Jokes on You

A cloaked figure walked through the dark halls of the castle of Mirkwood, searching for a certain door. As the figure passed through the halls, it looked upon paintings of the king and his fair son. The figure smirked and continued to travel through the halls. It stopped at a door and opened it quietly, as to not awake the sleeping figure inside.

The figure walked up to the bed and pulled out what looked like to be a sticky substance. The figure carefully placed the substance in the hand of the sleeping person, and carefully removed a feather from its cloak. In the light you could see the sleeping figure was that of King Thranduil. The figure took the feather and positioned it at the base of the kings' nose and started to flick it so as to tickle the king.

The king moved ever so slightly and touched his nose with the hand that was filled with the sticky substance. The cloaked figure chuckled lightly and then after it successfully got the kings face smeared in all of the substance, it took its leave.

~Early the Next Morning~

A scream was heard throughout the kingdom, and it was none other then the King himself. He woke up to stickiness and the corner of his mouth stuck to his thumb. He apparently had been sucking on his thumb during the night.. (A/N: lol sorry I couldn't resist..don't hate me because you know you find it funny too! lol). A fair haired elf ran into his fathers' room and burst out laughing.

"Legolas! Don't just stand there, help me!" So Legolas did as he was told and after a long time of whining and cleaning with soap (A/N: they had soap back then right? Well they had to so they didn't smell like orcs right? Lol), the king was successfully clean. Legolas was still chuckling to himself.

~Later that Night~

The cloaked figure resumed its plan again, although, instead of the king, the figure chose the prince. The cloaked figure walked down the hall to the room Legolas would be sleeping in. The figure (A/N: are you getting sick of the figure yet? Lol sorry you'll know who it is soon) stopped at the door and quietly snuck in. The figure walked over to the bed of the sleeping form and went through its cloak trying to find some berries to dye the princes' fair hair with. Although when the figure turned its back to find the berries it had in its cloak, it soon found an elven blade handled delicately to its neck.

"I would not move, if I were you" The voice said.

"Eh sir, but you are not me..." The cloaked figure responded.

"Tell me who you are and why you are here?" The voice asked. "You really are not that bright if you so wisely think I will answer those questions, Prince" The figure replied.

"Oh, so you do know whom I am.well then if you wont tell me who you are I shall just have to see for myself" With that said, the prince removes the hood of the cloak, and with that he let out a gasp.

Underneath the cloak lay a beautiful elf maiden, with eyes so light that they were almost white, but with a hint of light green. She had long flowing dark brown hair that ended in ringlets. Although she had one fault that stood out. Over her left eye was a scar that stretched from her eye brow to her cheek bone. It wasn't a dark scar but it was enough to notice.

"You're a girl!" Legolas replied so obviously.

"Why thank you 'O obvious one" She replied sarcastically.

Legolas chuckled. "Well does this fair maiden have a name?" he asked.

"I do believe I have one, although I do not think I should tell you" she said.

"Why not?" He asked

"Because, I believe you may turn me into your father for what I did to him last night." She replied.

"It was you who did that?" Legolas was surprised.

All she did was nod. Legolas started to laugh.

"It was really quite funny. My father was fretting how he would never get his thumb unstuck." Legolas smiled.

"Well, I'm glad it amused you." She smiled. "But now I do have to go" As she said this, she leaped of his balcony and successfully landed on her feet, on the ground outside.

Legolas ran to the balcony and called out after her. "You never told me your name.please tell me what it is?" he yelled.

"Kiya" she yelled back, and then without a second look she was gone.

Legolas smiled to himself and went back to bed, determined to find this Kiya in the morning.