Merry Christmas, everyone! I wrote this goofy Mirkwood Yuletide poem, and figured I'd share it with all of you! Have a great holiday, everyone:)

Oh yeah, I guess I'd better say that I obviously don't own the original 'Twas the Night...' poem, lol!

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'Twas the night before Yuletide, and all through the palace,

Legolas and his friends drank wine from a chalice.

Their weapons were hung by the doorway with care,

In hopes that pranksters won't dare to come near.

The elflings were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of presents danced in their heads.

The queen in her kerchief, and the king in his cap,

Had just settled their brains for a long night's nap.

When out in the stables there arose such a clatter,

Legolas and friends ran to see what was the matter.

Away to the exit they ran very fast,

Tore open the door, and shot out like a blast.

The light from the moon soon lit up the night,

And all the young friends then gasped at the sight.

For, what to their wandering eyes should appear,

But a certain elf-lord, who was mad as a bear!

His light-brown horse was dyed black as a skunk,

And he knew in a moment that the youngsters were drunk.

The others all laughed, and hiccupped from drink,

And Elrond wished they'd disappear in a blink.

"Legolas! Elladan! Elrohir! Aragorn!"

His voice was as angry and loud as a horn.

"Into your rooms, and try not to fall!

Now dash away, dash away, dash away all!"

They ran as horses that object to be bound,

When they met with an obstacle, they tripped to the ground.

So up to their rooms, all four of them flew,

With a stop to grab food, and the wine chalice too!

And then, in a twinkling, they heard from the stable,

The sound of water, and a certain elf's grumble.

When they all met up in the Prince's room,

Legolas suddenly fell with a boom!

He lay on the floor, and hiccupped again,

And all his friends merrily chuckled at him.

A bundle of pastries, Aragorn had,

And he looked like he wanted to eat them a tad.

His eyes; how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

For out in the stable it had been very cold,

And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow!

Legolas laughed on the floor and hiccupped,

For no one had thought to help the elf up.

He reached for the leg at the end of his bed,

But accidentally grabbed Elladan's instead!

The other elf yelped, and fast pulled away,

And the sudden motion made poor Legolas sway.

He fell flat on his face, and echoed the yelp,

Whacking his head, he was no jolly ol' elf.

They laughed when they saw him, not knowing his pain,

Legolas looked up, his intention quite plain.

A bruise already had formed on his head,

And he got up and fell again, onto his bed.

The others were worried, and gathered around him,

But Legolas reached out, and swung at Elladan!

The older elf ducked, but was also quite drunk,

So he fell to the floor with a very loud thunk.

Legolas laughed, his revenge being won,

The others joined in, having much fun.

When Elrond was finished washing his steed,

He went into the palace, craving some mead.

He saw it was quiet, and quickly grew nervous,

For the youngsters were good at causing much mischief.

He went to their rooms, finding none of his sons,

Until reaching the Prince's, and found everyone.

They all were asleep, on the floor and his bed,

And Elrond frowned at the bruise on his head.

But they all heard him whisper, as he walked out of sight,

"Happy Yuletide to all, and to all a goodnight!"