Wind.

Wind is the most feared enemy of the Elven race, for one reason, and one reason only.

Hair. If you have hair any longer than your shoulders, you are sure to understand… It get's tangled, and knotted, and impossible to handle.

Now, out of all the elves, Thranduil, the Elvenking of Mirkwood, feared and disliked wind the very most. He was very proud of his silvery, flowing locks, that if even a gust were to vaguely present itself, he would immediately scramble to put his hair up, whether he tie it back, or tie it up, or even if he were to merely lift his hood, it did not matter. He would fiercely defend his beautiful hair, if his life depended on it.

Now, his son Legolas was only slightly less paranoid. He, on the other hand, had taken to carrying a hairbrush with him, which Thranduil had refused to do (due to claims of it being 'unkingly' and things of that sort). Whenever his companions or company would turn their backs, he would vigorously comb out his luscious locks and re-braid it with the speed of light. Due to his extreme stealth, whomever he were to be traveling with, usually remained totally oblivious to the frequent hair care.

Perhaps the only elf on Arda who didn't much care for the state of his hair, was Glorfindel….But that was only because he would rather pretend his hair was nonexistent… you know… with the Balrog and all… I'm sure you understand.

A/N: *sings Christmas music to self, as lounges on couch and binges on Supernatural whilst trying not to fall asleep from copious amounts of horse riding and stuff*

And that's what I've been up to... Thanks for the reviews guys ^_^

Rousdower out_