The Magazine That Killed Legolas.
AN: Thanks to Hue Hefner, Will Smith (for the Fresh Prince episode), my friend AF who help me A LOT with the idea, and a few other people who I'm too lazy and popular to mention. xD
Legolas sat on the bed in his room. He quickly reached under the matress, pulling out a magazine. He opened it expertly as if he knew what page he was headed to and began 'reading'. The front of the magazine had a picture of a young blonde Elf and said "PlayElf" quite clearly across the top.
Suddenly, the young Elven prince heard footsteps. He scurried to tuck away the magazine under the matress when his father walked in. Thrandiul looked less than please. His face had the same stern look it had when he told Legolas to go untie Estel from the tree outside.
"Elladan tipped me off you know, Legolas. Where is it?" He arched a brow, looking around the room. Thrandiul quickly came to the matress, lifting the corner and easily finding the PlayElf. Legolas turned three shades redder than usual.
"Its not mine, adar! I'm not lying! Its Elrohir's!" He could have thought up a better lie, but then again, Elrohir was known for his crazy little secrets. None were this pervvy though. Legolas frowned when Thandiul just turned and walked out with the precious magazine in hand.
Twenty minutes had gone by and Legolas sat outside his father's door, waiting for the final punishment for his 'crime' if you could call it that. An eight hundred year old Elf should be able to choose what he reads, well.. looks at. Elrohir came down the hall bouncily and took a seat next to Legolas.
"He found your PlayElf, eh?" The raven-haired son of Elrond snickered. Legolas nodded solomnly. Elrohir started laughing quite plainly. "My brother tipped him off you know. And I'm not surprised Thrandiul believed him. Must run in the family. Thrandiul got caught for the same thing when he was your age." Elrohir fell into Legolas laughing.
Thandiul stepped out, looking down at Elrohir a moment, brow arched. Elrohir quickly shut up and ran out of the room, making himself useless but out of the way. Legolas frowned, waiting for his punishment.
"You're going to Lorien to take guard duty with the March Warden. Don't spend too much time with Haldir. I hear you're not the only one with a collection of magazines." Legolas turned, walking down the hall. At the end of the hall he grinned. Perhaps this wasn't going to be such a bad punishment after all.