Hello all!

I haven't as of yet introduced myself on this story. My name is Uiriel, though many shorten it to Ri. Obviously I love Lord of the Rings, as well as Sherlock (both Conan Doyle and BBC), Merlin, Harry Potter, and many others. I am just starting Doctor Who. These drabbles (though some are a bit long to be drabbles) are so much fun to write! Everyone should take this challenge.

I try to update once a day, though that does not always happen. Trust me though, I will not abandon this story!

All right, enough of me. Make sure to review! Now to your feature presentation...

Legolas had had enough.

For the entirety of that foolish human's life Legolas had been cleaning—cleaning the floors after he walked past trailing plant parts, cleaning the messes he spread on the furniture, cleaning his clothes after they were tarnished, even giving him baths when he was little!

Well, he wasn't so little anymore, and Legolas was not going to deal with the dirt and grime any longer!

The immediate temptation was to douse him in water, but that was too easy. Besides, that would only rewet the dried mud.

Wine, however, would be far more irritating and much more original...

With a mischievous grin Legolas called to the elves. "Bring a barrel of white wine to the wall, above the main gate. The most acidic you can find. Quickly!"

Confused elves raised eyebrows as they hurried to do their prince's bidding.

Immediately Legolas sprinted to the ledge and peered over it, to watch Aragorn.

The man glanced down just as Legolas peered over. The elf smiled. This was going to be perfect!

Legolas could tell Aragorn was on edge, but not overly so. In truth, Aragorn was very curious as to what his friend was planning. He wanted to see what Legolas would do; he'd regret it later.

Legolas saw the approaching barrel and called out to his friend, who had sat and leaned against the gate. "Aragorn!"

The man looked and stood, grinning. "Hello, Legolas. And how are you today?"

The elf smiled mischievously. "Oh, feeling fine. And you?"

"Never better!" he responded, laughing.

He was staring up as a barrel materialized in Legolas' hands. Then it was upon him.

Aragorn had been living outdoors for some time. The sun had burned his skin, his hands were dry and cracked, and despite his caution various minor cuts and scrapes littered his body.

The addition of acid, therefore, was an unpleasant one.

Aragorn shouted in surprise, then hissed as the wine burned into his raw and broken flesh. He gasped in pain, and Legolas grinned slightly. "That should eat through your filth nicely!"

Aragorn attempted to glare at the spot where Legolas had been, but the elf was gone. Shortly he emerged from the palace, a large basin in hand. Aragorn could vaguely see the sloshing water and the handle of a coarse brush.

Oh, did Aragorn regret this now!

Legolas set down the water before Aragorn had even the chance to fully clear the intoxicated hair from his eyes.

Then the man was pushed into the metal vat, and the brush scrubbed painfully across his skin and clothes. Aragorn cried out in shock, only causing Legolas to laugh more loudly.

What felt like an eternity later, Aragorn was permitted to exit the now exceedingly dark water. His skin was red and shining, his hands cracked almost to bleeding, his hair sticking limply to his face.

Legolas could not stop laughing, and after a moment, the human joined him.

"Now," Legolas said between gasps, "you are clean enough to enter and take a real bath. And I will never, ever, be cleaning up after you again!"

"Absolutely never," Aragorn agreed with an mirthful but embarrassed smile. He had not appreciated his punishment and did not wish to repeat it.

Then the impeccable Prince of the Woodland Realm led the future King of Gondor into the palace, the latter still vaguely smelling of white wine.