Disclaimers: See the Prologue for more information.

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Sorry for not posting sooner. I was getting my other stories updated. But now I'm back again. So here we go. :)

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7:

A Class to Remember

This was it. This was the moment Livia had waited on: the first day of term. Yes. Maybe she would get to see Haldir in action. Haldir was her top favorite elf… oh, Legolas she could handle. But then Frodo… ahh. She wanted to meet that hobbit so badly. A shame she hadn't the chance to speak to him yet.

She could do this. Pulling herself together, Livia changed into her best uniform and dashed out of the dormitory, with Queen's song "Another One Bites the Dust" stuck in her head. Yes, she would have her moment… and that moment arrived when she entered the classroom for Geography. Now, Geography she did well in class. At least, she knew she was a good student.

Surely this would be a good class. See? She had her books all aligned in a neat fashion. Maybe she would meet her favorite characters after all. And there was Frodo. She sighed inside upon seeing him. But then, she didn't expect him to startle her or her fellow classmates upon his grand entrance.

Seriously. The way he spoke up like that made her jump, nearly dropping her geography book, with maps of the fantasy worlds… but weren't they… no. Livia thought some more. These maps were… real?

"Welcome to Geography," Frodo said to his students, pointing to the map of Alegaësia. "Now, who can tell me where the Varden are located?"

"In outer space," one fanboy asked, cheekily.

"Ha ha!" Frodo's grin disappeared. "No." He asked the class, "Does anyone know?"

"Aren't they in the mountains somewhere?" asked a fangirl.

"Yes, they are, Miss…"

"Livia," Livia said in introduction.

"Well Livia, you are correct." Frodo told the class, "But this question is only the beginning of learning the geography of each world, as each world has their own unique map, culture, pastoral settings and peoples." He pulled down another map, this time revealing four lands. "Now, this map is Oz, showing the Four Lands. Their history includes a movement through time. You can be young or old." He circled with his stick the central city of Oz. "And here we have the Emerald City, the center of Oz's landscape." He patted the map. "Now, who can tell me which peoples live in what area of Oz?" His gaze turned to Livia, asking politely, "Miss Livia?"

"Why can't I answer?" complained a blonde-haired boy.

"Shh! You'll have your chance, Eragon." Frodo asked him, confused. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, Ebony left you a note." Eragon replied, passing Frodo the note. "She says she's making you a raspberry pie, right now."

Frodo stared at the note, a quizzical expression on his brow. "I told her we were teaching classes this morning."

"Well, that's what she said," Eragon replied.

"I'll be right back," Frodo said, strolling out of the classroom. But not before he warned the class, "Study the first two chapters of your geography books. I'm off to find Ebony." He scrambled out of the room. Unaware that Eragon had moved to the front of the class.

"And now, back to Alegaesia," Eragon told the class, drawing the map of his homeland down. "Now, here is the desert where me and the dwarf entered. Carvenhall is where my adventures as a dragon rider began." He pointed to one of the fair girls' raised hand. "Yes, miss…"

"Dolgery. Emily Dolgery," Emily said, her smile glowing.

"What is your question?" Eragon asked her.

"Is it true you faced Galbatorix all by yourself?" she asked further.

"That's a story for another time." The dragon rider answered, as he strolled out of the classroom. "Read Page 79. That's where you'll find details of my grand adventures."

Frodo re-entered the classroom, on tow as Ebony with a pie with raspberry filling. Frodo led her over to his desk, where she set the pie down. He was grateful to have her as his wife. But then he wondered if she shared the same feelings.

"Who wants extra? The cooks have been at it all day, even those in culinary classes," Ebony answered. "I figured I might join in."

"Thank you for the pie," Frodo said, leaning in to give Ebony a kiss on the cheek.

"You're welcome," Ebony said, a little out of breath.

"Awwww!" said many of the fangirls, giggling and resting their heads on their hands.

"I'll see you later this afternoon." Frodo said, holding his wife's hand until they parted. He sighed as she left the classroom. His attention returned to the present, well aware of the giggly fangirls before him. "Now back to Geography, before we're interrupted again."

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How did Rosemary end up in this mess? Yes, she agreed to help teach the classes. But this class, with the descendants of canon characters… well, she could admit they were particularly rowdy.

"All right, class!" Rose ducked before a paper airplane smacked her on the face. "I'm trying to teach here."

"Then teach us something practical. Like how to hunt for bugs," a meerkat announced, climbing onto the front desk.

"Timon, what are you doing here? I thought you were teaching with Pumbaa," Rose said.

"True, but I've come to help with this lot." Timon approached Rose's desk. He called the class to attention. "Now listen up. This is a composition I've made." Pulling out a harmonica, he played one note. That was it. "Thank you, thank you. Enjoy the fruit cake."

"BOO!" Felicity shouted.

"You serious?" Rose asked, stunned.

"Wait. I've got more material," Timon said, pulling out a script book. "Let's see. Ah yes. Now I remember."

"Timon, I'm trying to teach a class," Rose repeated.

"Do you want help? My father's taught me all about teaching classes," Felicity said.

"Do you?" Rose asked, curious.

"Aren't you a descendant of Frodo Baggins?" said one blonde-haired boy. "Maybe you should join us and be a part of the classroom."

"No. I was told to teach classes. That is my job," Rosemary said.

"Well, your job isn't doing that much for us," Felicity said.

"Right. But…"

"Rosemary, how do you feel about your parents? I mean, they dragged you away from your home, just like our parents did," said the same blonde-haired boy.

"You're in the same boat as we are," Felicity added.

"And you?" Rose asked, turning to Timon.

"Hey, I'm just here as a moderator." Timon added, "It was your father's idea."

"And Simba's, too," Pumbaa, the warthog, added, accompanying the two.

"They want to keep an eye on us," Felicity said, leaning back against her chair.

"Since we're descendants, why not have a class together. No rules. Just us," said the boy, who Rose remembered was Chad Charming… he must have been a relative of Felicity's… or else he came from a parallel dimension.

"Well, you see my dad is…" Rose was cut off again by another descendant with dark hair.

"Your dad is Frodo Baggins. Hi. I'm Percy Jackson," Percy said, shaking her hand. "I came here to study. Everyone else is jealous. But you, Rosemary Blain, you have it in you to be a good teacher. I'll help keep this lot from screwing up too much. Now please, let's hear your lecture and we'll follow your lead."

"Thank you, Percy," Rosemary said, feeling a little better. "Now, where were we?"

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Chapter 8 Teaser:

Frodo set a fistful of papers on Ebony and Rosemary's desks. Rosemary was stunned.

"What are those for?" Rose asked, confused.

"A list of petitions from the dwarves. They want a beer keg festival," Frodo said.

"Like Oktoberfest," Ebony asked, perking up.

"Yes exactly," Frodo said, collapsing on a nearby comfy couch.

"You look tired," Rose admitted.

"I am tired," Frodo reiterated. He asked, "What are we to do? We can't deny the dwarves their beer, wine and ale."

"No. But I have an idea," Ebony said.

"Go on," Frodo said, curious.

"Well, the dwarves want a festival. But I was also thinking this school needs some extracurricular activities and sports-related subjects," Ebony said.

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