Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. They belong only to the
sub-creator, Tolkien, second only to Eru. Plus I don't care what all you
stupid "die-hard" fans out there have to say with your stupid rules and
all. I respect Tolkien's work just as much, if not more than you. I doubt
very much that any of you: can speak elvish; have read all of Tolkien work
including the Hobbit, LOTR, The Unfinished Tales, The Lays of Beleriand,
Roverandum, Farmer Ham of Giles, and Smith of Major Wooton; know all of the
titles of any characters in the books; know the entire life story of the
almighty sub-creator among other things. If you possess any of these
abilities, you have my utmost respect. Also, I don't care about your stupid
Mary Sue's. Maybe I will write a story where all of the lead characters are
female and the guys stay at home and
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A Day in the Life of Legolas
One day Legolas Greenleaf, of the Woodland Realm woke up in the guest bedchamber, in Lord Elrond's house. He could hear the birds chirping outside. "What a beautiful day to be pretty," he thought. He sat up, and hit his head on the stone headboard. "Ouchies!" he thought aloud while rubbing his head, "Making a headboard out of stone is not a very good idea."
The Elf Prince was soon distracted from is pain by a plate sitting next to his bed. "Lembas!" he exclaimed excitedly. He immediately began stuffing his pretty little face. "Ugh," he moaned, "I forgot that one small bite could fill the stomach of a grown man. I feel verrrrrrry full. Blargh.("
"Gee, I hope that didn't ruin my perfect physique. Maybe I should ask someone." He started to wander around when he ran into Aragorn, literally. "Sorry. I didn't see you there," he apologized.
"That is understandable when your eyes are closed. Why exactly were your eyes shut?" answered Aragorn.
"I was tanning my eyelids. Aragorn, do you think I am fat?" asked Legolas.
"Umm."
"I could take my shirt off if it helps."
"That's okay. Why don't you just ask one of your crazy fan girls?"
"I have crazy fan girls?"
"Of course you do."
"Okie-dokie. I'll go ask one of them. Tralalalalalalalalalalalalalala!" Legolas happily skips away. Aragorn then mumbles to himself, "Why don't I get crazy fan girls?" Suddenly Eowyn pops out from behind a tree. "I'll be your crazy fan girl!" exclaims she.
"I thought I told you to leave me alone! I'm betrothed!" argues Aragorn. "Go away!" Eowyn begins to chase Aragorn around. "Help! Legolas!" shouts Isildur's Heir. "Please help me!"
But, the currently shirtless elf prince does not hear. He is to busy flexing for his fan girls. Yes, I suppose the old adage is true. Ignorance is bliss. And that was a day in the life of Legolas "Pretty Boy" Greenleaf, of the Woodland Realm. ( Blargh is a copyrighted (I wish) phrase of Astrid Tinuvial and Elelome Enterprises, a subsidiary of Eldar Corporations, which is owned by the conglomerate Ilúvatar's Children.
A Day in the Life of Legolas
One day Legolas Greenleaf, of the Woodland Realm woke up in the guest bedchamber, in Lord Elrond's house. He could hear the birds chirping outside. "What a beautiful day to be pretty," he thought. He sat up, and hit his head on the stone headboard. "Ouchies!" he thought aloud while rubbing his head, "Making a headboard out of stone is not a very good idea."
The Elf Prince was soon distracted from is pain by a plate sitting next to his bed. "Lembas!" he exclaimed excitedly. He immediately began stuffing his pretty little face. "Ugh," he moaned, "I forgot that one small bite could fill the stomach of a grown man. I feel verrrrrrry full. Blargh.("
"Gee, I hope that didn't ruin my perfect physique. Maybe I should ask someone." He started to wander around when he ran into Aragorn, literally. "Sorry. I didn't see you there," he apologized.
"That is understandable when your eyes are closed. Why exactly were your eyes shut?" answered Aragorn.
"I was tanning my eyelids. Aragorn, do you think I am fat?" asked Legolas.
"Umm."
"I could take my shirt off if it helps."
"That's okay. Why don't you just ask one of your crazy fan girls?"
"I have crazy fan girls?"
"Of course you do."
"Okie-dokie. I'll go ask one of them. Tralalalalalalalalalalalalalala!" Legolas happily skips away. Aragorn then mumbles to himself, "Why don't I get crazy fan girls?" Suddenly Eowyn pops out from behind a tree. "I'll be your crazy fan girl!" exclaims she.
"I thought I told you to leave me alone! I'm betrothed!" argues Aragorn. "Go away!" Eowyn begins to chase Aragorn around. "Help! Legolas!" shouts Isildur's Heir. "Please help me!"
But, the currently shirtless elf prince does not hear. He is to busy flexing for his fan girls. Yes, I suppose the old adage is true. Ignorance is bliss. And that was a day in the life of Legolas "Pretty Boy" Greenleaf, of the Woodland Realm. ( Blargh is a copyrighted (I wish) phrase of Astrid Tinuvial and Elelome Enterprises, a subsidiary of Eldar Corporations, which is owned by the conglomerate Ilúvatar's Children.