-comes in on crutches- Well, TheAmazingTechnocolorRingWraith told me to break a leg, so I did by jumping off the stage. Well the Wizard of Oz went great and my first day of high school was great. Thanks for the offer, sweet-haret179. Now I am soooooo sorry for the delay. First, my Microsoft Word trial ran out and my dad has yet to install the full version meaning that I have to use Word Pad. After that I just haven't had time to work on it. Here is another filler chapter. It isn't that good so please don't kill me. I swear things will heat up after this. Anyway, on with the fic!

Birds chirped sweetly on the balcony railing, waking the sleeping Elf inside the room. Thranduil pulled the covers back over his head, trying to block out the bird's singing in an attempt to get a little more rest. After a few minuets of tossing and turning, he flung the covers off and stood up, knowing that he wasn't going to get any more sleep. He stifled a yawn as he dressed and went to freshen up, giving the birds a glare as he did so. As he looked in the mirror, he suddenly remembered the wound above his eye from the previous night. It had stopped bleeding but it was still large enough that if it wasn't hidden some curious Elf would ask some very awkward questions. Yet there was no way to cover it up. Unless….. Thranduil groaned knowing that he was going to look like a fool, but drastic times called for drastic measures.
"Thranduil, what happened?" Elrond raised a brow as the slightly disgruntled King of Mirkwood entered the dining hall with hair in his face.

"I believe it's something that mortals would call a bad hair day." Thranduil seated himself with as much dignity as he could, despite the fact that he could barely see. He had been forced to frizz up his normally straight and neat hair to hide the cut above his eye, destroying his dignity in the process. He continued to recieve strange looks as the hall filled with Elves who tried their hardest not to stare. They were lucky that Thranduil's face was covered or else they would be running in terror from the glares he sent out. Even as the meal started he was still given strange looks, most curious glances from those who were familiar with the Elvenking. Elrond, too, was curious as to why Thranduil was acting so offended by these glances. It was natural curiosity that was fueling them. Thranduil ate quietly, ignoring the usual chatter around the table. He needed to get out of here, and soon before anyone became too curious. That opportunity came not a moment too soon when Elladan and Elrohir came bursting in the room, a pink haired Glofindel at their heels.

"But we didn't do anything!" Elrohir yelled, though laughter was apparent on his face.

"It wasn't us!" Elladan's face mirrored that of his twin.

Glorfindel had a murdurous look on his face. "I know it was you twin terrorists! Don't even try to deny it!" Quickly standing up, Thranduil used the distraction to give him time to escape. He quickly and quietly slipped through the doors without anyone noticing since most Elves were trying to restrain Glorfindel. He took a deep breath once he got out into the gardens, the yelling in the dining hall having ceased some time ago. After quickly looking around to see if anyone was looking, he ran his fingers through his hair a few times mostly restoring it to it's normal condition. 'Stupid me.' He thought as he walked slowly down the garden path.

'If I had been paying more attention then I wouldn't be in this mess...' His wandering thoughts almost brought him to his doom. At the last moment he stumbled slightly and looked up. In front of him was a pond that was, oddly enough, colored the same as Glorfindel's hair. If he came home with pink hair Legolas would have a laugh for some time. 'Speaking of Legolas, I wonder how he's doing...' Thranduil dearly wanted to leave Rivendell so he could go home to his son, but he had about a week left. One week here and two more on the road. By that time Legolas's wounds would probably be healed enough so that he would be able to fly and train and... 'I'm getting too far ahead of myself. The week isn't even over yet!" With a slight chuckle he turned away from the pink pond, making a mental note to avoid that spot as often as possibe.

I had to add a little humor in. Sorry again for the weak chapter.