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And so Frodo and Sam continued on their arduous journey. They passed all sorts of stores, all of which seemed alluring. But their stomachs were more pressing matters, so they marched onward. Finally, they reached the food court.
"Well, my dear Sam, I don't even know what I shall have to eat! There are so many options!" Frodo gazed in wonder at all the food stands.
Sam put his hand on Frodo's shoulder, "Yes, Mr. Frodo. What do you have a hankerin' for?"
"'Hankerin''?" Frodo raised an eyebrow at Sam, "Since when do you say 'Hankerin''?"
"Since forever. Now, what would you like to eat?"
Frodo surveyed the scene, "Pizza sound good to you?"
Sam grinned, "Perfect, Mr. Frodo."
The ambled over to the Pizza Parlor and approached the counter. Sam speaks to the blond, pointy-eared man preparing pizzas. "We'd like two slices of mushroom.... LEGOLAS?!"
Legolas turned, screamed and dropped the pizza. "What are you doing here?" he hissed.
"We're hungry, what does it look like? The real question is what are YOU doing here?" Frodo said defiantly.
"Blonde hair is not easily maintained. Many hair products contribute to the bounce, shine, and pleasant smell so often associated with my golden locks. And do you know how much money it takes to keep this hair in such good shape? More than my father gives me in weekly allowance, I'll tell you that much."
Elrond popped out of the back room, "Legolas! That pizza is coming out of your salary!"
"But Elrond! The Hobbits! They made me do it! I'm not at fault! I'm an Elf!" Legolas whined.
Elrond groaned, "For the love of Elbereth, if you say that one more time I'll tell everyone about your nose job!"
Legolas gasped, "You can't do that to me, I'm an Elf! You can't strip the Elf of his dignity!"
"Then get back to work! Stop chattering with the customers and give them their pizza!"
Legolas tossed two slices of mushroom pizza on some paper plates and carelessly shoved them at the Hobbits.
"We would like some drinks too, Leggy." Sam said.
Legolas' eye gave an involuntary twitch. "The customer is always right," he mumbled to himself.
"A Coke for me!" said Frodo.
"And a root beer for me!" piped in Sam.
Legolas slammed the drinks down on the counter, "You happy now?!"
Frodo took a sip, "Yup, thanks man!"
Sam tossed some money at Legolas and they found a table to sit and scarf down their pizza.