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            "And you have no idea how this happened?" asked Elrond for what seemed like the tenth time.

            "No. It just sort of… happened," answered Legolas, sounding repetitive since it was nearly the tenth time he'd had to say this.

Elrond quickly held up a hand to silence Tom, who had opened his mouth, about to sing. Then Elrond said the words that Legolas ad been dreading – "I am sorry, Legolas. I do not know how to fix this."

            "What?!" gasped Legolas, "But, Lord Elrond, you are a renowned healer! Surely there is some way-"

            Elrond shook his head. "There is no way that I know of…"

            "Have you never treated a case like this before?!" Legolas asked, suppressing the whiny element threatening to come out in his voice.

            "Actually… no I've never handled such a thing as this before," shrugged Elrond, "I'm sorry, Legolas."

            Legolas sighed, dejected. "Is there nothing I can do?" he asked.

            Elrond considered. "Well…" he finally began, "You might consult Mithrandir. He is staying in Rivendell, as well."

            Legolas jumped to his feet. Surely the wizard would know what to do! "Thank you, Lord Elrond!" he exclaimed, bowing. "Where can Mithrandir be found?"

            "He is in the library right now," answered Elrond.

            "Thank you again! Come on Tom!" Legolas replied, grabbing Tom's wrist and dragging the elven body that was housing Tom's mind with him down the corridors as he went to find Gandalf. (Though not without giving Elrond a final bow)

            Racing down the halls, Legolas blocked out most of Tom's useless, insane singing, but soon Legolas was muttering along to the "ring dong a-dillo" and "Tom Bombadill-o!" parts.

            Eventually realizing that he had been participating in this inane madness, Legolas thought, Ai, Valar, what is the world coming to? before screeching to a stop in front of the library.

            Dragging Tom with him, Legolas yanked open the door to find Gandalf (called by the elves 'Mithrandir') sitting and smoking his pipe while surrounded by piles of books.

            "Mithrandir!" Legolas gasped (Tom's body was not well-suited to running and dragging heavy objects) and bowed.

            "Legolas?" responded Gandalf, turning to the unsuspecting, jigging, rambling 'Legolas' and the unnaturally quiet, serious 'Tom'. "Legolas," repeated Gandalf, "Is that dancing you're doing?" Gandalf quirked a bushy eyebrow at the grooving body of 'Legolas'.

            Waving his hand to get the wizard's attention, the real Legolas said, "Actually, Mithrandir, I am Legolas. Tom Bombadil and I have somehow switched bodies and we have been to see Lord Elrond about it, but alas, he does not know how to switch us back. Might you be able to?"

            Gandalf thought. And thought. And thought. The sun set and it grew dark outside, and still Gandalf smoked his pipe and pondered while Legolas and Tom looked on.

            Finally Gandalf spoke. "I do not believe I have the means to fix this, Legolas. I know not how it was done, and as such I do not know how it can be un-done."

            Legolas's face fell upon hearing Gandalf's reply.

            Tom began a song:

            "Hey dong doodly do, diddly ding dillo,

            Mister Gandalf doesn't know, fal lal the willow,

            How to switch the bodies of the elf and Bombadill-o,

            Hey doodly, ho diddly, ring ding a-dillo!"

            "Shut up, you," growled Legolas, shaking his fist with an urge to kill Tom for two reasons: One, he was being extremely annoying, and two, he wasn't being serious. Singing at a time like this! Ai, Valar…

            Gandalf, seeing the murderous glint in Legolas's eyes, quickly interjected, "But that does not mean that it cannot be fixed. Perhaps there is some way…" Gandalf resumed his slow, ponderous contemplative smoking while Legolas stared, exasperated.

            "Give me a puff or two of that!" grumbled Legolas, grateful for once to not be in his normal body. Elves couldn't handle pipe-weed very well.

            Shrugging a bit, Gandalf handed Legolas his pipe and allowed the non-elven Legolas to have a few puffs before taking the pipe away again. Gandalf then continued his musing, without having to worry about Legolas's murderous glint anymore, for Legolas was now staring blankly at the windows.

            "Whoa," he commented, while running his fingertips up and down the window frame, "I can see why you like this stuff…"

            Gandalf gave him an amused, all-knowing look and muttered, "First time on pipe-weed, eh? Everybody gets like that their first time…"

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