A/N: I would like to thank all of u wonderful reviewers.  You totally rock my world!  I would particularly like to thank leggylover (I think that's it!) for giving me the idea for Legolas' punishment!

Legolas trudged towards his father's study.  For reasons unbeknownst to him, his father had summoned him.  He sighed and opened the door.  He really didn't want to see Thranduil.  He was weird.

          The study was empty. What the hell?! He wondered.  The he realised, no, the study wasn't empty.  His father's high-backed chair turned around.  He gasped.  Staring back at him was Galadriel.  Looking ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS!!!  Only by reminding himself of Elladan's very graphic story of the real circumstances surrounding Celebrian's birth did he manage to stop himself from madly ripping off the small amount of clothes she was wearing.  Galadriel smiled and beckoned to him seductively.  Legolas couldn't believe his luck.  Was he actually about to lose his virginity?!  Galadriel reached into a draw and pulled out a pair of scissors. 

"Legolas," she asked.  "Would you mind doing me a favour?"

"Of course not," Legolas said, drooling, his mind racing in thoughts so deep in the gutter that they were covered in sedimentation.

She handed him the scissors.

"When the music starts, run around me with the scissors."

"Um ok…" Legolas thought this was quite strange, but he knew that Galadriel had some strange fetishes.  And so he prepared himself to run like he had never run before.

"And ignore everything else.  Just concentrate on you running."

Legolas started to get a bit worried.  What was she going to do to him?!  But then she smiled and Legolas forgot all his doubts, all his worries, and sank into a state of blissful agreeance.  Galadriel reached down and pressed a button under the desk.  A familiar song began to filter through the room.

"I believe in miracles! Where ya from?  You sexy thing!"

Legolas began running around madly.  A door on the opposite side of the room opened.  Thranduil walked in wearing nothing but a g-string and a spiked collar.  Legolas stopped running and stared at his father.

"Keep running!" Galadriel growled.  Legolas began to run again, albeit slower.  He stared at his father, praying he would leave.  Unfortunately, today wasn't Legolas' lucky day.  His father walked past him and began giving Galadriel a lap dance.  Legolas stared in horror.  The scene was like a bad car accident; it scared the shit out of him but he couldn't turn away.  He began to throw up violently.

"Stop!"  He sobbed.  "Please stop, Ada!"

"If I let you leave, will you promise to never wear anything fashionable ever again?" Galadriel asked.

"Yes!"

"And to only ever listen to Elvish music?"

"Yes!"

"And to always listen to your father?"

And finally, will you promise to stop looking like the sexy beast you are and become a pretty boy?"

"Hell yeah!  I mean, yes ma'am."

Galadriel nodded.

"Then you may go."

"THANK YOU!!!!!" Legolas cried and ran away so fast that he went straight through the solid wall.

"Thank you for restoring my son to his proper elven state," Thranduil gushed.

"All in a day's work," Galadriel replied.  Thranduil kissed her hand and stood up to leave. Galadriel yanked him back down and grinned.

"Oh, you're not going anywhere…."