Authoress note: Err was I MIA for too long that all my readers had forgotten about this scary fiction written by someone as insane as the one currently typing these very words? Hmm…I hope so. This fiction is getting crazier and crazier. I think I'm crazy myself. But then again, who on earth is completely sane or in middle-earth for this matter? Elrond's eyebrow of doom perhaps………teehee………
Legolas stacked up his papers neatly on his desk and looked over smugly at Gimli who's still struggling with his notes. The elf picked up a ballpoint pen delicately with his slender, long fingers, brought it up to his face, and studied the workings in it. When he saw the little spring, housed neatly inside the body of the pen, a brilliant idea struck his intelligent mind.
He dragged his chair up close to where the innocent dwarf was sitting, stuck the tip of the pen in Gimli's thick hair and twirled it around. This produced an interesting 'ouch' from the owner of the hair and a killer glare from said person. Huffing, Gimli returned to read his notes for tomorrow's examination, trying to ignore the beautiful giggle, that sounded like the chime of a thousand silver bells, from the heavenly elf beside him. The elf's second attempt wasn't so successful, so was his third and the rest. The dwarf must be prone to this kind of torture.
Grinning, the elf hitched it up to the second level. He brought the pen close to Gimli's ears and clicked it twice. The result of such action was the clenching of the dwarf's hands on the papers, which proceeded to wrinkle it a bit, the papers, I mean. Legolas continued his annoying clicking of the pen, nicknamed by him, Legolas, as the APCä or better known as the Annoying-Pen-Clickingä of the most handsomest elf in middle earth. He was so proud of the name that he planned to advertise it on the NMET, or better known as the New Middle-Earth Times, along with the advertisement of shampoos that he's promoting. Anyway, back to the APC that is currently happening near Gimli's left ear.
The pen clicking continues for a few more seconds or so before a roar emitted from the very lips of a very annoyed dwarf who managed to pick up the table where he was previously using to put his notes on and haul it above his cute dwarvy head, aiming to crush the thing on the very handsome elf before him. But before the table could fall upon the golden head of our elf, he managed to skip away back to where he was in the beginning when they all (Aragorn, Frodo, Gimli, Legolas) had came into the room to study for tomorrow paper. The table fell into pieces harmlessly upon the tiled floor. Harmlessly, except for the unfortunate lil' ant which had so precisely crawled towards a tiny lump of sugar, imperceptible to the unobservant eye, at that moment and get crushed beneath pieces of the wooden table. The dwarf felt such remorse for the insect that he was silent for a moment that you couldn't even hear his heavy breathing. After the realization that he killed the poor creature sank into his tender heart, he picked up the limp form and made a little grave out of pieces of his notes and cried for a whole 3 seconds for the ant. Then he kicked it out of the way and sat down on his chair again.
The room became extra silent again.
Boromir crashed into the silent room, an aura of fury emanating from his very being, making him appear like a perverted maniac. Everyone's head, Aragorn, Frodo, Gimli and Legolas', which were previously bowed over, studying their notes, turned towards him. Then, there was absolute silence in the room, the only noise being from the light at the rear of the classroom that refused to stay lit and blinked noisily in an annoying rhythm, though not as annoying as the APCä, and the heavy breathing of the now surprised dwarf. Legolas looked over at Boromir and bit on the end of his ballpoint pen ever so sexily, blinking in wonder. Aragorn's face, which was previously in a hopeful manner, changed drastically when he found out that it was Boromir who banged the door open and not his lovely Arwen, came to whisk him away. Frodo was holding onto his eraser protectively and whispering "my precious………" in case anyone was to snatch it from him.
Boromir inhaled till the full capacity of his lungs and screamed, "I studied for the wrong paper yesterday!" before falling onto the floor where the remains of the pitiful ant had flown to with the wind and cried. Boromir cried, I mean, not the ant. It didn't even have the chance to do so. Aren't I wicked for not letting the ant have the chance to exclaim before dying? Or to do anything significant enough to capture the love of my faithfully weird readers? Like saying a romantic line or something? Its sole purpose in this fiction was to die. I AM wicked, huh?
ANYWAY, so Boromir was crying.
Frodo was the first to recover from the shock of seeing a grown man cry because he himself cried before, although I wonder if it's safe to consider him a grown man. So Frodo said, "Hey, that's no big deal. It's not as if your 'precioussss………' was taken away from you."
"Yeah," Gimli agreed, "You don't have a gay elf hovering around you every second of your life to torment you."
"I guess so………" Boromir replied. "By the way, what are we having tomorrow?"
"History!" answered an eager elf.
"Boromir! Just sit down and study already!" said an irritated ranger.
"Okay………" and Boromir sat next to the handsome elf called Legolas to study for tomorrow's papers.
Authoress note: Whee………that's done it! Are you disappointed that I didn't write out Gimli's answers for the previous paper? Can you guess how many times I've used the word previous in here? Why are there so many questions here in this authoress note anyway? I should say goodbye, huh? Is reviewing an easy job? Could you please review? Do you know that flames will be thrown to feed the orcs? Press the review button? Ok? Bye? Kill me? Haha? Ok? Ok? Bye?