If you read Thranduil's Eyebrows, this is much later, when Legolas is older. It was just going to be a one shot, but I got a idea for another chapter. So, when you read this and want more of, well, you'll see, it will come. :)

"Ada, I'm leaving!" Legolas announced early one morning.

"What? Where are you going?"

"I told you about this a week ago, I'm going to meet Aragorn and kill some orcs, maybe a couple of Mary-Sues."

"Oh, okay. Have fun then!" Thranduil waved at his son with one hand, while reaching for his wine glass with the other. "Do you want any wine for the journey?"

"No, I'm fine," Legolas replied; frankly, he was a little tired of wine. He wanted something new, something, eh... not wine.

Legolas started off; he found his favorite horse, packed a few things, and made sure his phone was dead before he left. He had his favorite sword, and bow, and his quiver was full. All set for orc slaying, and not wine drinking.

He set off cheerfully through the forest, singing a little to himself. Around mid-day, he met up with Aragorn.

"Hello," he called cheerfully.

"Hello," Aragorn said, not so cheerfully.

"What's wrong," Legolas asked.

"I got attacked by orcs, pushed into a waterfall, and ran into a yellow jacket nest."

"Oh, well, my Ada won't stop trying to get me to drink wine, I mean, I'm sick of that stuff. I refuse to drink it for a thousand years."

"That's terrible," Aragorn said. "And here I am going on and on about being attacked by orcs, having a broken rib or two, and so on."

Legolas nodded. "I know it's just terrible. All that wine."

"Let's go kill some orcs then," Aragorn cheered. "That always seems to cheer you up."

-

Blood sprayed, splattering the ground, and staining it red. Aragorn flicked his sword, knocking off the blood. "Whew! That was intense!" he exclaimed, looking down at the fallen orc. He was pleased with his work, having killed his first orc for the day.

"Legolas! Did you see that! Was that awesome or what?!"

"Hmm, yeah, sure," Legolas replied. He was surveying the field around him, filled with the bodies of dead, and withering, dying orcs. Which were going to be dead in moments, so basically, dead.

"That was so spectacular!" Aragorn said, proud of his work. "Now! Let's go chase down the last of those foul beast, and slay them!" He turned to face Legolas.

"Oh, never mind." Aragorn's shoulder's slumped as he saw the dead – well, all dead now, orcs. Sorry, no more withering and pain. Unless you can be in pain after dying, which means... Ugh, never mind, I don't feel like starting a debate. Not that, forget it.

"Why do you never save any for me?" Aragorn whined.

"I did."

"Yeah, one."

"No, I saved two for you."

"You did! YAY. Wait, where is it?"

There was a whiz, then thump, then-

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Legolas patiently waited until Aragorn had finished screaming, (this is when Aragorn is still pretty young. NOT TWENTY!) Like, um...eh, never mind. After about thirty minutes of Aragorn screaming, Legolas got tired of waiting for him to kill the orc. He pulled out an arrow, and shot it through the orc's eye socket. It died.

Aragorn stopped screaming, "WHY DID YOU KILL MY ORC!"

"You were taking too long," Legolas replied. "Are you going to take the arrow out of your leg?"

"What? Arrow? What arrow? Oh. Why is there an arrow in my leg?"

"You got shot."

"By what?"

"The orc."

"I MUST EXTRACT MY REVENGE!" Aragorn roared. He jerked his sword in the air. And... it fell out of his hand, and landed on his foot.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Legolas walked up behind him, and hit him across the back of the head. He was really tired of listening to his screaming. No, really, he was tired, right after that he got his blanky he brought along, and took a nap.

-
Aragorn woke up, laying on a table inside a Inn (not the Prancing Pony). This one was called the Running Away in Fear of Orcs Pony. Anyway, he woke up to loud noises, and Legolas glaring at a glass of wine in front of him.

"I refuse to drink this!" he exclaimed.

Aragorn slid off the table into a chair, his wounds had been sort of bandaged, enough to stop the bleeding anyway. Legolas picked up the glass of wine, and threw it across the room.

"Have you tried their Kool-aid?" Aragorn asked.

"Their what?"

"Kool-aid, it's a really good drink." Aragorn turned to a waiter. "Will you get us two glasses of tropical punch Kool-aid?"

The server nodded, and hurried off. Mostly, because he was afraid of Legolas. A couple minutes later, a different person served them their drinks.

Legolas tossed them a chunk of gold, and accepted the red drink. It kind of looked like wine. He stared at it suspiciously, took a sip.

"THIS IS AWESOME!"

Elves usually don't use that word, but he had been hanging around Aragorn too long.

"Another!" Legolas shouted, after he finished, crashing his cup to the floor. The owner of the Inn didn't care; he was in the back room with the gold chunk. Hunched over it, whispering, "My precious!" While drinking Kool-aid.

"Where do you get this wonderful stuff?" Legolas asked the waiter.

"We get it in shipments, but you can find it at Wal-Mart."

"I hate Wal-Mart!" Legolas snapped back.

"Well, um... you could have it shipped to you."

"Good. Send it to this address," Legolas scribbled down his Ada's address on some paper, and handed it to the waiter. "You will be paid, um... a lot of money."

The waiter's face lit up, and he hurried away, muttering, "Money, money, money!"

"Where to next?" Aragorn asked.

Legolas shrugged, "Home, I guess. I have an awesome idea!"

Aragorn thought that Legolas was really starting to use that word to much.

-

Aragorn and Legolas snickered as they tip-toed down the wine cellar. They walked up to where Thranduil's wine was, and switched it out with a glass of Kool-aid. Then, they went around switching out the rest of the wine with Kool-aid.

"Now we will break his wine drinking habit," Legolas said.

Aragorn laughed evilly, and rubbed his hands together.

"Don't ever do that again," Legolas said.

"Okay."

"Have you tasted the wine lately!?" Thranduil exclaimed to his son. "They must have changed something!"

Legolas froze, fear coming to him. Had his Father found out? Had Aragorn ratted him out? No, Aragorn would never do that.

"IT'S WONDERFUL!"

Legolas let out a sigh. "Yes, Ada. I tried it."

"Great! I love this stuff! I'm on my two hundred and thirty-second glass, and still not drunk!"

"Um, yeah, great. Ada, I have to go now, I uh..."

"I must have my revenge!" Aragorn screamed, running in the throne room.

"Is that your human friend?" Thranduil asked.

"Yes. I think I need to take him to Imladris. I thought he had healed, but it seems as if something from the wound has affected him."

"I thought he was always like that."

"Oh, yeah. You're right. He wants me to go kill some orcs with him though."

"Sure, go on, just be sure to be back in time for my party."

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