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Soundtrack 2My Life

"Wow, Leggy! You're hair looks ah-ma-zing!" I cried in a loud and happy, yet somewhat somber like voice.

"Thanks." He said, he was happy, yet slightly melancholy, and looked at me with gentle love filled eyes, full of admiration and adoring care.

Legolas was in a foul, but playful, mood that day. Because his hair was getting split ends, and for the sake of our beautiful bouncing baby girls, who were young yet mature for their tender age of eight years of age, I made him get a haircut. It was only an inch, yet he felt it made him take him further from his elfish heriage.

"Seriously, it's really nice." I purred, running my graceful fingers through the luscious platinum blonde locks that were his crown of beautiful hair.

I was trying to be extra nice to him lately, because ever since they closed the entrance to Rivendell thousands of years ago, he had been in a bad mood. Although, we had only met a little over 10 years ago at a bake sale for homeless octopi.

It was your basic love story, we met, and exchanged priceless miniature models of Doctor Who's Tardis. Only, Legos had gently written his number on the bottom of his (in dry-erase marker of course, so I could rub it off later, as to not damage the value) Tardis. Later that night, I took the Tardis out of my ridiculously trendy handbag, and noticed the last digit was erased!
I tried all the numbers…

701-7020… "Hola?"

701-7021… "You have reached the hotline for delusional souls…"

701-7022… "FUCK YOU, STOP FUKCING CALLING YOUR FUCK—"

701-7020… "Hola?"

701-7020… "HOLA?"

701-7023… "Madame Occalat?"

701-7024… "Hey, it's Wendi, for a fun time press 6."

701-7025… "Pizza Hut." I ordered an extra large pizza with pepperoni before hanging up.

701-7026… "I want to kill you."

701-7027… "Mommy…?"

701-7028… "Helloskiesdizzlefizzle?"

701-7020… "…Hola?"

701-7029, finally! Bingo! Voila! Alas! I head his angelic yet manly voice booming on the other side of the phone, quietly. "Hello?" He said, gruff, yet caring. It was like he already knew it was me!

"It's like you already knew it was me!" I said, seductive yet breathless, with a trace of a southeastern Texan accent.

"I have caller ID."

Fate.

The next day we met up for Scottish oysters at a large and touristry, yet comfortable and cozy, dinner.

I still remember me leaning over the seat.

"I know what you are." I said, looking at his pointed ears.

"Say it. Out loud."

"An elf." I breathed.

And now, a mere decade later, we are married with our precocious, and outgoing, yet gentle and shy twins, Eowyn and Aria.

And our life is perfect, but happy.

That is, until the day Dumbledore showed up on our doorstep; the severed head of a chamoisee colored, Oberhasli goat.

Cliffy I know! :) Better check back for the update! :)