Disclaimer: I own none of these characters. NONE I TELL YOU! Well, maybe the frogs.
A.N. This is my first fanfiction so don't laugh at me. Actually, please laugh, because this is a funny story. Please review but don't flame unless it's really really bad, like go-hide-under-a-rock-for-eternity-because-you-suck bad. This chapter is really short, but if people like it I will write longer chapters.
Chapter 1 - Oh for the love of a good setting
"One dark and stormy night...well, it wasn't that dark, just cloudy. And there was only a itsy bitsy wind blowing not anythng bigger. Anyway, there was a dank smell on the wind...well, considering this story is set on a cliff next to a bog that's not at all suprising. Well I lie, it was more of a hill than a cliff, and it wasn't even a bog, just a bit of damp grass with a few disorientated frogs in it."
"LEGOLAS!" shouted Aragorn, "if this story dosn't kill me from sheer boredom, then old age will!"
"Fine, I'll just stop now before you wet yourself shall I?" muttered an obviously hurt Leggy.
"Look, sorry I yelled but you were really just waffling, you know?"
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm....waffles...."
"Ugh!"
"Well can I tell you about my first love then, Mister Aragorn?" inquired Legolas.
"IF, and it's a big IF, you don't have any problems with the setting."
"It's not like I could easily forget is it?"
"Well I suppose not...."
"It was a long long time ago. I can still rember how the sight of my love would send shivers down my spine. I was running along the bank of a little stream, I was so happy that I didn't see the dam, I just ran straight in. It was so cold and so deep. I was being swept away by the current of the damn dam. All of a sudden, something grabbed my hair and yanked me to the surface. It was a branch and my hair had saved me!!. From that moment on I never let my hair out of my sight. Isn't that right hair, yes it is, yes it is!!" Legolas made kissy noises to his hair.
"My gosh," said Aragorn as he tuned out the baby talk flowing from Legolas's mouth. Aragorn was quickly starting to regret going huning with the prince of Mirkwood. "No wonder he's not married."