A/N: Sorry that I haven't updated in so long! First weekend I got banned from computer cause I went to bed a little late when my parents got home from the movies late – around 11:00. I went to bed 12:00 – what's so wrong with that lol? And now, the computer on the www is broken! Fortunately it is not mine, but mine is not on the www! It is school IT lesson, in case you are wondering how I managed to update! AND I JUST GOT MY BRACES OFF! YAY! You are all wrong about the substances used to dye Leggy's hair – every single one of you lol! ROTFL! Here it is, the chapter if truth…

Chapter Four: New Recruits, And You're All Wrong, LOL! ;P

Early the next morning, Legolas opened his eyes slowly and blinked sleepily. Odd. He had been sleeping with his eyes closed. The elf was sure he had gone to bed with them open. Another thing – his chest ached with a dull pain. Maybe he was sick, but that didn't make sense because elves were immortal and they didn't get sick! It was very odd indeed. Frowning, Legolas pushed himself up in bed and winced as his bruised ribs protested. He sat like this for a moment, and then pushed back the covers and swung his long legs out of bed. Stepping into his favourite green slippers and pulling on his gown (also green), he padded across the room to his chest of drawers. He picked up his intricately carved wooden comb and dragged it through his hair. First things first! As he put it down again, something caught his eye, and he picked the comb up again and squinted hard at it. There were two strands of hair caught between the teeth, and one was blue and one was a dark pink! No, that was completely illogical! Hair didn't just turn pink and blue overnight. Legolas put the comb down. Maybe he was sick after all, and the symptoms were hallucinations. It must be some rare elven disease. He was doomed! Well, he might as well spend his last hours in peace. Groaning to himself and convinced he was at death's door, Legolas kicked off his slippers sadly (he would never wear them again!), shrugged off his gown, and hopped into bed, downing the glass of water that stood on his bedside table. He pulled the covers up to his chin and waited for death to claim him. Two hours later, he still hadn't died, and he was desperate for the bathroom. Muttering furiously to himself, Legolas got out of bed and back into his gown and slippers, opened his bedroom door, and stepped out (rather unsteadily, as his mind had now tricked his body into believing that he was sick. Also, he was so desperate to go…) into the passage.

oXo

On his way back, Legolas encountered the elven twins, Elladan and Elrohir. They were both staring at him, Elladan's jaw dropping slightly.

"Hi," Legolas croaked. The twins just gawped. "Yeah," said Legolas miserably, "I know…I am dying of some horrible disease. Don't carry on…"

"No," said Elladan, eyes wide.

"It's not that at all," continued Elrohir.

"Your hair…"

"It's…"

"Blue and pink!" They both cried, and began to snigger.

"…What!" So Legolas hadn't been imagining it after all. The disease must have turned his hair blue and pink!

"Yeah," snorted Elladan, "It's blue with pink stripes!"

"No, it's pink with blue stripes!" Legolas looked from one arguing twin to the other, horrified, gasped, and then sprinted for his room.

"Doesn't look so sick to me," Elladan commented.

"I'm telling you, 'Dan, it's pink with blue stripes."

"Whatever, 'Ro."

oXo

Slamming the door behind him, Legolas dashed to the chest of drawers and yanked so hard upon the drawer knob that it came off in his hands and the drawer itself flew out and landed on his foot. Legolas stood wide eyed for a moment and then looked down. The drawer took a moment to register 'pain', but when it did, the halls and passages of Rivendell echoed with the Prince's shouts and atrocious language. Elladan and Elrohir raced in, alarmed, to find Legolas hopping around on his good foot and clutching his bad one in both hands, swearing all the while.

"Rhaichrhaichrhaichrhaichrhaichrhaich…" The twins exchanged a look, eyebrows raised, and then Elrohir quietly put a hand on Legolas' shoulder. The Prince of Mirkwood abruptly stopped jumping and whipped around to face the twins. "What is your business here!" he snapped, "Can you not see that I am dying and in great pain!"

"We can see that you have hurt yourself," began Elrohir.

"It was the bloody drawer, not me!" Legolas interrupted.

"Ah," said Elladan, eyebrows still up, "I see, but I cannot, however ---"

"We don't see how you could be so badly wounded as to be dying. You are not bleeding profusely; in fact you do not seem to be bleeding at all…"

"I am sick!" Legolas protested, "I already told you!"

"Oh." Elladan frowned, "Right. Well you certainly don't look it. But I must say, you do look – and smell – a little, err…Fruity?"

"Eccentric," Elladan finished, "You know, you really ought to find a looking glass!"

"I have one." Legolas limped around the fallen drawer, knelt down, dug around in it, and triumphantly pulled out a small hand held mirror, face down. He slowly turned it upwards, making the twins giggle.

oXo

Legolas sat dead still and blinked those big blue eyes of his in utter horror. Then his jaw slowly dropped.

"It is blue with pink stripes, is it not?"

"Pink with blue stripes, 'Dan."

"Shut up, 'Ro."

"Don't you tell me to---!"

"Shh, we can take this outside later. Just watch." Elladan turned his attention back to Legolas. "I am right, aren't I!" Silently, Legolas nodded, and then he suddenly gave a little squeak, and without warning, flung the mirror. It hit Elladan in the face and bounced into his arms. "Ouch!" the elf exclaimed, dropping the mirror (face down for obvious reasons) in the drawer, "If I had not caught that, it would have broken, do you know that? And it would have been ---!"

"Seven years' bad luck for you!" Elrohir finished.

"Don't care!" Legolas wailed.

"Actually," mused Elladan, "I think you would've, especially if the bad luck had involved ---"

"Just ignore 'Dan!" Elrohir gave Legolas a big grin. "Now why don't you go and wash that stuff off before it stains, eh?"

"STAINS!" Legolas yelped and leapt about a foot in the air. Both twins nodded seriously.

"I suggest that you head for the bath houses immediately!"

"Go, go, go!" Elladan practically pushed Legolas, on the brink of tears, out of the chamber door.

"But!"

"No buts' – go!" Elladan and Elrohir had to get rid of Legolas so that they could find the person responsible for the hair and…congratulate them! They both had a good idea of who this person was; and if they were right, then there were two people responsible – two hobbits, to be exact. Both twins had heard what they had termed 'hobbit sounds' last night while passing the one called Merry's door, just after they had heard it slam. There had been hissing and scolding sounds coming from within. Definitely Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took.

oXo

Elladan and Elrohir watched as Legolas hurried along the passage to the bath houses, his multi-coloured hair streaming out behind him.

"Let us go and find the pranksters responsible and---"

"Join them!"

"My thoughts exactly; 'Ro, I do wish you would stop interrupting me sometimes! As I was trying to say …Ahem, so, we shall join them. Perhaps they have other pranks planned?" There was a twinkle in both twins' eyes as they set off towards Merry's room.

oXo

Merry and Pippin stood in Merry's doorway. Both had overslept (two pranksters should have been up before dawn to pack up, especially Pip), and they feared they had missed the action. Just then, to their delight, there was the sound of running feet, and Legolas sprinted past, making for the bath houses as fast as he could go (which was fast), his hair a glorious strawberry juice pink and blueberry juice blue. Both hobbits grinned from ear to ear the moment he was gone.

"Prissy Princeling," Merry whispered, "High five!" He and Pip slapped five and turned back into the room to discuss their victory and perhaps clean up a little, but as Merry was about to close the door, someone tapped him gently on the shoulder and the hobbit let out a squeal of alarm, not unlike Pippin in a difficult situation. Both hobbits whipped around to find themselves facing two identical elves.

"This is Elladan, and I'm Elrohir. Do not be afraid." Elrohir attempted to calm the two rather frightened cousins, "We mean you no harm."

"Yeah, we're the two incredibly evil kitchen raiders you heard last night." Elladan grinned, making the hobbits relax somewhat. "If you two are who we think you are, and you did what we think you did," he winked and grinned some more, actually getting both Merry and Pippin to grin back, "then the four of us need to have a Long Talk, because we want in!"

TBC.

A/N: Now I have to write out the next few chapters. I will do that while we are on holiday. Yes, I will not be updating in a few days as my family are going off to the land of sheep, horses and trout…Barkley East or something. Sure, horses are great but the rest…and I suppose you can eat smoked trout, so that is okay too, but I suppose I will be doing a lot of reading, writing, listening to music and drawing cartoons (yes, I am quite the artist lol! Everyone at school is always like " ----, you're good!";) Also, I will miss Prison Break! Oh no, I can't believe it! I will get my grandparents to tape it. Well, I suppose I have been rambling on and on about random things and my amazing artistic talents (sorry if I seemed to be boasting a little – I am not usually like that) So, namárië for now!

-Windsong-