I am heartbroken, no Sting. Stupid parents wouldn't take me back to the Ren Faire to get it. Cuz they didn't have the weapons available on school days. Durnit. Mite take awhile for the next chap, cuz I actually use Study Halls these days to study, so here ya are.

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Lossst Preciousssessss

Ch. 3 Beast Beauties

There was a moment of silence, clouded in a poof of finishing powder. When the powder faded away, an orc was seen standing there bewildered.

"By Luthien the Fair! I'm me again!" The orc yelled, amazed at its transformation.

The orc was covered from head to claws in a fine, silky, L'Oreal translucent powder, in ivory. Aragorn had moved quickly enough to smear a light glimmer of Maybelline's Wet Shine Diamonds in Ice Princess on its dry, flaky lips. A light glimmer of golden eye shadow highlighted its lids and a light coating of pink blush illuminated its cheeks.

"You see?" Other creatures appreciate makeup and all its wonders! And with good reason too!!" Legolas proclaimed, sitting up from his bed of leaves, rousing from his coma like state, victory in his/her eyes. Sunlight dramatically lit up his golden hair and runway model features.

"My goodness! Thank you, kind Ranger, who meant to slaughter me, but instead has transformed me into a god!" The orc smiled happily, walking over to Aragorn to give him a hug. He moved out of the way, scared.

"Uhh-you're welcome, I guess," he said slowly, climbing into a tree, escaping the orc was still trying to give him a huggy hug.

"Forget him!! He's one of those 'non-believers'!" Legolas said smugly, walking towards the orc. "In fact, I'm the only one here that does believe in the magic of makeup and good hygiene habits!!"

The orc looked up at Legolas with a glimmer of worship in its eyes.

"Now, now. What ARAGORN over there has done is nothing but a mess job- nothing but useless chicken scratch. I'm still surprised he knew what everything was supposed to be used for! Big props to you, Estel!" Legolas said, grinning at him, very proud he/she had made a difference-beauty tip wise-in Aragorn's life.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I, uh, watch Arwen sometimes. And it's rare that YOU aren't putting on some sort of makeup everytime I turn to look at you!" Aragorn said.

"Aww-Aragorn's jealous," Legolas made a mock pouty face. "Would Strider- wider like some help sometime? Maybe a make-y over?"

"Or a huggy-hug?" The orc put in, stretching out its arms towards the frightened man in the tree.

"Uh, no thanks. I like the rugged outdoor look of mine. Attracts my chick Arwen," Aragorn replied, self admiringly, thinking back to fond memories of him and Arwen doing stuff together.

"Suit yourself," said the prince(ss), turning back to the orc. "Would you like me to give you a FULL proper makeover, huh?"

The orc nodded eagerly, eyes glued to Legolas' pretty complexion.

"Don't worry, by the time I'm through with you, you'll look prettier than Heidi or Tyra could ever hope to look."

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Please, r/r. Hope ya enjoyed, and to Celebrindal, apology accepted, and if ya don't like Legolas bashing, well, don't read the rest of this, k? Thanx Whamsicle, thanx for stickin up for me!

Adios~Peace, luv, and snickerdoodles. ;P