Hope you didn't bang your head too much waiting for this chapter ^_^ umz…yeah. So yeah. Here's more of Legolas's Paper Bag Mask. Mmmm…….yum……I'm eating a chocolate chip cookie and coffee ice cream zebra cake that I made!! ::giggles:: you didn't need to know that, did you?

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-In Lothlórien-

"Legolas?" said Gimli, his face red.

"…..And I think it would be nice if you got streaks done in your bea – yes, Gimli?" said Legolas.

"SHUT UP!" he said. Legolas sighed.

"If you didn't want suggestions, Dwarf, ya shouldn't have asked!" said Legolas, shaking his head. Gimli did too, in exasperation.

"I need payback…" mumbled Gimli under his breath.

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The Fellowship slept that night, all except Gimli. The last to drop off, before Gimli, was Pippin, and he eyed him with suspicion. But soon, he too, fell asleep. Gimli was still devising a plan to get revenge on Legolas. He chuckled quietly as he thought of it. He saw that Legolas's hair was still fishtailed. Perfect. Gimli took the shears that Legolas used to cut off his beard with, and cut each of the braids as close to his scalp as possible. But there was more. Oh, there was more.

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That morning, Legolas woke up. It seemed normal, and he didn't *think* that Gimli had done anything else to him. But something was wrong. Where was the usual swishing of his fishtails? He felt, just to be sure, and yelled. He had discovered that there were two nearly bald spots on the sides of his head near his ears where his braids were, and his hair swept over his eyes. His SHORT hair. He yelled again.

"GIMLIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!"

"Yes?" said Gimli, sitting against a tree. He wanted to be able to see Legolas's reaction when he woke up.

"What did you *do*?" said Legolas. He then noticed that his shorn off braids were glued to Gimli's BEARD. Gimli seemed to have adjusted to his three blond, dangling braids.

"GIMLI!!! YOU CUT OFF MY BRAIDS!! CURSE THE STIFF NECKS OF DWARVES!! AND NOW YOU GLUED THEM TO YOUR BEARD?!?!" said Legolas. By now, the rest of the Fellowship, not to mention Lothlórien, was awake.

"Yup," said Gimli. He turned his head to one side, and the fishtails swished along with it. It was more than Legolas could bear, his once faithful fishtails now dangling off of the beard of another, namely Gimli the dwarf.

"What about your connections at Mirkwood with the hair people?" said Gimli smugly.

"THEY'RE IN MIRKWOOD!" said Legolas.

"Ah. Good point. Guess you'll just have to wait until you get back home. It's going to be a looooong time until then, so you'd better ask Galadriel for some of her hair, and glue it on your scalp. And don't chew on your hair, I've seen you done it before, because the glue might come off, and then you'll have to ask her for some more. I don't think Galadriel would appreciate it if you kept asking her for her hair…"

::giggles:: I think this is a cute story. There's more, so review, and you shall have more cake! -_^