One of the things plainly clear to Curufin was that this girl was dimwitted. Unfortunately, it seemed our Prideful Prince was gullible.

"Look! It's the guy who plays Haymitch from the Hunger Games!" Elf shouted, pointing dramatically to her left where the school gates were.

Utterly confused, Curufin lowered his aim a fraction and glanced aside, curious as to what the crazy girl was talking about. Then he heard her frantic footfalls sprinting in the opposite direction towards the school building.

Curufin did a double take as he saw her escaping. She sure could run when she was scared. No, scratch "scared" - terrified.

'Baah'

One of the newly born lambs had witnessed this scene with amusement, and the elf prince glared at the thing with steely grey eyes.

"Oh, shut up!"

He tried to kill me, he tried to kill me, he tried to kill me oh my God what do I do?! Elf had stumbled her way into B-block, instincts telling her that right now she should be attending her music class.

Where are the others!? I have to find them before they -

"Oof!"

Obviously she wasn't concentrating on her surroundings as she bounded up the stairs, and she slammed into what felt like a brick wall (that wasn't Curufin or a teacher … or a student).

"Ah! Elf! There you are!" Turgon exclaimed, startled at being crashed into and yet relieved to have found her. "I have been searching for you everywhere in this building!"

Elf recovered herself and regained her balance, craning her neck up to look at the handsome noble's face. She gulped.

"You have?"

"We all have! Now, have you seen any of my cousins and that dog anywhere?"

"I'm really very, very sorry! But no one is allowed to see you!"

Frantically, and with all the strength she could muster, Elf tried pushing Turgon backwards and away from sight. He didn't budge, and stared down at her in confusion.

"Why not? I was talking to a bunch of boys who claim to be in your year – they said you should be in music, but I'm not sure where that is so -"

The girl's eyes shot wide open. "You what?"

The elf sighed, rather tired after walking all the way into the school and then trying futilely to find this girl – only to have her crash into him.

"I said, while wandering around this section, I found a group of boys who were outside crafting things made of wood. I asked them if they knew you, and then they explained to me that you were in their year and that you should be in music right now."

Hearing this explanation, Elf decided to ignore the big problem and focus on something minor in order to keep her brain functioning. That big problem (more like a set of massive and vicious obstacles) was that these elves were shameless and arrogant enough to confront anyone within the school vicinity as if it were normal (they were far from it, dressed and appearing the way they did). Also, Curufin was probably still down by the oval armed with a longbow. He might end up kidnapping someone (or threatening somebody, Elf wasn't sure which was worse). Not to mention Celegorm and Maglor were still wandering around like it was no big deal, along with Celegorm's oversized, wolf-looking dog.

Nope. Instead, Elf bounded past Turgon urgently and ran towards a door nearby.

"I'M SUPPOSED TO BE IN MUSIC!"

The school's main music teacher – a woman who had been in this profession for many years and thoroughly enjoyed working with the students - noticed that one of her students was missing. Normally it wouldn't be such a big deal – boys were absent all the time on footy trips or to play neighboring high schools in cricket matches.

But today she needed Elf for the band practice at the end of the lesson. She asked the girl's friends, who sat in the back, where she might be.

The girls exchanged strange looks before one said, "She went to the bathroom during maths and uh, didn't come back."

Perhaps she was feeling sick… The poor dear was terrified of an audience, and although it was only a practice today, being a back-up vocal still petrified the girl. The music teacher made a mental note to work on Elf's confidence skills in the future.

Speaking of which, said girl burst unexpectedly into the music room, puffing like she'd just run a marathon and then ridden a bike home.

The teacher beamed. "Ah! There you are!"

Elf leaned against the door frame, trying to catch her breath. "Hello …" She inhaled " … miss."

She somehow dragged herself to the back and slumped into her chair, exhausted. Everyone else turned around and stared at her incredulously.

"Um, where have you been?" a boy up the front asked.

Elf didn't reply, and instead turned to her friends for help. When they all shrugged, one leaned forward and hissed, "Where have you been?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Try me."

"Yeah, where have you been? You just disappeared in maths and we all freaked!" another piped up, much louder.

Elf tore her gaze from her friends and saw that the whole class was staring at her, expecting an answer. Why on Earth did they all care where she had been?

"Well, I was ..."

The Door of Doom then slammed open, kicked down viciously (and unexpectedly). A few girls up at the front shrieked, the music teacher almost jumped out of her skin, and Elf wanted nothing more than to either melt into her chair or hide behind her group of friends - whichever would help her avoid having to confront whatever walked through that door.

Celegorm glared at everyone in the room as he stormed in, followed by Maglor (who was rolling his eyes) and a nervous Turgon, who didn't like drawing such attention to himself.

"Where is she!?" the golden-haired prince snapped at a random kid with glasses. He pointed down the back nervously, afraid the tall elf was going to hit him if he didn't do anything.

Elf cursed. Then she hid under the table.

One of her friends, knowing something bad was up, tried helping his distressed friend. He stood up loudly and stood between Celegorm and his prey. "Wrong one, dude!" he called. "We have like, three other Asian girls that look the same. You're looking for -"

"Get out of my way, boy," Celegorm hissed menacingly.

The boy nodded. "Okay … Sorry."

"I hate you," Elf, now cornered, hissed.

"Stand up!" the blond Noldo snapped.

Elf groaned and rose. "What do you want?" She didn't care anymore that the whole class was staring, jaws dropped. She didn't care that the psychotic group of Noldor had probably had to go to great lengths getting here. She didn't care that Celegorm, third son of Fëanor, was death-staring her.

"You! You dare mock us as guests in your 'humble home', lock us up like we were your prisoners, and then force us to tarry in that rotten cell while you attend 'school'! How dare you!"

His voice was like thunder, pulsing through everyone's veins and making Elf's heart jump in fright.

She shivered, but managed to croak, "That's my laundry room you're insulting."

A few members of the class snickered, before instantly shutting up when Celegorm turned to death-stare them as he had Elf.

"Sorry," one of them mumbled.

Maglor was not impressed by his younger brother's actions, and forced him to step away from the quivering girl we know as Elf by pulling him back by his shoulder.

"Tyelko, you're causing a scene."

Celegorm looked furious. "No, she's causing a scene!" He pointed then at Elf, who was taken aback.

"Me?!"

"You're an idiot," Turgon muttered under his breath, talking about his raging blonde cousin.

"You're an idiot!"

"Tyelkormo, stop this!" Maglor stepped between his brother and cousin, his brother looking like a raging bull being taunted by a vivid red flag (or alternatively a green or blue flag, considering bulls are color blind).

Turgon appeared emotionless, and Elf's focus was on Celegorm. She realized then that being tricked and locked in a room by a little teenager seriously damaged his pride. Gee, no wonder he was furious. However, she was still a bit frightened as to what would next. Apparently, so was the class.

"Who are these people? They look like they're from World of Warcraft or some lame crap," one particular boy whispered to his friend next to him.

The friend was too busy watching the scene play out before him, afraid that if he moved, the drama would end, and they would all go back to writing musical theory notes.

"You're coming home with us," Celegorm announced, a little calmer and regaining his regal composure.

"Um, now?" Elf asked, unsure what he meant by that statement.

Celegorm rolled his blue eyes towards the heavens. "Of course. You do not expect us to sit around and watch you undertake whatever futile study you find needful."

Maglor looked hurt. "Music is most certainly not futile!"

He was ignored, though, and Elf was shaking her head. "I can't go. Not now anyway. There's only twenty minutes left of this class, and then we can go home."

Tyelkormo was not amused.

"Do not waste our time any further, girl. We must be going now – the more time you'll have to make up for the terrible hostess skills you displayed earlier."

"You can't just take me out of school!" Elf insisted. "You need a valid reason to take me out of school during school hours and -"

"Actually, I took care of that earlier." Maglor informed. "I talked to some women at the front office and told them we had urgent business to take care of with you, so all is well."

Yep. Shameless and arrogant. It's a hereditary thing. Thanks, Fëanor.

"Oh," was all the girl managed to say. "I see."

But still she did not move. Finally, Celegorm lost it again.

"We haven't the time for this!"

Leaping towards her, Celegorm grabbed the girl and threw her over his shoulder as if she were luggage.

Elf shrieked. "What are you doing!? PUT ME DOWN!"

Single file and military style, the elves marched out of the music room, Celegorm taking up the rear with the kicking birthday bag, who screamed and punched her captor's back. The elf didn't even flinch.

Meanwhile, the class was still in a state of trance, watching the kidnapping right before their eyes and too stunned to do anything about it. Then as the door slammed shut, everyone jolted back to normal.

"Dude!" A guy looked around at everyone, wondering if they all saw what he saw. "Did that just happen!?"

Elf slumped against Celegorm in defeat, allowing him to carry her over his shoulder like a fallen deer he had shot. They were almost out one of the main gates of the school, Maglor whistling to the sparrows darting curiously back and forth over the group. Turgon appeared to be deep in thought, brows furrowed and arms folded, staring at his feet as they walked.

Huan walked alongside his master, happy as can be after chasing the sheep in their pen and barking at a group of galahs who were minding their own business. The pink and grey Australian birds were startled out of their wits at the large hound barking nonsense at them.

Suddenly, Maglor abruptly stopped. He slowly turned to the group behind him, looking concerned.

"Aren't we forgetting something?"

He was rewarded with silence. Celegorm and Turgon looked at each other, Celegorm raising a brow and Turgon shrugging. Elf also wasn't so sure, but she couldn't really think properly anyway, as the blood was slowly rushing to her head.

"Someone?" the minstrel prompted.

Still no answer. In the end, Maglor sighed.

"Curufin!"

They found him leaning against the chook pen, the chickens pecking at his limp hand. Curufin was certainly not the same as they had left him. Last time they had seen him, he was not made of cotton. Last time Elf encountered him, he was not a plush toy.

"What is this?" Celegorm was aghast, and looked slightly disturbed by the life-sized doll that perfectly resembled his brother.

He had placed Elf down, and the girl was biting her lip anxiously. He had turned. He had turned right there where anyone could have seen him and taken the plush hostage (but seriously, who takes large plush toys hostage these days?). At least the chickens liked him more.

Carefully, she plucked the longbow that he was still holding out of his hand and returned it to the back of the sports shed.

"What's happened? Why is he plush again?" Maglor looked to Elf for help.

The girl racked her brain, trying to figure out what to do. There must be something…

She gasped. Suddenly she remembered the rather strange and disturbingly creepy letter that came with the packages.

"I know what to do!"

Super Elf to the rescue!

She led them to one of the small ponds outside A-block, which was filled with shrubs and inhabited by goldfish. A net had been placed about a centimeter above the water, after too many notebooks were thrown in by rogue students, and often first years would find delight in trying to push each other in.

Carefully untying the knots, Turgon and Elf lifted the net up and tore it off enough to fit Curufin's limp figure in, which was being carried by Celegorm.

Maglor stood aside, unsure of how putting Curufin in water would help his state.

"You're sure this will work because a mysterious letter told you so?"

"Yeah, pretty much …" Elf said, rising and dusting her knees. "Let's just hope we don't drown him."

Placing his cotton-filled little brother into the water, Celegorm took a step back and the group watched as the plushie sank. The cotton became heavy and filled with water, and after 30 dreadfully long seconds of waiting, Elf began to worry. Nothing had happened. Terrible thoughts filled her head. What if it was just a joke and water didn't do anything? What if he could still inhale somehow, and they had drowned him?

Then she jumped at the sound of vicious coughing and spluttering, and the tall figure of Curufin emerged from the Deep Blue Pond.

Maglor and Celegorm helped him to his feet, trying to avoid getting wet as Curufin was soaked. (Well, you would be too if your friends threw you in a pond.)

"Feeling better?" Celegorm laughed, patting his brother on the back.

Curufin responded by grimacing, his cheeks filled with water and his face a nasty green/ivory shade.

"Curvo?" Maglor placed a hand on his shoulder. "Are you alright?"

The prince, now reduced to a sea creature with seaweed in his hair, coughed something up into his hands. Curufin looked horrified as he saw a goldfish lying there, dropping it instantly onto the cement in disgust.

"I am no filthy Sea Elf!" he spat at it, watching it helplessly flip from side to side. "Come in such close proximity to my mouth again, and I'll end you as though you were one!"

Turgon rolled his eyes. "It's just a fish."

"Oh gosh, are you alright!?" the assaulted-by-fish-just-seconds-ago Curufin heard Elf shriek.

"Pft. No thanks to you of cou-"

He stopped mid sentence, seeing Elf kneel down on the pavement and gently scoop the fish into her hands. It appeared the girl was more concerned with the fish's wellbeing…

She placed it back into its home in the seaweed infested water and stood up smiling, looking at Curufin as if she had just noticed him.

"Oh, hello Curufin. How are you?"

He grunted in reply and elbowed her into the pond.

*waves* Hello! I'm alive!

So, it's 2015 - hope it's been a great year for all thus far. And have you seen the last Hobbit film? What did you guys think of it?