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"It's great to see you again, but I really wish we could have met in better circumstances," Pippin said to the barely awake Elf. Legolas nodded absent- mindedly.

"Hush Pip, let him rest," Merry said.

"No, I should be awake anyways, it's not good to be asleep in the presence of Orcs, or any other creature of Isengard for that matter," he said, letting his head rest on the tree, showing no attempt to wake further. He closed his eyes.

"You're smart, even for an Elf," an Uruk-Hai said, interrupting their conversation. "Get up," he said; noticing the elf did not move, he slapped him across the face, splitting the Elf's lip open.

"Don't spoil him yet," an Orc said, "We should all be able to have a bit of fun, and it's only fair, you know."

"Yes, but what if we were to have a bit of fun before them?" The Uruk-Hai said evilly, pulling a dagger from his boot. "I wonder what an Elf with short hair looks like." He grabbed a fistful of elvish hair, pulling it into a pony tail; he moved his had a couple inches down. Legolas looked up hatefully; he jerked his head back only to receive a kick to the ribs, causing him to double over.

The Orc suddenly slid his blade across the long tresses of hair he held. Legolas jerked again, this time, in surprise. But what was done, was done. In the Orc's hand was the six inches of elvish hair removed from Legolas' shoulders. What was left came to just above the base of the neck. However careless, the cut was surprisingly strait.

The Orc held up the ends, as if inspecting some form of artwork, "well, I can keep this as a souvenir, can't I?" he said with malice. He tied the bundle together and ran off to show the rest of the camp his dirty work.

"It was getting too long anyways," Legolas murmured softly.

"It doesn't look too bad," Pippin said, trying to bring the best out of the elf, trying to make light of the situation.

"Besides, it'll grow back, won't it?" Merry said.

"Considering I have not cut it in the last millennia, it will take about." Legolas' voice trailed off, "about six hundred years, that is, if I want it to be as long as it was before. But I can get used to this. At least it won't take as long to wash." He smiled gently. But deep inside himself, he knew he would never live this down.

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Aragorn let out an involuntary hiss at the unexpected blow. "What did you do that for, you idiot of a dwarf!!"

"I'm sorry Aragorn. I didn't mean. I didn't want." Gimli stammered. "I'm sorry, I was just frustrated. I forgot one of the main attributes humans have when they're woken when they don't want to be."

"And what is that?" Aragorn said, his expression changing from anger to amusement.

"They become extremely un-cooperative," Gimli explained.

"Legolas had quite a long list of attributes for me, if you know what I mean," Aragorn said, laughing lightly, "Let's go rescue him so he can add a few more to his list."

To Be Continued.