Title: Legolas gets a haircut dun dun dah!
Author: Faline
Summary: 3rd challenge fic. Using the lines, "You can't get married, you're running a harem!" and "And you suspect what, Bigfoot?" in 500 words or less. Hmm, can she do it? We shall see, oh yes we shall
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"You can't get married! You're running a harem!"
Legolas, the incredibly hot elf of course, had expected that type of response from his father. His father hadn't married. His grandfather hadn't married, and as a Greenleaf, Legolas didn't need to get married either.
He knew all of this, and he didn't care. He had fallen in love, with a girl elf named Faline who had actually beat him, on several occasions, at the bow. After that, he was hooked on her. She was hot too, that's always a perk.
"And what about this trip across the sea with that short thing you're always dragging around my palace?"
"Gimli?"
"Yeah, him. You know, he had some high hopes of you two, you know." His father gestured vaguely with his hands and the prince threw up his hands in exasperation.
"Why do you always have to ruin good relationships with my girlfriends. I'll never forgive you for what you did to poor Anair back in the Second Age. That was cruel father!"
His father snorted at the memory and came very close to rolling on the floor in mirth. Yes, poor Anair. Her eyebrows would probably never grow back. Seeing the look of hate on his son's face, King Thuranduil's disposition sobered immediately. "Do you really love her?" His son nodded. "Then, I will give my consent for this marriage on one condition."
Legolas was ecstatic. "What? I'll do anything! You just have to name it."
His father's sly smile made him think second about his statement. "You have cut off all your hair, and then I'll consent."
His father had wits, that was for sure because the long blond tresses that his son bore were his favorite feature. "BUT! You can not do that! It takes like 500 years for my hair to grow even an inch! And even then, it's never the same! There is no way you can make me!"
"Well, I'm not making you. If you want to keep your hair, don't get married, that simple."
Legolas could feel a great big whining fest coming on. He didn't want to shave his hair, but he wanted to get married. He was in love. Frowning deeply, he called for the 'Royal Princely Hair Cutting Shears' and prepared to cut his golden locks. His father watched on, fascinated, until it came down to the exact cutting moment. Legolas was wavering. Why was he cutting his hair again?
At that moment, a hush fell over the watching elves and all eyes were diverted to the door where a beautiful maiden stood, clutching the arm of the resurrected Boromir of Gondor. "Leggie," she giggled, "I've found someone else. The wedding is off!"
Legolas started to cry as the girl frolicked out. Seeing his son, the king realized that the enchanting woman had been Faline and that he had broken his son's heart. "That was her? God, she was hot!"
Through his tears, the Prince managed to squeak out, "What did you suspect? Bigfoot?"
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I changed the second one to past tense because it's all good and yeah. Other than that, that is challenge number three over and done! Every one else get yours in soon menacing growl that sounds more like a meow Yeah! So there! Lol.
Author: Faline
Summary: 3rd challenge fic. Using the lines, "You can't get married, you're running a harem!" and "And you suspect what, Bigfoot?" in 500 words or less. Hmm, can she do it? We shall see, oh yes we shall
!~!~!~!~!
"You can't get married! You're running a harem!"
Legolas, the incredibly hot elf of course, had expected that type of response from his father. His father hadn't married. His grandfather hadn't married, and as a Greenleaf, Legolas didn't need to get married either.
He knew all of this, and he didn't care. He had fallen in love, with a girl elf named Faline who had actually beat him, on several occasions, at the bow. After that, he was hooked on her. She was hot too, that's always a perk.
"And what about this trip across the sea with that short thing you're always dragging around my palace?"
"Gimli?"
"Yeah, him. You know, he had some high hopes of you two, you know." His father gestured vaguely with his hands and the prince threw up his hands in exasperation.
"Why do you always have to ruin good relationships with my girlfriends. I'll never forgive you for what you did to poor Anair back in the Second Age. That was cruel father!"
His father snorted at the memory and came very close to rolling on the floor in mirth. Yes, poor Anair. Her eyebrows would probably never grow back. Seeing the look of hate on his son's face, King Thuranduil's disposition sobered immediately. "Do you really love her?" His son nodded. "Then, I will give my consent for this marriage on one condition."
Legolas was ecstatic. "What? I'll do anything! You just have to name it."
His father's sly smile made him think second about his statement. "You have cut off all your hair, and then I'll consent."
His father had wits, that was for sure because the long blond tresses that his son bore were his favorite feature. "BUT! You can not do that! It takes like 500 years for my hair to grow even an inch! And even then, it's never the same! There is no way you can make me!"
"Well, I'm not making you. If you want to keep your hair, don't get married, that simple."
Legolas could feel a great big whining fest coming on. He didn't want to shave his hair, but he wanted to get married. He was in love. Frowning deeply, he called for the 'Royal Princely Hair Cutting Shears' and prepared to cut his golden locks. His father watched on, fascinated, until it came down to the exact cutting moment. Legolas was wavering. Why was he cutting his hair again?
At that moment, a hush fell over the watching elves and all eyes were diverted to the door where a beautiful maiden stood, clutching the arm of the resurrected Boromir of Gondor. "Leggie," she giggled, "I've found someone else. The wedding is off!"
Legolas started to cry as the girl frolicked out. Seeing his son, the king realized that the enchanting woman had been Faline and that he had broken his son's heart. "That was her? God, she was hot!"
Through his tears, the Prince managed to squeak out, "What did you suspect? Bigfoot?"
!~!~!~!~
I changed the second one to past tense because it's all good and yeah. Other than that, that is challenge number three over and done! Every one else get yours in soon menacing growl that sounds more like a meow Yeah! So there! Lol.
