Foolish Things Done Rashly
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It was a beautiful Thursday afternoon. The sun was shining, the birds singing, and all was alive and well. It was ten years after the destruction of the Ring, and Legolas was sitting in a wooden chair in a clearing, pondering all he had seen. He recalled all the happy days he had spent in Mirkwood and the glorious days with the Fellowship. A smile flitted across his face as he recalled the numerous pranks pulled on Arwen and Aragorn by himself, Elladan, and Elrohir.
The smile faded though as he recalled the more sad and troubled moments, like when he had run through his father's halls playing Elves and Orcs and he had been the heroic elf hunting the villainous orc Elladan, and he had shot his mother's favorite vase. He then recalled the corporal punishment that followed. Then he remembered when he and Elrohir had been playing "The Rebellion of the Noldor", and had an entire host of Imladris elflings rebelling against their brethren and the Valar. His mind played back their glorious escape from Rivendell, and then the wrath of Elrond after they all had thoroughly ruined his gardens. He then recalled the vexation of Elrond as he pretended to be Beren and Arwen pretended to be Luthien and they would sneak off to slay Morgoth, or in their case, Glorfindel.
His smile returned at how many times Glorfindel had been slain, captured, tied up, and made filthy with his elfling playing and prank pulling.
Yet all of this foolishness seemed to pale in comparison to perhaps his greatest blunder of all time, the time he told Merry and Pippin he would come up to the Shire and celebrate the birthdays of their children. In an impulsive desire for reunion and seeing half-sized Halflings, he had written back to his hobbit friends, telling them he would certainly come. He had traveled to the Shire with few problems, and enjoyed a mirth-filled reunion with two of his dearest friends.
They talked and drank, and drank and ate, and then talked some more and danced a little, and all had seemed well, until the day of the party. The children wanted to dance around the may-pole, but there was no pole, so they had used him, with his consent. They learned he was too tall for the hobbit children, so they sat him down in a tall chair.
Thus it was that Legolas was sitting in a chair, outside, on a bright and beautiful Thursday afternoon being tied up in brightly colored ribbons. Yes indeed, of all the foolish things he had done, this was definitely amongst the most foolish them.
Once their sport was over, the children, quite too dizzy to bother with unwrapping him, left him to be unwrapped by the adults. Unfortunately for Legolas, Merry was too busy keeping the children from being destructive, and Pippin was too busy eating to untie the poor elf. After a few minutes struggle he gave up and looked up at the sun. She smiled on him, he smiled at her, and then he sighed.
"Father told me I would get it back one day," he said to himself as Merry and Pippin came running up and apologizing.