Painting Legolas

Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings, nor any of it’s characters.

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What could be more perfect? Andrea asked herself, thoughtfully chewing on her pen while leaning on her desk. Her history teacher handed out yesterday’s pop quiz to everyone.

“What?!” She screeched, completely forgetting her moment of joy focused on the cute boy sitting in front of her. She squirmed while looking at the fat, red D, scrawled on the top of her paper. Along side it was a note.

Andrea is consistently flunking tests, not paying attention, writing on irrelevant topics (such as Middle Earth), and has a voluminous number of missing assignments. I suggest she spend less time thinking of Legolas Greenleaf and more time on studying. -Mr. Robert Keith

How dare he! Andrea fumed, taking time to glare at Mr. Keith. I do NOT think about Legolas’ soft, blond, silky hair or the way his robes press against his body when he starts to walk!

And there’s no way to accidently turn it into a B...She sighed, desperately. No matter that! I might be kicked of the volleyball team if my parents see this grade! Or my coach!

Andrea’s head shot up at the thought of Coach Cowell finding her note on dropping out. I’ll have to do another 50 laps again!!!

“Andrea, please stay a moment afterward.” Mr. Keith said, shortly after the bell rang.

Andrea shifted uneasily as the rest of her classmates exited the classroom.

“Miss Rush, you are failing this class.” Mr. Keith said, stacking his papers in order to give the look of being busy.

“I understand that sir.” Andrea replied.

“I just wish you would understand that Middle Earth is NOT part of American history,” he stated.

“I know.” Andrea scratched her wrist, nervously debating whether or not she should make a run for it.

“Either you fail this class and have to repeat it next year, or you can take extra credit.”

“What’s extra credit?” Andrea asked hastily, followed by a quick “sir” at the end.

“Extra credit...” Mr. Keith dragged out, adding to what he thought was a suspenseful moment.

“Yes.” countered Andrea.

“Extra credit,” Mr. Keith glared, “Is re-painting the gym with pictures of American history. I understand you have a creative talent for painting.”

“The whole gymnasium??” gasped Andrea, “but sir! That will take a whole Saturday!”

“Then I suppose you should get up early tomorrow morning.”

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Andrea grumbled while mixing her paints the next morning.

Eight o’clock on a Saturday morning...this is so not fair. Why on Middle Earth do I have to paint the whole gymnasium with pictures of American history? Why did I have to get an award for Best Painted Piece in the whole school? Why can’t I paint pictures of books or Legolas on the wall?

Andrea grinned.

Oh how the tables have turned.

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“Andrea Rush, please report to the principal’s office. Please report to the principal’s office, Andrea Rush.” The intercom announced. Andrea had an idea that it had something to do with Mr. Keith not being at the History room when he was supposed to be teaching.

“Oooh,” some of the kids in the room went in an immature fashion.

“What did you do, Rush?” Asked Taylor, the previously named cute guy sitting in front of Andrea.

“Extra credit.” Andrea grinned, swinging her backpack over her shoulder and skipping out of the classroom and down the hall to the left.

Left, left, right, left. Andrea hummed the tune, which oddly matched the correct turns she had to turn to get to the Principal Wright’s office. The memorization of turns came due to the number of times she had walked to the office because of her History grades.

She swung open the door and looked at the secretary.

“Hi Miss Susie!” Andrea waved enthusiastically at the grinning young woman.

“What did you do now, Andy?” Miss Susie raised her eyebrow.

“What they told me to do.” Andrea replied walking past the desk.

“I highly doubt that!” Miss Susie called at the retreating form of Andrea.

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“How could you do that!” Principal Wright asked.

“I did what Mr. Keith told me to do!” Andrea protested.

“I certainly did not tell you to paint all that, Miss Rush!” Mr. Keith huffed.

“You had no right to--”

“But Principal Wright! I did what Mr. Keith told me to! He told me to paint American history!” Andrea cut the principal off.

“I said ‘American History’, Andrea! Not...that!” Mr. Keith said.

“But I did.” Andrea smiled, triumphantly. “I painted American literature. It’s an important part in our history. Without it, we probably wouldn’t have gotten this far in the economy.”

Andrea suppressed a smirk at their stuttering.

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“I must say, Andrea. It looks stunning in here. I always liked that movie.” Coach Cowell complimented, her grin ear to ear.

“Yes. I always loved the book!” screamed a volleyball teammate named Anna.

“And I just luuuuuuuurve Orlando Bloom!” Stephanie, another teammate, fawned.

Andrea grinned at them all, praising her work.

Sure beats the crap out of the previous paint job. Andrea smiled to herself, looking at the many characters from The Lord of the Rings book and movie.

Andrea was called out of her trance at the whistle signaling the beginning of practice.

“It sure does,” Andrea whispered, swearing she saw the painting of Legolas winked at her before she turned.

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–Thing 2/the younger, more intelligent one.