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One bright, sunny day in Mirkwood, Legolas was prancing along! He was anxiously awaiting his ballet recital, and couldn't wait to twirl in front of all his relatives. All of a sudden, his pink frilly tutu caught in a thornbush! He cried in anguish as the gauze tore in strips away from the plant. Uncontrollably weeping, he started for home. Unfortunately, the tears in his eyes blinded him to the branch that was in the way. The ribbons holding his left ballet slipper on tore, and his shoe flopped pitifully. Legolas cried in horror at what his father might think! That was the second pair in a week! Thranduil hadn't that many left from his own childhood, after all. Leggy screamed and hobbled on. Suddenly, he saw a hunting party of elves riding gaily through the woods. What if they should see him? He looked around frantically, and saw a handy hollow tree. Quickly he dived into hiding, only to jump just as quickly out again. He screamed and ran towards the hunting party, with a skunk's teeth firmly dug into the remains of his tutu! The party saw (smelled) him, screamed, and rode off towards the Elven King's halls as fast as their horses could go! They even managed to outrun the deer they had been chasing!

Leggy's tutu finally gave up, and fell off. The elf continued to scream, sob, and run blindly, crashing into trees, bushes, rocks, and whatever else was in his way. He tripped on a particularly handy root, and flew through the air! He landed on a wooden object. He managed to open his eyes enough to see that he was on a raft on a river. Leggy sniffed and stood up cautiously.

Meanwhile, in the garden, the Elven King watched a butterfly. It flapped its wings prettily.

Back at the raft, a slight breeze knocked the elf prince over into the water. Immediately, the water started sloshing with pirhana! Leggy screeched, for he felt himself getting sleepy! But the fish, due to the little-known fact that the scent of skunk is a natural antidote to drowsiness, were unaffected by the enchanted river, and were hungry for the taste of BLOOD! The elf fought as hard as he could, but his ballet slippers were being weighed down with water. The first pirhana bit a chunk of thigh. Then another. And another. The water darkened with BLOOD. Until finally, Legolas was nothing but a skeleton and sixteen hair ribbons at the bottom of the river.

The End.