A/N: And another holiday parody! Just in case, I will say something now. I have nothing against Irish people. In any case, St. Patty's Day in ME? Boy, are they in for it…
"They're celebrating what?" asked Gimli.
"St. Patrick's Day," Legolas said for the fourth time. "And you're coming with me."
"To Mirkwood?"
"No, to Greenwood," Legolas corrected. "Only evil creatures with no sympathy call it Mirkwood."
"So…Aragorn's an evil creature without sympathy?" Gimli grinned.
"Ah, that's not the point!" Legolas cried. "Stop getting off the subject! We're going to Mirkwood – "
"I thought you said Greenwood!" Gimli pointed out.
"I meant Greenwood! You know I did!"
"But you didn't say it…"
"For crying out loud! Stop it! We're going to Greenwood, and you're going to show my dad that Dwarves aren't evil, and you're going to wear green!"
"Ew!" Gimli shrieked. "Green? Green? Green completely clashes with the red in my beard!"
Legolas blinked, then regained his composure. "You have to."
"But why?" whined the Dwarf.
"Because if you don't, they'll pinch you."
"Why?"
"Because they do! Now stop yapping and go change!" Legolas ordered.
"I'll change," muttered Gimli under his breath, "but I won't wear green."
Galadriel, Celeborn, and Haldir stepped in front of King Thranduil's throne.
"Thank you for inviting us," said Galadriel, nodding respectfully.
"Thank you for coming!" replied Thranduil, looking insane with glee. "And happy St. Patrick's Day!"
"You, too, Your Highness," said Celeborn, forcing a smile.
They headed off to their quarters, Celeborn ahead walking with Galadriel and Haldir in the rear. Once they got out of the Great Hall, Haldir leaned over to Galadriel and whispered, "What's St. Patrick's Day?"
"Despite the fact that I am considered the wisest of all Elves, and the fact that I have foresight, and am incredibly powerful, I have no idea," Galadriel said.
"Well," Haldir said, "that bodes well for our visit."
"We'll have to play that we know what it is, and just try to do our best," Celeborn said.
"I'm not good at that," Haldir said, frowning. He looked down at his tunic and held up a pendant he'd been given. It was an emerald carved in the shape of a shamrock. "And what the heck is this?" he asked.
Galadriel looked at hers, gazing intently at it. A moment later, she shrugged. "Beats me."
Legolas practically dragged Gimli into the cave that was his father's palace.
"Leave me be, you idiot Elf!" Gimli cried, struggling and wiggling. It was in vain. Legolas had a strong grip.
"You're coming with me or else!" Legolas said.
"Or else what?" Gimli ventured, his fingers digging into the stone face beside him.
"Or else I'll braid flowers into your beard!"
Gimli gasped in horror, his fingers retracting suddenly from the stone. Legolas fell over.
"You wouldn't!" Gimli screeched.
"I would," Legolas said, pushing the Dwarf off of him.
"Fine, I'll go," Gimli said.
As they entered the Great Hall, Gimli nudged Legolas.
The Elf-prince looked down at him. "What?"
"You wouldn't really, would you?"
"Nah."
Gimli threw off a stream of Dwarvish curses and stomped his foot.
As they neared the center of the hall, a collective gasp emanated from the group of Elves in the room.
Gimli and Legolas froze.
And then, one voice from the crowd shrieked, "Dear Illuvatar! It's a leprechaun!"