An: Thanks The Lady Shieldmaiden, for the review it is my first one for this story and it makes me very happy. I also fixed the problems you pointed out. Okay even though this is kinda way past Christmas I will continue this story for the heck of it for I am having fun.
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Santa walked briskly in the cold with Legolas striding beside him. Reaching a very large cabin with many compartments attached Santa walked in. Legolas' eyes went as huge as dinner plates, for he saw many hobbits all around the building making toys at benches.
"Excuse me Diana, is Harold in?" Santa asked one of the small elves.
"Uh well yeah, he lives here." she said her eyes scanning both of them suspiciously. "Oh you mean if he's not busy!" she brightened up.
Santa smiled his eye twitching slightly.
"I don't think he's asleep yet so I'll go bug him." she smiled and skipped to the back room.
"They just never can get over that incident when I left." Santa sighed scratching his head.
Legolas nodded trying his best not to be rude.
"So what do you think of the place?" Santa asked.
Legolas took a look around the building once more, "It's quite amazing." 'Putting poor defenseless hobbits in a work force. I thought he was talking about elves! It's both an insult and a sad thing for these folk.' he thought hastily without really looking at the workers.
Diana came back with a older and shorter hobbit with a green petticoat on, and half moon glasses.
"Ah Harold, how are you this evening?" Santa asked.
"Grumpy, why in the north pole did you wake me up Santa?" Harold looked up at his superior.
Legolas looked over at Diana who looked quite embarrassed for waking up a head hobbit.
"Well..." Santa pointed to Legolas clearing his throat. "He is a bit lost."
Harold looked him over, "He's a human, why are you asking me?"
Legolas looked at this hobbit in shock.
"He's an elf." Santa corrected his elf.
Harold looked at this "elf", "A bit tall isn't he?"
"Well look at Bernard, he is not that short as you are." Santa pointed out.
"It's not my fault you brought different elves into your workshop, and a human, and now this!" he said angrily pointing up at Legolas.
"Least not forget your people came here last. You quit being Kebler elves. Also it's not my fault that you happen to be a very good people locator." Santa laughed.
"Well thank you, Santa." Harold finally calmed down.
"You're an elf?!" Legolas spoke up but felt ashamed after getting a sharp look.
"Yes!" Harold said getting worked up again.
"Great you'll get along fine!" Santa laughed. "Alright I'll be leaving now, and Harold you mind telling me where Legolas belongs when you find out." he left the work shop.
"Fine." Harold said sharply while he and Legolas stared daggers at each other.
After a long argument that went nowhere Legolas was showed to his room by a cute little elf named Judy. She handed him green silk pajamas and a glass of mint water, which he commented to be better then hot chocolate. But the only actual problem he found with everything was the bed, which was too small, since the only normal sized bed was for Santa Clause. So they had to pile many "elf" mattresses together for him to sleep on which wasn't that bad, though he could have been happier with a sheet on the floor then this (but he would never say).
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Santa walked briskly in the cold with Legolas striding beside him. Reaching a very large cabin with many compartments attached Santa walked in. Legolas' eyes went as huge as dinner plates, for he saw many hobbits all around the building making toys at benches.
"Excuse me Diana, is Harold in?" Santa asked one of the small elves.
"Uh well yeah, he lives here." she said her eyes scanning both of them suspiciously. "Oh you mean if he's not busy!" she brightened up.
Santa smiled his eye twitching slightly.
"I don't think he's asleep yet so I'll go bug him." she smiled and skipped to the back room.
"They just never can get over that incident when I left." Santa sighed scratching his head.
Legolas nodded trying his best not to be rude.
"So what do you think of the place?" Santa asked.
Legolas took a look around the building once more, "It's quite amazing." 'Putting poor defenseless hobbits in a work force. I thought he was talking about elves! It's both an insult and a sad thing for these folk.' he thought hastily without really looking at the workers.
Diana came back with a older and shorter hobbit with a green petticoat on, and half moon glasses.
"Ah Harold, how are you this evening?" Santa asked.
"Grumpy, why in the north pole did you wake me up Santa?" Harold looked up at his superior.
Legolas looked over at Diana who looked quite embarrassed for waking up a head hobbit.
"Well..." Santa pointed to Legolas clearing his throat. "He is a bit lost."
Harold looked him over, "He's a human, why are you asking me?"
Legolas looked at this hobbit in shock.
"He's an elf." Santa corrected his elf.
Harold looked at this "elf", "A bit tall isn't he?"
"Well look at Bernard, he is not that short as you are." Santa pointed out.
"It's not my fault you brought different elves into your workshop, and a human, and now this!" he said angrily pointing up at Legolas.
"Least not forget your people came here last. You quit being Kebler elves. Also it's not my fault that you happen to be a very good people locator." Santa laughed.
"Well thank you, Santa." Harold finally calmed down.
"You're an elf?!" Legolas spoke up but felt ashamed after getting a sharp look.
"Yes!" Harold said getting worked up again.
"Great you'll get along fine!" Santa laughed. "Alright I'll be leaving now, and Harold you mind telling me where Legolas belongs when you find out." he left the work shop.
"Fine." Harold said sharply while he and Legolas stared daggers at each other.
After a long argument that went nowhere Legolas was showed to his room by a cute little elf named Judy. She handed him green silk pajamas and a glass of mint water, which he commented to be better then hot chocolate. But the only actual problem he found with everything was the bed, which was too small, since the only normal sized bed was for Santa Clause. So they had to pile many "elf" mattresses together for him to sleep on which wasn't that bad, though he could have been happier with a sheet on the floor then this (but he would never say).