A/N: I stole the idea of posting a one shot as a one year celebration idea from Lily Lindsey-Aubrey. Lily, you can kill me whenever you like.

Sooooo, I have been here for one year exactly!

O_O

I have-

Published 23 stories, including this one;

Archived 83,712 words

Submitted 500 reviews (exactly)

Have gained a spot on the favorites list of 85 people.

And have made several new and wonderful friends

*gets emo*

ONE YEAR GUYS… I CAN'T BELIEVE IT.

Special special thank you to Wunderkind4006, who inspired me to join FF in the first place, and has been with me since the beginning here! *gets all emo at Wunderkind*

A NOTE on this story. Ok, so I was going to make it something that has something to do with the occasion, but then my mind did something weird, so it has nothing to do with being on here for a year, and I am so sorry, for ALL OF THE INSANE IN THIS.

It probably won't make any sense.

WARNING- minor disturbing bouts of insanity.

oOo

The silence of the peaceful wood was interrupted with a very loud WSPTHFFFFF.

One may wonder what that was.

That was the sound of a mistake.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO."

Legolas was on his knees in the middle of the forest clearing; location- Rivendell- his hands tugging on his hair (a habit he gained from his illustrious father) and his bow lying in front of him.

He threw his head back and wailed- "WHYYYYYYYYY."

There were rustling sounds and a group of elves appeared next to him.

"Legolas? What happened, are you hurt? Are you ill? Has some great tragedy befallen the land of elves and men?"

Glorfindel hovered over Legolas, panic on his face and bright blue eyes unusually wide. He was in a rather odd position though.. he was behind Legolas, and bending over, so that his face was upside down and his hair was all over the place (he didn't feel like straightening, or even blow-drying it this morning). He was also feeling rather loopy for some obscure reason (he usually is, and he guessed that was a side effect of reincarnation or something).

Legolas accidentally inhaled some of the bright golden hair and choked a little.

"Glorfindel!" Erestor pulled Glorfindel off of the poor Woodland Prince and dragged him a ways away, so as to reprimand him harshly.

Elrohir and Elladan surrounded Legolas and did nothing but stare intensely at the distraught prince.

Erestor returned, leaving behind a sulking Glorfindel. "Prince Legolas, what ails you?"

Legolas sniffed. "You know that competition that's coming up?"

Erestor nodded.

"Well," Legolas continued. "I attempted to create a new type of arrow, and it has failed miserably!" He broke down into heart-wrenching sobs.

Erestor rolled his eyes. "You'll just have to try again. Come, miscreants, you have better things to do than ogle."

Elrohir and Elladan grumbled a little before following the retreating Erestor. Glorfindel merely pranced over to Legolas before flopping onto his back and staring creepily at the sky.

"I failed my first attempt too," Glorfindel said quietly.

Legolas looked at him. "And then what?"

Glorfindel grinned. "I smashed it to pieces and grew a flower. Just one though. One little pink flower." Glorfindel giggled a little.

Legolas stared wide-eyed and afraid at the elf lord besides him. He had known that Glorfindel was a little crazy, but he had no idea that the poor elf was this far gone. Slowly getting to his feet, he cast one more wary glance at the elf who was now staring up at the sky looking rather insane, before he ran away as fast as his elven feet could carry him.

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Now we join Thranduil and Elrond.

Said Thranduil was currently giving said oblivious Lord of Rivendell the stink-eye.

Not his most deadly, but a stink-eye nonetheless.

"Aren't you excited Thranduil," Elrond gushed.

Thranduil rolled his eyes, and all but buried his face in his wine goblet. His expression remarkably resembled that of Grumpy Cat.

"No."

"But it is going to be so fascinating."

"No."

Elrond stared at the Elvenking. "Legolas could win…"

Thranduil looked up before going back to his wine. "Eh- No."

This time it was Elrond who rolled his eyes. "Why did you even come then?"

Thranduil stared blankly into his now empty wine glass. "Tarukka needed a walk. He was restless." Thranduil thought for a moment before adding, "Legolas did too."

Elrond huffed and turned away. He really did not understand this elf.

Thranduil tossed his perfectly blow-dried and straightened hair, before taking a majestic sip of his newly refilled wine.

There was a knock at the door and Elrond told them to enter.

Lindir poked his head around the door, before looking around the room carefully. "Is Glorfindel here?

Thranduil raised an eyebrow and Elrond shook his head confusedly. Lindir released a sigh of relief, "Thank the Valar…" Edging in the room, he turned and looked furtively the way he had come, before shutting the door ever so quietly. He then edged behind Lord Elrond, just in case.

"Lindir… what is it?" Elrond said, looking vaguely concerned. Thranduil just refilled his glass and fabulously crossed his legs.

Lindir paled a little. "My lord… Glorfindel… he has relapsed…"

Elrond facepalmed. "Not again."

"Yes, and it is worse than before."

"Was today any specific date?"

"Actually I believe it is his begetting day, but he is so old, that all have forgotten exactly when it is…"

Elrond 'hmmmed'. "Are the preparations for the contest in order?"

"Yes, my lord," Lindir gushed, relieved to be talking of something other than the las remaining, not to mention clinically insane, member of the House of the Golden Flower.

"How many competitors?"

Lindir counted on his fingers. "Eleven, m'lord."

Elrond was vaguely surprised that there were so few, but shrugged and accepted it as truth.

Thranduil was vaguely surprised that there were so many, and sipped his wine in resolute denial.

"Well, begin gathering everyone, tell the competitors that it will begin in an hour."

One Hour Later

"I welcome you here today.." Elrond paused and adjusted the microphone (don't ask), "For our first ever Creativity contest. Each of our contestants has made something, and will show it to us today. Elvenking Thranduil, Mithrandir, and myself, are the judges." Gandalf smiled benevolently and Thranduil waved his hand like a celebrity to fans.

"Our first contestants are… Elrohir and Elladan of Rivendell. It appears they have made something together…" Elrond crossed his fingers.

Elrohir came out first. He was holding one end of a very large something. Soon, that something came into view and Elrond almost groaned. It was a painting. Not just any art though…

Abstract art.

Abstract Art is loathed by most elves, as it is considered a particularly dull-witted form of laziness and a waste of skill (or proof of lack thereof). Elrond cast a fearful eye at Mithrandir, who was tilting his head this way an that and then to Thranduil, who was staring into his wine goblet icily (he had a rather bad experience with abstract art, once upon a time, but I will tell that tale in another story). After a description that nobody really heard, Elrohir and Elladan exited the stage.

"Our next contestant is.. Lindir, of Rivendell." There was a collective groan. Lindir was probably going to sing..

Lindir shuffled onto the stage and coughed nervously. "Well… I'm sure most of you think I am going to sing… but, actually.. I don't know if any of you know that… um… sometimes I make instruments… and I have this one here that I made?" Lindir held up a mandolin for all to see. And it was a beautiful mandolin, actually.

Thranduil didn't look vaguely impressed, Mithrandir, however, as a random lover of mandolins, was very happy with it. Elrond was just meh.

"Next we have…" Elrond rambled off some obscure name from Lothlorien and they came up, showcasing some meh jewelry. The next elf showcased a meh carving.

"And now we have Erestor of Rivendell," Elrond rattled off.

Erestor came onto the stage and proudly displayed a rather nice looking book that he had bound himself. Nobody was particularly interested.

Elrond looked at the next name and sighed. "Glorfindel of Rivendell."

Glorfindel pranced onto the stage, holding a large pot. "This is my flower!" he announced happily. "As you can see, it's pink!"

Thranduil rolled his eyes and drained his wine.

"It took me one week to grow it." Glorfindel stroked the small pink flower and smiled dazedly. "It is like my own child." Glorfindel suddenly pivoted, and threw his flower at the wall.

"GONDOLIN WAS FULL OF PINK FLOWERS," he screamed. "THEY ARE ALL GONE. GONE GONE GONE."

Elrond motioned to some guards who were standing off to the side. The hurried forward and restrained the writhing elf, dragging him off of the stage, his screams of 'Gone' eventually fading into silence, and Elrond cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Our next contestant is Haldir, of Lothlorien."

Haldir walked confidently onto the stage and proudly presented a bow he had made himself. It was a pretty bow.

I should probably mention it's not the type you shoot arrows with, but the type you tie your hair up with.

After him was Legolas.

Legolas walked onto the stage and held an arrow aloft. Thranduil quirked an eyebrow.

"I have created an arrow, that surpasses all arrows!" Legolas exclaimed. The audience leant forward in their seats.

Legolas notched his arrow carefully and aimed at a random target that had no business there, but had proved useful.

"As you know, I am an impeccable shot!" Legolas boasted. "But, I have made an arrow, that misses the target, no matter what you do!"

Thranduil decided to just go to sleep at this point, and promptly did so.

Legolas shot his arrow, and it did indeed miss the target. "Now! To prove this anybody can come up here, with their own bow, and shoot this arrow. I guarantee you that it will miss."

Haldir appeared from somewhere random, with his bow, and attempted to shoot the arrow. It did not hit the target. Several other elves tried to do so as well, but they were all unsuccessful.

Legolas, feeling rather proud of himself, strutted off of the stage.

The last few contestants came and went, until there was only one remaining.

Slowly, an elf that nobody knew at all ascended the stairs. He stared eerily into the audience. He reached into the folds of his robe, and produced… a marble. Not just any marble, but, upon closer inspection, a marble with a miniature Rivendell incased.

There were 'Ooos' and 'Ahhs' all around as people got closer looks, and even Thranduil looked vaguely impressed (he had been woken up by Gandalf).

Without a doubt, this strange elf had won.

Elrond and the other judges tallied up their verdicts and Mithrandir climbed to the stage to read them off.

"In fifth place we have Legolas Greenleaf! In fourth place we have Erestor of Rivendell! In third place we have Lindir of Rivendell!" Erestor looked outraged and Lindir fainted. "In second place, we have Varion." This elf had made an apron, with the events of the Silmarillion summarized on it. "And in first we have Ping Bing Bing!"

This was the mysterious elf who had made the marble. And he was nowhere to be found.

And now we close our story:

Thranduil drank two more goblets of wine, alone, in a corner, while the rest of the elves ate, drank, and were merry.

Except for Glorfindel, who had totally lost it, and was locked in his room, lying under the bed, laughing hysterically at the dust bunnies.

Lindir, overjoyed with his success, actually consumed a sixteenth of a glass of alcohol in celebration. Needless to say, he woke up with a horrible hangover.

Haldir opened a new line of hair accessories and named it- "Haldir's Hair Happiness".

Legolas made a lot of money, by selling his unique arrows to people like Elladan and Elrohir, who in turn replaced the arrows of all their friends with them.

Speaking of which- Elladan and Elrohir went on in there abstract art, except the painted it on walls.

And Ping Bing Bing?

Well…

He disappeared without a trace.

Note- Ping Bing Bing is an actor. I happened to see his name in the credits of the Forbidden Kingdom, and have no idea who he played, but when I was thinking of a name for the elf, that is what came to mind and I was like 'what the heck ok'. Thank you.