Hope you guys like this story, I found it to be funny so I hope you do to!
Legolas has a bad hair day
Legolas woke up, he stretched his arms. It was early in the morning. Legolas liked to wake up early, he needed time to fix his hair the way he liked it. Getting out of bed he walked to the mirror, where he kept his brush. He picked it up, he loved his hairbrush nearly as much as he loved his hair (and that was really saying something). He looked at his reflection, and it was all he could do not to scream.
His hair was frizzed up all around his face. Frantically he attempted to brush it flat, but to no avail. He was having a bad hair day.
He had never had a bad hair day before. What would he do? What could he do? His hair was still better than lots of people, but he wasn't lots of people. This was unacceptable! He had an image to maintain.
He would wash it. That should help, right? He was having a panic attack. All he was capable of thinking of was what might happen if someone saw him like this. He finished lathering his shampoo and rinsed it out. He towel dried his hair, but it was still damp. The ten minutes of waiting for it to air dry were agonizing. Finally the wait was over.
He slowly went to his mirror terrified of what he might see. He stepped into view. He looked better than he had before, but still not as good as he should, not half as good as he wanted. How could this happen? His hair was never messy, that was Aragorn, or Gimli. It was practically his job to have perfect hair. It was almost more important than killing orcs.
He decided to braid it all back, so that no one could tell. He didn't like it , he was incapable of performing his usual hair flips. He unbraided it, and threw himself on the bed. He was about to cry, his perfect, wonderful hair was ruined. He had no idea how long this would last, After all he was an elf, a bad hair "day" could go on for years. At this point he finally broke down and wept, his whole life was ruined.
He opened his eyes to see that it was almost noon. He rolled over and laid there moping. Hours passed. Finally his father, King Thranduil, came to his room.
"Son, you have to come out of your room sometime, I won't just have you lying here feeling sorry for yourself."
"But my hair is awful, my whole life is ruined!"
"Legolas you have always been dramatic but this is ridiculous. Your hair is fine."
"No it isn't!" he yelled "I look awful!"
"Check the mirror again, your hair is the same as it always has been. It has flattened out."
Legolas looked in his mirror yet again. His hair really was back to normal! All was well.
"Oh thank you ada! I'm so happy!"
" My son, your hair is very important to you, I will do all in my power to make sure it stays perfect."
Legolas lived happily ever after with his perfect hair.
The End