Chapter 2

*The title 'The Faculty' comes up on the screen to Frodo jumping up when he hears Gandalf and Concerning Hobbits playing*

(The little carriage comes riding up in the background with a mixture of young hobbits and elves sitting on there. Someone is attempting to throw Frodo *Casey* off of it. Another carriage comes speeding up behind, Legolas *Zeke* gets out with a pair of shades on and a ridiculous haircut *i.e. Layers in his now shorter hair*. The carriage reaches the edge of the very large hobbit hole, and theres close-up of Frodo getting out and walking towards the hole. As he goes he spots Rosie talking to her friends, he kind of swoons but at the same time gets hit in the face and falls over. His arm flies to one of his eyes and he has a cut on his head)

FRODO: (on floor) Sorry my fault

EOWYN: (Walks past in goth clothes) Crash and burn Frodo

FRODO: (Dares to dangerously narrow his large cute blue eyes)

EOWYN: (Evil) Dont you f**cking little (bangs into Boromir) Hey watch where you're going!

BOROMIR: You ran into me beast! (As he walks away he steps in Frodo who in trying to stop the bleeding on his head)

FRODO: Ah

(Shot of Rosie and he friends talking)

ROSIE: Okay on strike, yeah? No stupid whore-y clothes, no hairspray (Straightens large curly hair) Just elegant.

BOROMIR: Hi babe! (Bends down to kiss Rosie, but she pulls away playfully)

ROSIE: Hey! Stop it my big- warrior man (She winks and walks away)

BOROMIR: (Stands there for a minute, then is greeted from behind by some friends) Hi guys. (They walk to the hobbit hole, just as they hear Frodo yelling-)

FRODO: No. No! NO NOT THE TREE! (Gets picked up by rowdy ruffians and slammed into party tree at very painful angle)

ARWEN: (To people siting outside) Excuse may, its ma first day here, Ah was wondering where the office is could ya tell may please? (People just nod towards the inside) Thanks, Ah like what youve dun with youre hair, it really brings out the colour of your eyes

(Inside the school)

LEGOLAS: Well, heres your fake I.D.s! (Gives them to two punk elves, who are noticeably smaller than him)

ELF 1: Does that look like me? (Points to middle aged woman in photograph)

LEGOLAS: Well, its the new you.

ELF 2: That doesnt seriously look like me does it? (Looks at 82 year old hobbit in picture) I dont think so

LEGOLAS: Tell you what, I throw in some of these (Takes smal cheap pipes out of his pocket.) Here. Scat. Guaranteed to jack you up. (Walks outside)

FRODO: (Shows him behind with bleeding head, trying to stop it. Has cloth to his head, then throws it down.)

F**k.