Disclaimer: All the characters belong to Tolkien. I just play with them.
Summary: Aragorn and Legolas meet for the first time, but they aren't too happy about it.
Pairing(s): Aragorn/Legolas
Warnings: None
Nin Calan
Chapter Four
Two weeks later...
Legolas lifted the bottle of shampoo from the edge of the bathing pool and poured some of the contents into his hands. He ran his hands threw his golden hair, lathering up the shampoo. After tilting his head back and closing his eyes, he used a small jar full of water to rinse out the shampoo. Once there were no traces of shampoo left he stepped out of the bathing pool and started the process of drying himself off. He returned to the bedroom and clothed himself in a silk robe that he had set out earlier. He walked over to the vanity mirror and froze.
Starring back at him was an elf identical to him but with bright pink hair. Quickly bringing his hand up to his head, he held up a lock of his hair in front of his eyes and promptly screamed.
*****
'Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!'
In his study, Elrond groaned and turned to look at Thranduil. 'It seems as if they are at it again.'
Thranduil sighed as he replied, 'Indeed it does. I do believe that my son is the victim this time.'
'We better go see what Aragorn has done now.' Elrond stood from his chair and was followed out of the room by King Thranduil.
*****
Legolas turned to the front of the bedroom as he heard his father and Lord Elrond enter the room.
'Father, look what Aragorn did! He dyed my hair pink!' a frantic Legolas told his amused father. The statement however was unnecessary since what had happen was quit obvious.
Lord Elrond and King Thranduil tried hard not to laugh, but a few chuckles managed to escape. Thranduil teased his son, 'My son, you know that there are other ways of getting attention. You do not have to dye your hair pink for people to notice you.'
'This is not funny, father!' Legolas yelled at his now laughing father.
'Oh, do not worry Legolas,' Lord Elrond tried to reassure the blond elf. 'I am sure that your hair will be golden again in a few days...weeks...months.'
'Months! I can not walk around with pink hair for months!' A worried Legolas shrieked. 'Do you not have anything that will remove the dye?'
Elrond shook his head. 'I am sorry Legolas, but you will have to wait until your hair grows out.' Legolas thought his tone didn't sound all that sorry.
He sat down dejectedly onto his bed and muttered, 'This is not fair.'
King Thranduil laid a hand upon his son shoulder and reassured, 'Do not worry, your hair will be golden again before you know it.' With that said he walked out of the room with Lord Elrond.
'I am going to get you back for this Aragorn.'
*****
Lord Elrond and King Thranduil were interrupted from their discussion about their sons' wedding by a knock on the study door.
'Come in,' Lord Elrond called out and Glorfindel entered the room. 'Ah, Glorfindel you are back from your journey to Lothlorien. How was it?'
Glorfindel sat down as he answered, 'It was fine. Lady Galadriel was overjoyed at the news of the joining of Mirkwood and Imladris. She also said that she would be honored if the wedding were to take place in Lothlorien.'
'That is good news to hear,' Thranduil stated. 'Elrond and I have finished going over the wedding plans, but we still have one problem.'
'What is that?'
'The betrothed are not exactly getting along with each other.'
'Well, they will have to get along soon. This wedding is too important to all elves for it to end up being futile.'
Lord Elrond sighed. 'We know, but we can not think of a way to make them learn to like each other.' The three sat in silence for a few moments, trying to think up a plan. Finally, it was Glorfindel who spoke first.
'We could trap them into a room with just food and water until they like each other.'
'We already have them sharing the same bedroom,' Thranduil stated.
'But this time, lock them in a room so that they have no way of escaping each other. They will eventually get along.'
Elrond thought about it for a moment before replying, 'Yes, that could work. We will just have to check on them periodically to make sure that they are both still alive. What room would be suitable enough to lock them in that they can not escape from?'
'One of the cellars in the kitchen would be suitable enough,' Glorfindel supplied.
'Indeed. So when are we going to do this?' Thranduil inquired.
'The sooner the better. Tomorrow maybe?' Stated Elrond.
'Tomorrow it is,' Glorfindel replied with a smile. After agreeing on the plan the Elven lords resumed discussing the wedding.
To be continued...
