Students turned to stare at the four hobbits.
Oops.
An elf with golden hair eventually walked over.
"Through Caradhras' corridor, thirteenth room on the left."
"Thanks." And the four young hobbits sped off.
"I'm Legolas by the way!" The elf yelled over the bustling crowd.
Sam made the "OK" sign with his hand as he ran.
The hobbits came to halt as they reached the classroom. They slipped into their desks as the elven teacher walked in.
"Ok class, first things first," the elf started while handing out timetables to all the students.
"Crap," Pippin muttered under his breath. "We have Phys Ed with Haldir for first period."
"…and secondly, please be reminded that no students should enter the basement. The school balrog isn't in a good mood lately, and we do not want any char-grilled students in the campus. Now off you go to your classes."
Great. Just great. The hobbits headed for the locker rooms just as a stout figure with red hair came crashing into them.
"Curse them elves!" a voice grunted. "Oh, sorry! Did I hurt you guys?"
"No, not really," Sam said, rubbing a bruised arm while gasping for air. "Who are you?"