The four of them walked to history class, clutching their schoolbooks to their chests as they walked through the congested hallways. People, Elves, Dwarves, and hobbits were all trying to shove their way through at the same time,. and the traffic was NOT in two lanes despite all of the yelling from the teachers.
"Come on, we're in Mr. Sauroman's history class next.", Sam said as they walked into the classroom.
"No kidding.", Merry muttered as he sat down. There were many desks, and there was a dry erase board in the front of the classroom. On it was written in red marker: Warm-up: Turn to page 362 in the social studies book under your desk.
"Well, we should get started.", Frodo said, getting his book and turning to the page.
"The elves and the dwarves were both equally numbered, but the dwarves had axes where the elves had bows and mithril. The dwarves were also more at home in the mountains, so they were very easily able to drive off the elven forces--
"This is a bunch of Bull!", they heard a voice yell, "Everybody knows that the dwarves ambushed the elves!!"
"Oh really, Idiot?", they heard a deep, gruff voice growl.
"Really!", the first voice hissed.
"Be quiet! Both of you!", they heard a man's voice yell above both of them.
"Sorry, sir.", the elf said immediately.
The dwarf grumbled under his breath.
The teacher walked to the front of the class, and cleared his throat.
"Mister Greenleaf, would you please avert your attention from Arwen and look at the front of the class?", he asked the blonde elf they had seen on the bus earlier. His face turned a deep shade of crimson, as did the brown-haired she-elf's.
Some of the class laughed.
"Okay, now we may start class. Today we will start learning about the dwaf-elf war.", he said. A dwarf opened his mouth to speak, but the wizard was too fast for him.
"Throughout this lesson, no comments, no talking.", he told them, "And I will write out slips to the office."
"Oooh, scary, scary.", a dwarf said flatly.
The teacher glared, and continued the lesson.
"The elves invaded the mountains, in huge numbers. However, one third of them died on the journey. Who knows why?"
"I think I know the answer, sir!", a hobbit said.
"Yes, Rosie?", the teacher asked her.
"The elven forces were unprepared for the weather and the winds, and a lot of them got such severe windcough that they died."
"Correct, Rosie. The elves were unprepared for the weather and had only a few healers. The dwarves, however, were immune to this strain of windcough."
A couple of Dwarves made some weird chering noises. Pippin let his atttention wander across the room... Sam was staring at this rosie charcter, he realized. Probablly thought she was hot. Ah well, different strokes for different folks. Mr. Sauroman's words were all one endless stream of background noise to him, nothing of his uinterest. He laid his head down on his desk, he was tired, so...tired...
"Mister Took! Wake up this instant!", the teacher snapped.
"Mmrrphhh?", he murmured, slowly sitting up.
"The bell has rang, mister took!And don't let me catch you sleeping again!"
"Sorry, sir..", he muttered.
Please review, and yay, chapter 2 is up! A lot of these scenaris have actually happened...