Disclaimer: I own....nothing.....well, an angry feeling cos no one will let me be and they keep asking me who I like (the answer is no one, by the way) and b'cos my mom insists that I like my best friend just cos he's a guy and gah! Yah, so, I also own the A plus I received in world regions earlier today. But that's it. So no suing. Thank you.

Chapter Three: Dinner

Legolas slowed down his pace as he neared his room. He had learned from past experience that you should always be prepared for anything when staying in Imladris, and he did not wish for anything to happen...at least, not right now...

He softly tapped the doorknob to see if it was triggered before carefully pushing open the door and jumping back. But when nothing came clattering down on the floor in his room, he assumed it was safe to answer.

'The twins must have been too busy with the pranks on Glorfindel and Erestor today to worry about welcoming me.' The Prince thought happily. Now, it was not that he did not enjoy prank wars. In fact, he enjoyed them all the more the older he got.

He just really wanted a bath, and the fact that him and his escort had one too many run-in's with Orcs on the trip to the Last Homely House made him want one all the more.

So Legolas quickly went into the conjoining bathroom and filled the tub up with warm water. He laid a fresh set of robes on his bed for dinner before undressing and allowing himself to slowly sink into the relaxful-ness of the warm bathwater.

Elrond watched as his children once again leaned over and whispered amongst each other for what seemed like the millionth time this night. Dinner had only just started and people were still arriving, so the Elf could not see what they found so important. He began to wonder, however, when Elladan looked over at the entrance to the Dining Hall with an eager look on his face, and he had half a mind to ask them what in the name of Arda they were planning.

But Elrond knew his children to well to even want to think about intervening with their schemes. He figured he would find out soon enough.

"Elrond, I'm not so sure I like the sound of what your children are saying." Glorfindel commented, glancing down the head table at the three of them. There was an empty space after Arwen and before another Elf Lord that was reserved for the Prince of Mirkwood, who had yet to arrive.

"Why?" Elrond asked. "What are they saying?"

"I am not completely sure about what they are saying, but I do have an idea about who." Glorfindel replied with a sigh.

"Alright then, who?" Elrond asked, worried.

"I am afraid that the Prince is in for it tonight." Glorfindel said with a small smile.

Erestor sniggered. "So much for him being more mature."

Elrond sighed. "I really do not want another prank war. Especially not right before the Council."

"Shall I go and tell them off?" Erestor asked halfheartedly.

Elrond shook his head as Arwen this time looked up over at the doors. "No. Let us see what they will do."

Suddenly, Arwen ducked back down to her brothers and excited whispers started coming from them. The three Elf Lords looked back over to the doors to see the Prince of Mirkwood walking in. He was wearing a set of robes that were of the deepest blue, and were lined with silver.

But the twins and Arwen were covering their mouths, trying to hide their laughter as the Prince came over to the head table, and Elrond could see why. It was not the clothes he was wearing, but his hair.

Legolas' hair was a bright pink.

Elrond, Erestor, and Glorfindel locked eyes for a moment before turning to look at their own empty plates as the Elven Prince sat down, completely unaware of the change in his appearance.

"Ah, Legolas," Elrond said stiffly, trying himself not to laugh. "Glad you made it to dinner."

"I would not miss a chance to eat real food." Legolas said. "One gets tired of travel food very quickly."

"I imagine so." Elrond agreed. "Though I have not had need of travel food for a while now."

Legolas nodded. "You have no idea, Lor-"

He was suddenly cut off by an outburst of laughter from Arwen, who quickly gasped and re-covered her mouth with her hand. Legolas arched an eyebrow but said nothing, ignoring the behavior as it continued through out the dinner, even though he was dying to know what was up.

Elladan, Elrohir, and Arwen waited outside of Legolas' closed door as he got ready for bed. They knew that he'd look into the mirror any moment because he'd have to take out his braids.

"Ugh, I think he takes even longer then you, Arwen!" Elladan hissed impatiently, ducking as his sister swatted his head.

"I do not take that long!" she protested.

"No, you take longer." Elrohir agreed.

Arwen opened her mouth to say something, but was cut off by an angry yell.

The trio grinned. "I think he found us out." Elladan said mischievously. Elrohir nodded as the three of them ran as a cry echoed through out the halls:

"ELLADAN! ELROHIR! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!"

a/n: well, not very interesting, but now Legolas officially has pink hair. And he doesn't sound too happy bout it. Well. Next up should be a certain elf departing to look for a certain Dúnedain and four halflings and a pony. So, yah. Im tired now, and full of candy. And Nora smells. Y Matt Hill le gusta llevar el vestido rosado. Mwuhahahahahaha. Yes, I love my British friends. BRITS ROCK! But y they celebrate a guy trying to blow up their government is beyond me...

PHE!