This chapter was much harder to do than the last. And thanks, Dryad Lady, for the tips! I hope my conversations look better in here, but Legolas's speaking is a mix of modern and formal speak, so he's supposed to look screwy, but the modern human's aren't meant to! Eep!

But they're not in this chapter.

Disclaimer: Ditto 1st chapter.

SO sorry for shortness. It was a small update or none at all.

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Legolas blinked in confusion. Was this Aragorn, or was it just the way the stranger looked? He had made the mistake of confusing another teacher for Eowyn, and he didn't want to embarrass himself again.

Before Legolas could make either the mistake of calling a stranger Aragorn, or calling Aragorn a stranger, the stranger (or Aragorn) greeted him. 'Legolas!' he said. 'It is good to see you at last!'

'Aragorn?'

'Of course! Who else would you mistake me for?'

'I mistook a maiden here for Eowyn a week ago,' Legolas winced at the memory.

'I see,' nodded Aragorn. 'Where can we talk?'

'Just here,' said Legolas. 'No one listens in here, unlike back home. They have no manners, despite this.'

'I have seen that,' Aragorn shook his head sadly. 'They push, they shove, they interrupt – it is horrible, they are worse than orcs.'

Though Aragorn was speaking seriously Legolas laughed aloud. He had finally met someone he knew!

'What are you doing here?' Legolas inquired.

'I heard you had disappeared, thanks to Sauron,' explained Aragorn. 'So I followed.'

'How did you get here?' asked Legolas.

Aragorn winced. 'Please, don't ask.'

'I already have.'

'I'm certainly not telling you.'

'But how can we get back?'

'I actually have no idea.'

Legolas nearly groaned aloud, but the manners he had retained from Middle Earth prevented this. 'How are you going to mix yourself in here?'

Aragorn frowned. 'Your speaking has changed,' he noted. 'But, nevertheless, I shall answer – I will follow your example and be a crazy, nutty teacher as well.'

'You need a degree.'

'A what?'

'A little piece of paper that says you're really experienced in this line of work.'

'Can't we just write the paper?'

'Calligraphy?'

'What?'

'Fancy writing,' explained Legolas. 'We use it back home, that's what the people here call it. Anyway, if we scribble an authentic looking signature – '

'Come again?'

'Like a seal. Anyway, if we do that, they should accept you. What would you like to teach?'

'Elvish.'

'What, for Tolkien? Um, sorry, I mean you could probably do that as extra curriculum or something.'

'What, Legolas, are you on about?'

'I mean that there is no actual degree for that. Maybe you can just tell the head teacher that you are fluent in Tolkien's language.'

'What?'

'Believe it or not, there is a book and a movie about us,' Legolas bristled slightly as he mentioned this. 'There's plenty of you dreaming about Arwen in there.'

Aragorn actually blushed.

'Come on,' said Legolas. 'To the front office!'