Chapter Two: "What do you mean "pink"?"
Legolas sat up in bed and stretched. It was morning. His eye caught something pink on the sheet. What was it? Curious, the Elf touched it. Some of it came off onto his finger. It must be some sort of paint. Odd. How had that gotten there? It hadn't been there when he'd gotten into bed the night before, he could have sworn it. Legolas was puzzled.
Just then, Aragorn woke up. "Morning, Aragorn", said Legolas lazily. Aragorn's mouth dropped open.
"Um…Legolas?"
"What?"
"Your - your hair!"
"What about it?" The Elf frowned.
"I didn't know you went in for pink – I thought you liked it blonde?"
"But I do." Legolas was confused. "I – Pink! What do you mean "pink"?"
Aragorn got out of bed and searched for something on the floor.
"Hmm…I thought I saw it here somewhere…Arwen must have left it…Ah – here it is." The Ranger pounced and handed the Elf a small hand mirror, before getting back into bed and putting a pillow over his head. "Now leeme alone," he mumbled, "It will…come off in the wash."
Legolas stared at the little mirror, horrorstruck. The reflection looking back at him wasn't his. It must be some dark magic. Wait…or was it? Legolas made sure that no-one was watching him, and then touched his nose to prove his theory. The Elf jumped the height of himself. The horrified Elf in the mirror was him, and his hair was pink, just as Aragorn had said!
Legolas screamed, and threw the mirror across the room. It hit Pippin on the nose. The hobbit woke with a yell.
"Yeeeeeeoooooowch!" Peregrin rubbed his nose.
Between the hobbit and the Elf, the whole fellowship had been roused.
"Pipe down, will you?" Merry pulled the covers up over his head.
"Mmm…yes…be…quiet…" Boromir mumbled, still more than half asleep. Gimli gave a loud snort and then went back to his deafening snoring.
"My hair! My hair! Oh! Woe is this day!" Legolas wailed. "My hair! What has happened?"