[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Alli was kicked out of class the second day as well. This time, reflecting her writer's life story once more, it was because in an effort to avoid waste of paper, she'd read the homework assignment ("An Essay of Epiphanies: Why the Lord is a Llama") on her computer without printing it. Since she had no hard copy to study in class, although she knew more about the readings and Illamatar himself than anyone else in the class including the professor, she was, without hesitation, invited to leave poste-haste and not come back.

Again, she stumbled into her parents at an awkward time. Alli was rehearsing lines with Aimè ("I love you Aimè") after her class "ended" when they walked up from behind and her father, enraged, demanded to know who Aimè was.

"He's a friend, Dad."

"Sounds a bit too friendly." he said threateningly, flexing his muscles and looking remarkably intimidating.

"Ugh... Dad, you don't get it. We're just friends!"

"You think I don't know what goes through the heads of young men? He's only after one thing."

"Dad, shut it. Of course he's only after one thing: saving the world. Which I'm helping him do."

"Oh, is that what you kids call it these days?"

Aimè looked as though he'd rather not get involved as Alli argued with her father. Her mother merely muttered loudly to herself about how her only daughter, her life and her joy, had not even trusted her mother enough to tell her that she was in love. Alli ignored her.

The next day, Alli lasted a half hour into the class before her professor told her that she was hopeless, gave her a zero on her in-class writing assignment ("Me and My Llama: A Personal Relationship with the One"), and bade her to never return. Her parents waited for her outside.

"Can't you people just leave?"

"Do you hear that, dear? After all we went through to give her a happy life... after all of the anguish she caused us, and yet we still love her more than life itself, and she can only sum it up enough to call us "you people"!"

Alli groaned. Why couldn't parents just understand that sometimes their kids needed to be left alone? Besides... she'd declared war. Why weren't they more upset? Alli had read that morning in a local tabloid that parents were invading the country, searching out their children in a disturbing desire to put them on the Straight Path. Why weren't more children fighting back? Why weren't more parents issuing demands and ultimatums? Why wasn't there some sort of... some sort of action or something?

The next day, Alli survived her class ("Today's topic: the grass is always greener in another Llama's pasture; why you should know about the toxic amounts of chlorophyl in other religions") before her professor told her that she was a lost cause and ought to give up on a university education all together since she'd never amount to more than a slug could. As she gathered her things in an increasingly routine sort of way, she could hear her classmates sniggering. She shot them a salute and left, trying to avoid places she knew she'd run into her parents. She still couldn't figure out why they were in Mordor and what they were thinking, stalking her about the place.

"We're just trying to keep our baby girl healthy and happy." Illamatar above, could they read minds or something? This was getting insane.

"If you want me to be healthy and happy, you'll leave me the freak alone. I'm at uni, Mom. You can't just follow me here! I could have sworn I was far enough away to avoid unexpected parent drop-ins."

"Do you hear that, dear? She doesn't want us here. Well maybe she doesn't want us to pay for her education."

"You aren't paying for it!" Alli yelled. "It's all part of the Anakronism Dweomer. You aren't even paying through taxes."

The fifth day of classes, Alli was beginning to crash. She'd avoided her "room" completely, slightly terrified of the prospect of sleeping in close quarters with an axe-happy gender-inspecific Dwarf that seemed to hate her. She'd been awakened that morning by a security guard of the college that wanted to know why she was asleep on a park bench. She had no reason particularly good enough, so she lied.

Her parents found her at the local jail.

"Lying to a law enforcement official?" her mother sobbed. "I am a failure as a mother. It must be my fault that my only daughter, my life and my joy, is breaking laws and lying to her parents and getting into trouble. The next thing you know, we'll find out that she'd doing drugs or stealing."

Her guard, Biff, turned around. "Hey, aren't you the girl that stole Orlando Bloom's fangirls?"

Alli's mother fainted. Her father refused to pay bail, informing Alli that she'd learn better if they left her there.

The next day, Alli missed her class. She wasn't released from her cell until several minutes after the class ended. Her professor didn't appreciate her situation. She was given a zero for the day and wasn't allowed to turn in her homework ("Baa: Speaking to the Divine").

The morning of her final dawned. Or rather, her final was scheduled slightly before dawn, therefore the sun had yet to rise when she rolled off of her park bench and arrived. Her professor scowled.

"You fail." he muttered. He wasn't a morning person.

"What?!" Alli fought tears. This just wasn't fair.

"You heard me, you failed."

"What have I done to deserve and F?"

"I'm not giving you an F, I'm giving you a 0."

"Baaa. No you aren't." Illamatar intervened. Alli almost cried in relief. "You are passing her with an A. You are passing all of your students."

Alli butted in. "Illamatar?"

"Yes Aluminè?"

"My teacher is a troll."

"Yes... a horrid teacher."

"No... a real troll. Why isn't he stone? It's daylight."

"Blame the Dweomer."

"Oh."

"A war is brewing. Baa."

"What?"

"You might want to seek out your parents and stop them before they convince more people to join their cause... they fight on the side of A Slan."

"But Flein said A Slan is dead."

"It matters not. And it matters not that I'm very fond of A Slan. Wars are not to be tolerated. It is up to you, Alli, to end this." He disappeared.

Alli heard the sounds of a riot from outside the hall window. She looked out upon thousands of angry parents forming a mob. She saw her parents and ran, hoping to stop this war before it could truly start.

As she rounded the corner, she tripped and fell, hitting her head and rendering herself unconsious.

When she woke, several minutes later, a small figure with a large mustache hovered over her, teeth bared. She screamed.

"Aimè... I love you!" she shrieked, desperate. Mario had the high ground.