Merry and Pippin started down the hall, matching strides almost perfectly as they strained under the weight of their schoolbooks. In fact, Pippin could make a fair bet that if he was to set them on a scale, they would weigh at least thirty pounds. His hair was in his eyes, and he desired to brush it to the side, but alas, he couldn't because his hands were clearly occupied. Merry was walking through the hall, hitting high fives with almost every person that they passed in the hall, most of them that he did not know and had not even seen before.
"Hey, Merino! Wassup?", A grunge teenager asked; he was obviously a senior by the way he was dressed and his general at-ease look. Merry stopped in his tracks, doing a knuckle bump with said senior.
"Nothin' much, Aragorn.", he said to the Senior, "What about you?"
"Ah, same here.", he said. Pippin raised an eyebrow curiously as he watched the two interact, how on earth did Merry know this guy when he was three whole grades older than him? The two seemed very comfortable around each other, but he felt creeped out by the general raggedy appearance of 'Aragorn', if that was even his real name. He took the chance to look at his schedule while the two discussed, using hand motions and friendly gestures, as he was unsure as to what his next class would be. And low and behold, he had foreign language next.
"Well, bye.", he heard Merry say as he waved. Thank god! The two continued walking along the hall, where they had to part their separate ways as the hall divided into two wings.
"Bye Merry!", he said, though the name Merino still hung in the back of his head. He desperately wanted to call Merry that, but it was probably a term reserved for homies only, and a homie and a friend were two different things. A homie was the guy that would lean on a wall at your side doing nothing for three whole hours, and a friend was the person who you would laugh with. He walked up to the door of the foreign language classroom, wondering what language it was exactly that he was going to be learning. As he walked in, it became quite obvious to him what language they must be learning by the yells and remarks that were flying across gthe classroom.
"I don't need to know this, for god's sake!"
"It's not like somebody's gonna walk up to me when I'm doing open heart surgery on a patient and ask, 'What is the number four in elvish?' I mean, come on!"
Elvish. They were learning Elvish, of all languages. This language was notoriously hard to learn, from what he understood, and he was going to have to do some mental preparation here. He looked around the classroom for where he would sit, and he saw Boromir wave at him.
"Hey Per, over here!", he called, waving his right arm like a drowning sailor. Next to him sat Legolas, who was flipping through one of the textbooks and making snide remarks under his breath. He was clearly bored, and so were all of the other students who weren't fighting amongst themselves.
"Greetings, class.", a man said, walking up to them, "I am your foreign language teacher, Mr. Sauron. This nine weeks we will be learning to speak Elvish. Now, can anybody tell me where the language originated?"
No hands went up. Legolas continued making his remarks under his breath as the teacher talked his head down and his blonde hair hanging in front of his eyes.
"How about you, Legolas?", Sauron prompted, looking at the elf.
"Huh?", the forward asked, looking up from the pages of the book, "What? What was the question?"
"The question was," the teacher repeated crossly, "Where did Elvish originate?"
"Racist!", he yelled, standing up in his seat and pointing at the teacher.
"Legolas, please sit down. Now explain to me, how am I being racist by asking you a simple question?", the teacher asked, obviously frustrated but trying not to show it.
"Like, you could have asked a dwarf, or a human. Why ask an elf?", he asked, the anger in his tone starting to lessen.
"Alright, Gimli, can you please answer the question?", Sauron asked, putting his hand to his forehead.
"I don't know the answer, Sir.", Gimli said, looking at his feet.
"Who needs to know this?!", a dwarf demanded.
"He has a point.", Boromir muttered in his ear.
"Yeah.", Legolas said.
Pippin raised an eyebrow, surprised. Legolas just shrugged.
"Even I hardly use it!", he continued, even though the bell had already rang.
"I have to go, man.", Pippin told him as he headed for the buses.
"Okay, bye!", he said, waving, "See you on the bus!"