The elf prince listened to Gloria ramble on about many things, like a holiday party she throws every year, her husband (a very busy man who works only once a year), and the elf workers who work for her husband. Of course Legolas was very intrigued by this holiday, Christmas, which was constantly mentioned. Though he, being raised to know elvish and most Middle Earth customs didn't understand a thing this woman was talking about.
"So the elves make children's toys every day for every year, for your husband who delivers them all in one night?" he looked at her in confusion. "How? Why? Isn't that dangerous?" his mind started to fill with more questions. "How come I have not heard any of this?"
Mrs. Clause chuckled, "Not everyone knows about him."
Legolas was about to open his mouth to speak again but the door opened and a huge man with a white beard and in a red suit, walked in, "Ho ho, hello sweet heart." he walked in a very jolly way, kissing his wife on the cheek. He straightened up, his back cracking as he did this, looked over at the blond elf prince, then again at his wife.
"Hello." he smiled.
Legolas' eyes become huge, and answered back meekly.
The great man chuckled at Legolas, "I'm Santa Clause, I suppose my wife told you about me already."
"Yes." Legolas said.
Santa nodded in acknowledgment, before spotting the cookies on the counter. "Oh Cookies!" He took a bite. "Mmm shortbread! Honey you've out done yourself again."
Legolas cocked his head at this absurdly odd man, 'This is getting weirder... Maybe I could finally get some information, out of this man.'
After Santa finished the plate of cookies, he looked over Legolas once again. "Where do you come from, son?" he sat in a similar chair.
'SON?!' "Mirkwood, of the woodland realm." he said matter-of-factly.
Santa looked at him in surprise, then leaned over to his wife. "Did he get hit on the head or something?" he whispered.
"I don't think so... " Gloria took a quick glance at the elf.
Legolas looked at them dumbstruck, "*Valar they are idiots!*" he said under his breath.
The old couple looked at him. "What was your name again?" Mrs Clause asked.
"Legolas Greenleaf." he said flatly, now upset at their rude question.
Santa sat there the look of hard concentration on his face, "Ah ha, you are not from around here."
"*Idiots, none the less idiots!*"
Santa frowned at the elf.
"Maybe we should all go to bed, it is getting late." Gloria said, seeing everyone was getting upset.
"Fine." Santa said harshly.
"Mr. Greenleaf, you may use the guest room." she said.
"Thank-you." Legolas got up and gathered his weapons, his hair falling into his face revealing his ears.
"By God, your an elf!" Santa exclaimed. 'Maybe Harold knows where he belongs, this Legolas is awfully lost.'
Legolas straightened up, and looked at them quizzically. "Yes."
"That explains a lot!" Mrs. Clause said.
"Come on boy, we aren't hitting the sack just yet." Santa said, grabbing his red coat trimmed with white from the hook and marched outside.
Legolas followed with his quiver on his back and hugging his bow protectively.
"So the elves make children's toys every day for every year, for your husband who delivers them all in one night?" he looked at her in confusion. "How? Why? Isn't that dangerous?" his mind started to fill with more questions. "How come I have not heard any of this?"
Mrs. Clause chuckled, "Not everyone knows about him."
Legolas was about to open his mouth to speak again but the door opened and a huge man with a white beard and in a red suit, walked in, "Ho ho, hello sweet heart." he walked in a very jolly way, kissing his wife on the cheek. He straightened up, his back cracking as he did this, looked over at the blond elf prince, then again at his wife.
"Hello." he smiled.
Legolas' eyes become huge, and answered back meekly.
The great man chuckled at Legolas, "I'm Santa Clause, I suppose my wife told you about me already."
"Yes." Legolas said.
Santa nodded in acknowledgment, before spotting the cookies on the counter. "Oh Cookies!" He took a bite. "Mmm shortbread! Honey you've out done yourself again."
Legolas cocked his head at this absurdly odd man, 'This is getting weirder... Maybe I could finally get some information, out of this man.'
After Santa finished the plate of cookies, he looked over Legolas once again. "Where do you come from, son?" he sat in a similar chair.
'SON?!' "Mirkwood, of the woodland realm." he said matter-of-factly.
Santa looked at him in surprise, then leaned over to his wife. "Did he get hit on the head or something?" he whispered.
"I don't think so... " Gloria took a quick glance at the elf.
Legolas looked at them dumbstruck, "*Valar they are idiots!*" he said under his breath.
The old couple looked at him. "What was your name again?" Mrs Clause asked.
"Legolas Greenleaf." he said flatly, now upset at their rude question.
Santa sat there the look of hard concentration on his face, "Ah ha, you are not from around here."
"*Idiots, none the less idiots!*"
Santa frowned at the elf.
"Maybe we should all go to bed, it is getting late." Gloria said, seeing everyone was getting upset.
"Fine." Santa said harshly.
"Mr. Greenleaf, you may use the guest room." she said.
"Thank-you." Legolas got up and gathered his weapons, his hair falling into his face revealing his ears.
"By God, your an elf!" Santa exclaimed. 'Maybe Harold knows where he belongs, this Legolas is awfully lost.'
Legolas straightened up, and looked at them quizzically. "Yes."
"That explains a lot!" Mrs. Clause said.
"Come on boy, we aren't hitting the sack just yet." Santa said, grabbing his red coat trimmed with white from the hook and marched outside.
Legolas followed with his quiver on his back and hugging his bow protectively.