Chapter Five- Gimli Goes Gap-y

Legolas was truly amazing.  He managed to calm Gimli down, get him dressed, get a comb through his hair, and still manage to look marvelous himself.  It turned out, that all of the outfits that were put in Gimli's luggage were miniatures of Legolas'.  So the two walked into the elegant main dining room dressed exactly alike.  (Of course Leggy looked better!)  Legolas had also used a blow-dryer to straiten Gimli's hair, then slick it back and put it into a fishtail braid (Just like his).  Dinner was rather uneventful except for ship's departing from the dock and the many stares the two received.  So much had happened already that day, so the two comrades decided to go to bed early and hit the dance club another night.

When Legolas woke up in the morning, Gimli was already gone.  A note was by the phone that said, '9:30, went to get breakfast, will be there to 11.  Hugs'n'kisses.  Gimli.' Legolas just smiled and went to go get dressed.  He was ready in under an hour (for once) and had left the room by 10:45.  He jogged though the hallway and up the stairs to the buffet area and expected to find Gimli by the sounds of guzzling orange juice and sloshing pig parts about in his mouth, but he had to follow the disgusted stares of the elves in the room, because Gimli wasn't eating as he usually was…  To Legolas' immense surprise Gimli was dressed in a red fleece-pullover, khakis, and a pair of white trainers that were dangling over the tall seat.  (It just happened to be the same outfit Legolas was wearing.)  The elf just stared for a moment at his suddenly preppy friend before pulling his mouth off the floor and walking to greet him.

"Hello, friend!" Legolas sat down in the seat across from Gimli.

Gimli looked up from his plate and placed his fork down and said, "Good morning sleepy ears!" before taking another small bite of his fruit salad.

Legolas eyed his food oddly. "So what are you doing today?"

The dwarf shrugged. "I thought I'd play some miniature golf sometime after lunch.  Until then I thought I'd get myself a tan.  They have some 'Caribbean Calypso' band on deck."  He paused. "I'm not quite sure what that is, but it sounds interesting enough."

His companion nodded. "I'm going to the spa at one.  Would you want to come?" Legolas asked hopefully.

Gimli beamed. 'That sounds splendid, chap!  I'd love to accompany you!"

Legolas adored this new change in his normally gruff and dirty friend. "We could go to the salon on deck 10, too!  The hairstylist is said to perform miracles!"

"Ooh!  I'd love to do something new with my hair." Gimli thought a moment. "Possibly something like yours."

After their seaweed wraps (which Gimli thoroughly enjoyed) , the boys sauntered down to the salon wearing only their white bathrobes.  They didn't need to wait more than a minute when they entered the studio before they were whisked away by a gorgeous man and were seated next to each other in adjustable seats.  They made girlie small-talk until two elves entered the massive room.

"Ooo!" The room's newest occupants giggled and ran to Legolas. "Your hair is so…perfect…"

Legolas just waved his hand at them. "My friend here was hoping for the same style."

The stylists turned to Gimli startled, for they hadn't even noticed him sitting there.  "Oh…my…word…" One said. 

"We need to get started!" The other yelled. "Right away!"

One set about to shaving Gimli's beard while the other attacked his mane with a brush.  As this was happening, a beautiful elf woman entered and led Legolas to the hair-washing station on the other side of the room.  Gimli grunted now and then when his stylists reached a knot, but after a half an hour of ripping at it, his hair was half manageable and face, silky smooth. (Legolas had gotten his trim and finished last month's issue of Cosmo already.)  Gimli's hair was then washed, bleached, and then given a strait perm.  A few more minutes of styling and Gimli strutted to the waiting room with his new 'do; his stylists following proudly.

Legolas audible gasped.  It wasn't Gimli anymore!  "EEEEEEAAAA!!!" The elf squealed at the top of his lungs and opened his arms wide.

"EEEEEEAAAA!" Gimli yelled back in a much deeper voice, and ran into Legolas' arms (Well, more like his legs, but Leggy's arms reached down for him.)

Legolas took a step back and turned them to a mirror on their right.  There they were.  Same hair.  Same robe.  Same glossy look to their eye.  "This is soooooo awesome!  You so need a new name!  I think I'll call you…" Legolas paused dramatically. "Mini-Me!"

After thanking the stylists profusely, the two comrades sauntered down the stairs to their cabin.