A/N: Ok this is just something totally random I made up! I'm not sure how this will turn out... This takes place when Legolas was young, in human years he would be a teenager, and at the time he was best friends with Arwen or at least he is in this story.
Disclaimer: I own the contents of an empty jar, nothing more, and nothing less.
Braces
Arwen Evenstar was doubled over in laughter.
"It's not funny!"
"Then why am I laughing so hard?"
Her best friend, Legolas was fuming.
"Oh I'm sorry Mellon nin. But please, can you open you're mouth one more time?" Arwen said as calmly as she could.
"Why, so you can laugh at me again?" came Legolas's reply, as he held his hand over his mouth.
"I wouldn't do such a thing"
"You just did."
Despite all this, Legolas reluctantly removed his hand and opened his mouth, revealing a very shiny set of braces. Arwen roared with laughter.
"IT'S NOT FUNNY!!!"
"Ok, ok, I'm sorry. It's just...they look...funny."
"What do you mean "funny"? While Legolas wasn't the most vain elf in Middle Earth, he did care about his appearance more than other elves his age.
"Well, to start off with, they're very...shiny." Arwen said stupidly.
"Well thank you Captain Obvious! Like I didn't know that already." Legolas was in a terrible mood thanks to his father, who claimed, "A future king of Mirkwood can't go prancing around with crooked teeth!" I do NOT have crooked teeth! Legolas thought.
"Are you hungry, Legolas?" Arwen asked, "I'm starving!"
"I suppose I could use something to eat..."
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"Are you sure that was necessary?" asked one of King Thranduil's advisors.
"Of course it was!" Thranduil exclaimed, "I can't have my son walking around with teeth as crooked as fencepost. It would look bad."
"Whatever you say..." the advisor trailed off.
Deep inside, Thranduil did wonder if he had done the right thing. Did he really want to put Legolas through all the pain and humiliation that came with braces? Did he really want to spend all that money on something that would make his son hate him? He will appreciate it all when he's older, the king thought, or rather, hoped.
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"So, what do you want to eat?" Arwen asked.
"I don't know," Legolas sighed. "Something soft; my teeth are killing me!"
"Um...How about some stew?"
"Sure."
Arwen set to work making some kind of soupy substance (she wasn't the best cook at the time) and Legolas just sat there, trying to ignore the throbbing pain. When Arwen turned around, she was startled to see Legolas staring off into space, his mouth agape.
"Legolas," she asked timidly, "Are you alright?"
He started, as though awakened from a dream. "What? Oh, I'm ok. My teeth just hurt."
"Right."
"Really, that's why my mouth was open! My teeth hurt whenever they touch something, including other teeth." Legolas winced after saying this, cursing his sore teeth.
"Poor Legolas," Arwen said teasingly while helping herself to a cup of ice, which she promptly began chewing, "Want any?" She offered the cup to Legolas.
"I would," he began, speaking carefully, "But not only do my teeth hurt too bad to chew anything at the moment, the orthodontist said that I can't eat or chew ice."
Arwen looked shocked. "Why?"
Legolas shrugged. "Something to do with the ice messing up the glue that holds the brackets on. I wasn't really listening."
"I just hope I don't have to get braces anytime soon." Legolas smiled, only to get his lip caught in his braces. Arwen had a fondness for ice, to say the least. She was constantly chewing it, and Elrond was constantly scolding her for doing so. He said that it would wreck her teeth. She just shrugged him off, which really drove him mad.
"Well are you almost done cooking? I'm starving."
"Yeah, it's almost ready."
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A/N: I hope that wasn't too bad. It gets better, I promise! The first chapter didn't go as planned, but oh well. Introductions aren't always the best part of the story. Please review and tell me what you think!
Disclaimer: I own the contents of an empty jar, nothing more, and nothing less.
Braces
Arwen Evenstar was doubled over in laughter.
"It's not funny!"
"Then why am I laughing so hard?"
Her best friend, Legolas was fuming.
"Oh I'm sorry Mellon nin. But please, can you open you're mouth one more time?" Arwen said as calmly as she could.
"Why, so you can laugh at me again?" came Legolas's reply, as he held his hand over his mouth.
"I wouldn't do such a thing"
"You just did."
Despite all this, Legolas reluctantly removed his hand and opened his mouth, revealing a very shiny set of braces. Arwen roared with laughter.
"IT'S NOT FUNNY!!!"
"Ok, ok, I'm sorry. It's just...they look...funny."
"What do you mean "funny"? While Legolas wasn't the most vain elf in Middle Earth, he did care about his appearance more than other elves his age.
"Well, to start off with, they're very...shiny." Arwen said stupidly.
"Well thank you Captain Obvious! Like I didn't know that already." Legolas was in a terrible mood thanks to his father, who claimed, "A future king of Mirkwood can't go prancing around with crooked teeth!" I do NOT have crooked teeth! Legolas thought.
"Are you hungry, Legolas?" Arwen asked, "I'm starving!"
"I suppose I could use something to eat..."
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"Are you sure that was necessary?" asked one of King Thranduil's advisors.
"Of course it was!" Thranduil exclaimed, "I can't have my son walking around with teeth as crooked as fencepost. It would look bad."
"Whatever you say..." the advisor trailed off.
Deep inside, Thranduil did wonder if he had done the right thing. Did he really want to put Legolas through all the pain and humiliation that came with braces? Did he really want to spend all that money on something that would make his son hate him? He will appreciate it all when he's older, the king thought, or rather, hoped.
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"So, what do you want to eat?" Arwen asked.
"I don't know," Legolas sighed. "Something soft; my teeth are killing me!"
"Um...How about some stew?"
"Sure."
Arwen set to work making some kind of soupy substance (she wasn't the best cook at the time) and Legolas just sat there, trying to ignore the throbbing pain. When Arwen turned around, she was startled to see Legolas staring off into space, his mouth agape.
"Legolas," she asked timidly, "Are you alright?"
He started, as though awakened from a dream. "What? Oh, I'm ok. My teeth just hurt."
"Right."
"Really, that's why my mouth was open! My teeth hurt whenever they touch something, including other teeth." Legolas winced after saying this, cursing his sore teeth.
"Poor Legolas," Arwen said teasingly while helping herself to a cup of ice, which she promptly began chewing, "Want any?" She offered the cup to Legolas.
"I would," he began, speaking carefully, "But not only do my teeth hurt too bad to chew anything at the moment, the orthodontist said that I can't eat or chew ice."
Arwen looked shocked. "Why?"
Legolas shrugged. "Something to do with the ice messing up the glue that holds the brackets on. I wasn't really listening."
"I just hope I don't have to get braces anytime soon." Legolas smiled, only to get his lip caught in his braces. Arwen had a fondness for ice, to say the least. She was constantly chewing it, and Elrond was constantly scolding her for doing so. He said that it would wreck her teeth. She just shrugged him off, which really drove him mad.
"Well are you almost done cooking? I'm starving."
"Yeah, it's almost ready."
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A/N: I hope that wasn't too bad. It gets better, I promise! The first chapter didn't go as planned, but oh well. Introductions aren't always the best part of the story. Please review and tell me what you think!