next chapter, but I've been itching to continue Family Wars.

Til next time!

Bean Da Blob.

(By the way – READ AND REVIEW! No flames. You know the rules. Don't like – don't read.)