#63 Vanity
Thranduil looked in the mirror once more to make sure his golden hair was neatly brushed. He had spent much of the morning brushing his long luscious strands and wanted to ensure everyone who laid eyes on him saw nothing but perfection.
He was already late for the morning meal; however, he did not care. After all, his hair was far more important. As he was getting ready to brush his hair once more, just for precaution, he heard a soft tap on his doors. Sighing in aggravation, Thranduil called out. "Who is it?"
"It is I, Legolas. May I come in?"
Thranduil did not wish to be bothered, but he knew his son would not leave until he was allowed an audience with him, so he reluctantly allowed him to enter. "Enter, Legolas but be quick. I am in the middle of something very important."
Opening the doors to his father's chambers, he frowned when he noticed his father in the same place yet again. He should have known what the "important" deed was his father was doing as he often saw his father at his mirror several times a day brushing his hair or checking to make sure not one single strand was out of place. "I see you are once again messing with your hair father," Legolas said with a hint of annoyance.
Thranduil nearly dropped his brush in shock. "I am not messing with my hair, Legolas. With hair as stunning as mine, it must be kept up or else people will think unhighly of me."
Legolas shook his head and turned to leave, but before he did, he stopped and looked at his father once more. "Father, I am afraid to say this, but people are already thinking poorly of you. It is apparent you think more of your hair than anything else. If you are not quick to change your attitude, then it will eventually be your downfall. Just something to think about." Legolas then left, leaving a very stunned but proud Thranduil looking back at where his son stood a minute ago.
"What does he know? He will never understand the importance of having to look your best. Foolish boy." Thranduil thought out loud to himself. He then turned back towards his mirror and began brushing his hair once more. "One, two, three…"
