They walked through the door, deep in conversation as the other students began to sit down. The windows in the classroom were open, for a nice change, and a cool breeze was floating through the classroom, moving the short, spring green curtains. Merry sat down next to Pippin, and he set down his extremely heavy pile of books on the ground and got out his History binder. Pippin did the same, getting out his binder and looking for the warm-up on the board. It was written in a dying red marker; they all knew that at times Saruman could be just about the cheapest man on the face of the earth.

Saruman himself was writing on a sheet of yellow lined paper, making a list of some sort. His long white hair fell neatly to his shoulders, and his eyes were set on the paper with extreme focus as he listened to his class sit down. He almost seemed like the perfect picture of equilibrium, his breaths were at exact intervals, he seemed so peaceful.

Pippin looked around the room to see who else he could find. He saw Rosie writing down the warm-up like he should be doing but wasn't, and he noticed Gimli speaking to Legolas with a smile on his face behind his abnormally large beard. Legolas, strangely enough, had his feet on Arwen's desk and was leaning back in his chair, his elbow on top of his own desk. No, let's rephrase that. Strangely enough, Arwen didn't mind his feet on top of her desk and paid no attention to that as she, too, spoke to Gimli. Occasionally a glance was cast in 's way, accompanied by some amused laughing. Pippin was dying to know what they were laughing about, but he decided that it would be better if he didn't interrupt.

Frodo was texting, and his head was bowed silently as if he was in prayer. He was the perfect image of an edgy urban teen, his hoodie was casting a shadow over his eyes. The only part of Frodo that moved was his thumbs, going at such a rate of speed that Pippin was surprised that they were not just a blur. He wondered who Frodo was texting, as he did not know anyone who would text in the middle of—well, actually, he hardly knew anybody that wouldn't text in the middle of class.

By some freaky miracle, Frodo looked up from his cell phone and began to quietly read the message as if he had read Pippin's mind.

"Oh my gosh, so Aragorn just got turned down. Served the little", Frodo hesitated, "Right! He always acts like he's the best person in the entire school. You know what, he can do jump in a ditch for all I care. It was hilarious though, she nearly slapped him. And god, you'd better believe I was laughing my" He hesitated once more, "Off. What's up in S-man's classroom?"

"Who is that from?", Pippin asked going through his mental list of seniors.

"Haldir. Oh, I'm telling you, he's been pissed with Aragorn for pretty much the entire year.", Frodo whispered back, grinning bemusedly, "And I'm pretty sure he's not the only one, either."

From what he assumed, there was a silent, unspoken war going on in the hidden world of the seniors. And from what he understood, there were two sides to that war, and Haldir was on one of them, and standing right across the line from his was Aragorn, both ready to lunge and throttle each other. So yes, they probably did not get along too well.

"Okay, class.", Saruman said, looking up from his papers, "Today we are going to be reviewing the battle of Helm's deep."

A loud groan was heard from just about every student in the classroom. Pippin could already feel the boredom beginning to dwell inside of him like a rock. He had heard this story at least a thousand times, and by the middle of the first story he had become tired of it. They had spent the majority of fourth grade learning about that damn battle, he didn't need to hear about it once again!

Saruman began to speak, and his words soon became white noise to pippin as his mind wandered to soccer practice, which would happen after school today. His heart practically leapt as he thought of it, hopefully it would be a lot of fun.

Saruman had now walked to the board, and his mind was still pretty much bogged down with the words that were going through one ear and going out the other. Saruman's words were hollow words, and his tone was just as flat. He was obviously enjoying it no less than they were, as he let out a sigh as he drew what appeared to be a map of the battlefield.

All of a sudden, a shriek split the bored silence.

"I lost service!", Frodo yowled, his eyes lifting from the screen of his cell phone, "Noooo!"

All eyes turned to the hobbit, who was now staring at the wall, quaking with his eyes wide.

"It's not supposed to do that.", he murmured, "It's not supposed to do that…"

stared at Frodo, raising a thin white eyebrow.

"What on earth?!", Saruman demanded, flailing his arms and looking up at the ceiling, "Why were you texting in my class, !!??"

"Because you bored the hell out of him!", Legolas spoke up, throwing his arms in the air, "We've heard about this battle for most of our lives! We don't care!"

Most of the eyes in the classroom widened in surprise. None of them had hardly ever heard Legolas say anything remotely bad, let alone yell out in class. Saruman turned around slowly, his eyes narrowed and his brows pinched together in anger. He swayed back and forth slightly, and he was the picture of a cobra about to strike.

"Legolas! I can not believe what I am hearing!", spat angrily, waving his arms in the air, "You do not speak like that in my classroom!"

"Uh, I think he just did. Burn!!", they heard Gimli yell.

"Gimli, Legolas! Both of you step out of the classroom, now!"

"Yes, sir.", Legolas sighed, looking rather bored as he did so. Gimli just rolled his eyes as the teacher followed them out of the room. The minute the door was shut, everything got silent.

"Oops, I dropped my pencil across the room. Let me go get it.", Boromir said, getting up from his desk and walking to the trashcan by the door. He put the side of his head to the door and began to listen, nodding and making mm-hmm noises every once in a while.

Pippin realized with a jolt that sometime now that door had to open, and he didn't think that Boromir was going to move out of the way. He sighed, waiting to see what would happen.

Finally, the door went flying open, and a thunk could be heard as Boromir went flying backwards. The class began to laugh, until they were silenced by an icy glare from .

"Okay, class, let's get back to work. We've got a good ten minutes before lunch.", He sighed as Legolas and Gimli returned to their seats, looking quite proud of themselves.

Okay, sorry for the lack of updates. It's been a WHILE, I know, I've just been caught up with working on my school's newspaper. And I know Legolas is sort of out of character. Don't kill me!