The redhead straightened up and pulled the hobbits to their feet.
"I'm Gimli," he said with a crooked smile. "Been in a brawl with a few elves."
"Don't you guys get along-?" Merry asked.
"No they don't." Sam cut him off. "Apparently there's been some twist in history about that."
Frodo checked his watch.
"Holy Ring of Mordor! We're late! Come on guys!" and he yanked the hobbits into the locker rooms, where all the other students were listening to the gym rules.
"No dwarf-elf combat is allowed. No Rohirrim are allowed to bring their horses in, that goes for everyone. No talks about rings…" Haldir droned on and on and on, finally coming to the last rule: NO UNAUTHORISED SWORD PLAY.
The class groaned.
"Right, that's just about it. To the gym everyone. We have a whole period of basketball today."
"Call this some lesson." A flaxen haired boy with a proud face muttered, shooting at a basket. Score.
"What else can you expect from Haldir anyway?" his companion, a tall blonde girl said earnestly. "Gimme that." She snatched the ball from her brother, and scored a three-point basket.
The bell rang, all the students trailed out of the gym, heading to their next class.
"Chemistry up next," Sam checked his timetable.
"What if I added this to acid?" Merry whispered.
"Dunno, but it's worth a try eh?" Pippin grinned.
BANG
"Well that was a total bust, but we were just curious!" The two hobbits smiled innocently at the whole class that was staring at them. Their hair was singed and eyebrows smoking.