I still don't own any of the characters. O_o
-Present
The seneschal had trained warriors that were legends in there own right and had defeated a balrog. Not to mention the whole reincarnation thing. This would be easy as lembas. After all, how bad could a few sweet children be?
Upon the ninth chime, Glorfindel turned the door handle and walked in.
Glorfindel entered the classroom and smiled at all of the small faces staring back at him.
"Good morning class. I believe that you all know who I am, so upon the completion of the class role, we will continue with the remainder of the class." So far, so good.
"Elladan"
"Present Lord Glorfindel"
Glorfindel beamed upon hearing his title. He wasn't one to care if the little ones referred to him by his name alone, but it affected him all the same.
"Legolas"
"Present Lord Glorfindel, Seneschal of Imladris" The blonde youngster grinned at Elladan's obvious displeasure at being outdone.
"Faramir?"
"Present Lord Glorfindel, Seneschal of the realm of Imladris, Rivendell, and/or the Last Homely House, and former balrog slayer of the House of the Golden Flower of the fallen city of Gondolin." Glorfindel's smile was so wide that his molars were visible. He failed to notice that both Elladan and Legolas had slumped in defeat by the time that Faramir had gotten to the and/or portion of his response. Who could compete with someone when they actually said "forward slash" in normal speech.
"That was excellent young Hurin, but aren't you supposed to be in the second class?"
"No, Lord Glorfindel, Seneschal of the real-"
"Just answer the question please."
"No sir, Instead of finger painting, I translated all of our textbooks from the common tongue into the Sindarin and Quenyan dialects and Lord Erestor transferred me before I could begin the Rohirric translations."
"Umm, okay, that makes sense I suppose." Glorfindel wasn't too sure about this, but he wouldn't be doing this job for that long anyways. "Let's continue with Boromir."
"What?! oh! umm, yes, I'm here." The boy went back to looking out the window at the warriors in the sparring field. At this point Glorfindel wanted to forget all of this and watch too.
"Gimli" He looked up only to find the dwarf child sound asleep underneath the desk. He'd never get used to these strange little people. "Could someone wake him?"
"Sure, I've got it." Haldir replied with a smile. Glorfindel was quite pleased to see that the Silvan elf from Lorien was taking initiative. The little elf bent over the sleeping dwarf and yelled. "Wake up you stinkin, dirty dwarf! How dare you sleep in the presence of those that are better than you!" Gimli awoke with a start and mumbled something in dwarvish before climbing into his seat.
"In case you're wondering what he said, it was a curse upon the heads of all air-headed elves and their stuck up attitudes." Faramir added while doing something that looked an awful lot like Rivendell's yearly inventory list.
"Thanks, I think. I've met Haldir, umm Estel" He looked around as he was greeted with silence.
" Estel or perhaps Aragorn?" Silence greeted him and waved back.
"Lord Glorfy?" Elrohir looked at him nervously.
"It's Glorfindel, but go on Elrohir."
"Ada sent him to wash up an hour ago and he never came back."
"Say no more, I've seen you brother in action and he probably won't even make it back before lunch." Glorfindel had witnessed
the boy get out of a tub and fall into the soot filled fireplace before even getting the second foot onto the ground.
"Well now, that I have called the role we-"
"Glorfindel?" Elrohir cut him off and looked around with scared eyes.
"It's Lord Glorfindel"
"But, you said Glorfindel" His eyes began to tear up.
"Yes I did, but...forget it. What were you saying?"
"You forgot about Sauron and the thing over there." He said this while pointing at the suit of armor and the skeleton in the back of the class.
"Elrohir, I assure you that those teaching aids are not members of this class." He said this all matter of factly until said teaching aids turned around and glared. Well he couldn't tell with the suit of armor and the skeleton appeared to glare even when it's eyes were half open.
"How dare you (Glorfindel wasn't pleased to hear this opening line again. Just great, another huge ego to deal with.) not acknowledge your future tormentor who is second only to the iron fist of Morgoth the ruler of all of Middle Earth." He threw himself onto the floor face down and began to yell. "Bow down heathens and take your lashes with the thought of enslavement being your only reward." Too bad it only sounded like someone with a sock in their mouth.
"Are you finished?" Glorfindel didn't even bother asking him to repeat whatever he'd said.
"Yes, quite." Sauron stood and calmly wiped off his armor before taking his seat and clasping his hands.
"And you, umm" The elda looked around the class for a hint as to what he should call the skeleton thing and no one was giving him anything to go on.
"Mr. Lord Glorfy?" Thank the Valar! "Yes, Elrohir?"
"They just showed up today when Aragorn was trying to catch a fish in the fountain. We just watched as they caught the fish."
"You mean it took both Aragorn and umm it to catch a single fish?"
"No, just them." Elrohir said this as though speaking to someone who just wasn't getting it.
"Who was involved in the catching of the fish?"
"Them" By now it seemed as though the younger twin might have a panic attack if all of the attention was directed at him any longer.
"By Ulmo, Elrohir just point "Them" out." As he said this, Elrohir pointed at the skeleton thing.
Glorfindel looked on unimpressed until he noticed that the large eyes of said "skeleton thing" regarding him closely.
"Hello little guy umm guys...people?"
"No, we aren't peoples we're a Gollum, yes?" Following that completely baffling statement, the Gollum began to hack
and wheeze, making Glorfindel wonder whether he ought to give him some water or back away with a handkerchief over his
face. Sure elves were immortal, but it wasn't very wise to put that immortality to the test every five minutes.
"Very well then, Gollum, go sit by Elrohir." Glorfindel used this time to check Gollum off of his attendance sheet, and decided to add him again for future reference. Upon completing the checkoff list, Glorfindel figured that the worst portion of the day was over and that the remainder ought not to be too exciting. As if on cue, the sound of glass shattering destroyed his thoughts.
"Lord Glorfy! They're eating Melfluen"! Elrohir began screaming and pressing himself flat against the wall while Gollum calmly sat in his seat with the most serene smile and what appeared to be a ribbon hanging out of his mouth. Glorfindel had a sinking feeling after looking between said ribbon, the glass shards and water that seemed to spread outward from Gollum's position.
This day was probably looking to be the longest that he'd had in a long while.
Later that day...
Glorfindel looked about the classroom in wonder after the class had left. He'd gotten bitten by Gollum rescuing Melfluen the class betta. He'd had to allow the fish to use his favorite chalice as a new home, to swim, eat, and do his business in. Glorfindel had broken up two fights between Haldir and Gimli while preventing Sauron from making pentagrams on the floor with the fingerpaint. He'd made sure to tell everyone that the next day, they were to travel down to the river with a group of the younger children. Everyone was to bring their lunch from home and traveling gear. He'd have the advantage of being on familiar ground, so the liklihood of this first day repeating itself should be remote and nearly non-existent.
Or so he thought...
A/N
Wait! I do own a character! Melfluen the fish. That's really not saying much.
Sorry about the late update. It wasn't due to being sick or anything like that. I just had issues getting past the "Are you human?" portion of the log-in page. Are those things kid-proof or what? Oh well, that's my story and I'm sticking to it (with one or two added details of course ^_^)