-your POV-

I was walking towards my new school. It played in a garden of cement and what we beings would call "a place of men". I grimaced as a strong smell of perfume filled my nostrils. I almost choked but when on like it was nothing. I had come to the office when a voice called out. I got startled, turning around.

I faced a young girl around my age. Her brown curly locks crowning her head. She wore glasses. I cocked my head to the side, indicating for the girl to speak. The girl chuckled nervously as she scratched her head. "I am Isabel," she said, awkwardly. I offered my hand with a nod, showing that I accepted her presence.

"I am Fëanáro, as you hear in my name, I'm not from here," I stated as I let a deep chuckle spill my lips. The girl froze for a moment before lifting her head to her moth. I once again was left confused. "You... are the one..." she stutters. I tilt my head, showing no understanding. Isabel recoiled from her shock and her hands found mine.

I stared confused at our hands, not knowing what she meant. "Ah, Fëanáro. Come in, young ones" the headmaster said from beside us. I retreated my hands to my side and bowed at the master. I followed him inside his office. He had sat down on a chair across from me. "So your godmother sent you here to start at a school for men, am I correct?" He said after a while of silence.

"Yes, Sir." His lips lifted in a warm smile. "Then you are more than welcome, daughter of  Galadriel." I smiled at the name of my godmother. He waved his hand, saying that I was dismissed. With a bow of my head, I left. I was met in the hallway by Isabel again. She had shifted her posture to a much more calm one.

"Hey Fëanáro, let's go to class. Or first, can I see what you have?" She asked. I handed her my schedule. A smile tugged her lips as she lifted her eyes to meet mine. "We have the same, at leads the 3 first ones. Come!" He beamed. I laughed merely at her happiness and obliged her.

Soon we came to a wooden door. It was carved in stone figures that mirror dragons. A frown crossed my lips. Those carvings looked exactly like those I had made when I was a small child. How come the world of men have come of this?

My thoughts were interrupted by Isabel calling softly out to me. I snapped out, nodding slowly to show her that I had heard her. I could hear her chilled. The door then swung open. There stood a young man, in about his 20s. He had brown hair, almost black. His eyes were chocolate brown. A bunny smile spread his features.

"Come in, miss Fëanáro. I have been waiting. Don't worry, this class is a fine one. You'll like yourself in their company." He said. My eyes then caught a name sign on his chest. "Mr. Jeon Jungkook" it read. I smiled and looked up at the teacher before bowing respectively. I heard a deep chuckle from his lips. "No need to bow for me, Miss Fëanáro. If it came to that, I would be the one who should. You're a lady after all." I shook my head and a grin had planted itself on my lips

Mr. Jeon stepped aside as I strode inside the classroom. I was met by either silence or cheers. "Okay let's have silence while this fair lady introduces herself for us," Mr. Jeon said. I smiled and turned to address the class.

"My name is Fëanáro, I am the daughter of Lady Light. Her name may ring in your ears and find a memory. You've heard her about form tales, but I inform you that she is real. As I would know if I were her daughter." "Now any questions for Miss. Fëanáro?" Mr. Jeon said.

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That's all I have on my mind for now, bye~
-Saph