Disclaimer: As you know I own little more than my fuzzy pen and I don't own Lord of the Rings or Robin Hood: Men in Tights. And the story continues.........

Legolas Greenleaf stood in front of a mirror. His reflection gazed fearfully back at him. In one hand he held his long, beautiful, blonde hair, and in the other he held a pair of scissors.

With one last glance at his reflection he cut off some of his hair. Snip...snip...snip. His hair went from his back, to his shoulders, to about his ears. He opened his eyes, looked in the mirror and shuddered. At least his hair would grow back. He had all of eternity for it to grow back. Luckily for him, his hair grew rapidly for an elf and he would have it all back within 2 years.

Legolas picked up a half-full bottle of gel and dumped some on his head.

Darn! Too much! He thought to himself as it dripped down his neck and face. I must remember that my hair is short. He looked in the mirror...again. His reflection reminded him of his friend, Aragorn. That man has no personal hygiene skills! He thought as he watched the gel drip slowly down his face.

He quickly brushed his hair and washed his face. Within 2 minutes his hair had become a solid, spikey rock. Legolas was beginning to think that maybe today wouldn't be so bad after all.

He went to his closet and pulled out the new clothes that he had bought the previous day after receiving that awful email. He replaced his usual elvish clothing with pants the were about 6 sizes too big, skate boarding shoes, boxers, a shirt with foul words on it, a big baggy sweatshirt that covered the foul-languaged shirt (thank goodness!), sunglasses and a baseball cap that he was supposed to wear backwards.

After putting the new clothing on, Legolas threw his tights in a corner, his tunic in another, and other various green articles of clothing on to a pile of clean laundry. He preceded to kick over the clean laundry right on top of his favorite CD, "Robin Hood: Men In Tights".

Suddenly, Legolas's father ran into the room.

"What are you doing in here? I heard aloud noise all the way from my bedchamber," The King of Mirkwood looked around the room. "What happened in here? You're-you're room! It-it-it is m-messy!" He proceeded to faint.

When the king woke up Legolas greeted him with a friendly, "Sup, old man?"

The King was stunned. Old man?

"Legolas? Are you feeling okay?" He began.

"Yeah, whatever," Legolas flopped down on his bed.

"You know elves are immortal, right?" He continued cautiously.

"Duh," Legolas replied putting on headphones and heavy metal music.

"Well, it's the whole 'old man' comment,"Thranduil paused, but Legolas only ignored him so he continued. "I know I'm 17,072 but for an elf that's barely middle age! You're 6,049 already. To some people's standards you would be the old man!" He laughed for comic relief, but Legolas was still listening to his music.

It was strange. Legolas has never acted like this before. "Is there anything you want to talk about, Legolas?" The king asked. Legolas ignored him. Thranduil got up and took the headphones off of Legolas's head.

"Dude! Leave me alone! No one understands me!" Legolas shouted stalking out of the room.

The elf king sighed. I'd better send a letter to Lothlorien. He thought.

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Legolas was beaming. He really felt like a ... what was the that word? ... teenager! He almost felt like skipping but stopped himself. He changed his smile to a grimace and stalked into the kitchen.

"Yo! What up?" He said to the royal cook as he took a plate of food out of his hands. "Rub-a-dub-dub, thanks for the grub, man!" Legolas shouted as he left.

Oh to be young and 6000 again! The cook sighed as he prepared breakfast...again.

Legolas slouched down in the closest chair and began shoveling food into his mouth. He burped loudly when he was done. His dirty dishes were left on the table.

Legolas stood up. This type of life was very interesting. I was so different from what he was used to.

Suddenly his ultra super hearing picked up a noise. Over in a corner he saw a lembas crumb lying on the floor. Strange. He thought. Oh well, He concluded with one last glance. Time to check my email.

Legolas went back to the middle of the forest and booted up his computer.

"One new email," It said happily.

"Shut up," Legolas said clicking on his inbox. He clicked on an email.

So far so good elf boy, It read, but you still have the rest of the day left! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

"What a strange person," Legolas murmured.

He stood up from his tree stump and looked up into the sky. It was barely visible though the trees. Which meant that it was an unusually bright day in Mirkwood, or that Legolas had once again used too much hair gel. Or both.

Off in the distance Legolas could hear rattling in the trees, the wind in the leaves, and ... what sounded like typing on a keyboard. Legolas listened closer, but it had stopped.

Time to put away the computer, Legolas thought. He turned around and walked back toward the computer. Suddenly, something dropped out of the sky in front of him. He drew he bow quickly, and the thing slowly got up.