A/n I am sure Legolas didn't act this childish in real life (or whatever you would call it), this is merely for entertainment purposes. Needless to say, I own nothing. I am sorry that I can't do Gandalf justice, may the Professor above forgive me.

Gandalf lit his pipe and leaned against a large boulder, closing his eyes and breathing in contentment.

Finally some rest. No more Peregrin Took to worry about. A smoke. I can't even remember the last time I smoked...

"Gandalf!" Legolas screamed, jerking him out of his half-sleep.

Gandalf's eyes flew open in panic, only to be met with a sight that was becoming all too common lately.

Legolas was chasing Gimli furiously and grabbing at him, and Gimli was laughing like a maniac.

"He has my hair clasp!" Legolas yelled. "Do something!" He finally tackled the Dwarf, who jerked at his hair while Legolas tried in vain to pry his hands open.

"Gimli!" Aragorn called from where he was sitting on watch. "Give it back and go sit by that tree. Legolas, sit down by Gandalf."

Legolas sat up, his hair rather mussed, and Gimli threw the hair clasp towards him, stumping over to where Aragorn told him.

Gandalf glared at the two, mentally kissing his quiet smoke goodbye as the Elf plopped down next to him.

"Braid your hair." He remarked, feeling rather satisfied when Legolas blushed. "And you have dirt on your chin."

Legolas cleaned himself up a bit, and after trying several times to slip away unnoticed and being glared at by Gandalf he finally sighed. "Gandalf?" He asked, lying on his stomach and drumming his fingers on the ground.

"Hmm?"

"How old are you?"

"Older than you, elfling." He said, giving him a fierce look under his eyebrows.

"What is Valinor like?" He continued, ignoring the look.

"Why do you not find out for yourself?"

Legolas thought about that for a moment, and then seemed to forget about it. "Do you think my father will be mad at me for going off without telling him?"

Gandalf bit down on his pipe, attempting to remain patient. "Well how would you feel if it were your son?"

"Well, I don't know. I've never had one."

"And thank the Valar for that." Gandalf muttered under his breath.

Legolas sat up, fiddling with the golden acorn clasp in his hand. "Do you ever give straight answers?"

Gandalf merely raised his eyebrows, an annoyed frown creeping across his face.

"Gandalf-?"

"I think you have asked enough questions." Gandalf interrupted.

"But I need to know-"

"No, you need to be silent."

"Just one-"

"LEGOLAS THRANDUILION I DEMAND SILENCE THIS INSTANT!" Gandalf bellowed. He looked at the Elf, who's eyes were wide and his mouth slightly agape.

"Al-alright."

For the next few minutes Legolas sat silently, staring at the ground and redoing his hair.

Gandalf raised his eyebrows, hoping he hadn't permanently traumatized him. As he watched him undo his hair and start braiding it for the third time, he gave an exasperated sigh and rolled his eyes.

"Go sit with Aragorn!"

Legolas looked at him warily for a moment before jumping up and scurrying off to sit with the ranger.

Gandalf shook his head and sat back. He was relieved to know he had not traumatized the Elf when he heard him chattering away a moment later to Aragorn.

"Aragorn, what is that star called?"

"I do not know. I never studied the stars."

"I feel hot."

"I am sorry. Why don't you take off your outer tunic?"

"I don't want to."

"Well there is nothing I can do then."

"Oh." Silence. "Aragorn?"

"Hmm?"

"Why do you people like to smoke?"

"It helps me think, as I have already told you a hundred times."

"I don't see how. Just being outside helps me think."

"Ah,"

"Aragorn?"

"Why don't you go to sleep, Legolas?"

"I'm not tired."

"Well you will be tomorrow."

"I'm not tired though!"

"Go to sleep."

Gandalf wondered how someone could have so much patience.

Legolas sighed and walked away, dropping to the ground by Gimli.

"Hello, Gimli."

Gimli snored. Legolas sulked and crossed his arms over his chest.