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The next morning, Legolas went to visit Galadrel and Celeborn. He gave them some Mirkwood carrots as a gift from his father and they asked him how life was. Legolas was too embarrassed to mention his love life, so he muttered that he was doing very well, thank you.
"Oooh!" gasped Legolas' hair. "Galadriel's hair is kinda cute."
Thankfully, Galadriel hadn't heard. She told him stories about her family while he listened intently. Celeborn fell asleep and tumbled into the Celebrant, though his wife and Legolas were both to caught up in Galadriel's stories to notice.
"Actually," continued Legolas' hair after thinking for a while, "Galadriel's hair is hot."
"It can't be," protested Legolas. "We're sitting in the shade."
Galadriel, who hadn't heard, was still reminiscing and talking away.
"I think I'll introduce myself," said the hair cheerfully.
Poor Legolas was very upset. He excused himself and left to find Haldir, Rumil, Orophin, and Other Elves just as Celeborn's head popped back out of the water. Once Legolas found his four friends, though, he could not bring himself to tell them his problem. Instead, they invited him tree-climbing. They climbed on the trees bordering the Celebrant and sang songs for the whole afternoon.
After eating a simple Elven meal, Legolas curled up to read his Oxford Elvish Dictionary. He tried to find 'abode' and 'adobe', then gave up and ate a carrot in silence, thinking about the day's events. "Legolas," said his hair after a while, "do you think Galadriel's hair will like me?" "I'm sure it will," Legolas said heavily. "Really?" asked his hair brightly. "Do you think that it's pretty?" "Sure," said Legolas, pretending not to be interested. 'I think you're pretty,' he thought sadly. "You know, I think I'll invite it to come climb trees with me," said his hair wistfully. "You do that." Legolas closed the dictionary, finished another carrot, and went to bed, feeling very upset and lonely. Lonelier than he'd ever felt in his life. Would his hair ever see his love for it? He hummed an Elven ditty that he had learned in Rivendell: When you're thinking of Valinor and you know it sing a song, When you're thinking of Valinor and you know it sing a song, When you're thinking of Valinor and you know it, And you really want to show it, When you're thinking of Valinor and you know it sing a song. This cheered Legolas up slightly, and he drifted off to sleep feeling slightly comforted. His hair, in the meantime, was dreaming of the perfect date with Galadriel's hair. It began to think of better times with Legolas, climbing in the trees, but it brushed those memories away and began to plan for its date.
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