Sorry it took so long for an update; sometimes I just forget about things…
Then my family finds me speaking babble in a sewer a few towns away…
Anyway, that's happened quite often lately. Strange. But let the fic begin!
The Lord of the Rings:
The Sitcom
Episode 3020: Legolas gets a haircut!
(cut to: Legolas and Gimli sitting in the Minas Tirith Shopping Plaza Food Court)
Gimli: Wuss.
Legolas: Shut up! So, why did Gandalf make us come here?
Gimli: So we could give our concert. NFellowship, remember?
Legolas: Wait. I thought we were Fellowshipstreet Boys. And what about Frodo and Boromir? They're gone forever, ya know. We can't give a concert. We broke up. Like the Spice Girls. Where's my cell phone, I gotta call my agent--
Gimli: Wuss. You're just afraid the gals have passed over the "elves are hot" era. All the stuff about the "Dominion of Men" got you worried. Now shut up and eat your food.
Legolas: Ugh. I hate these things. Why'd Sam have to make a restaurant chain, anyway? I mean, "McGamgee's"? I'm complainin' to the chef—
Gollum: (coming out of kitchen for a break) Eat your damn taters, blondie. (muttering) They don't pay us enough, precious, they just don't pay us enough...
Gimli: Gollum? Aren't you dead?
Gollum: I'm computer generated, dimwit, they put me up to this. Making me cook...taters...
Legolas: What are...taters...?
Gollum: (getting ticked) PO-TA-TOES, precious!
Legolas: Don't call me precious. (sighs) Ah, well. I heard Gandalf's sporting a ponytail for the concert.
Gimli: Tell it to the tabloids. Now let's get to the barber, this beard's itchin' like anythin'!
Legolas: Maybe if you didn't drool on it--
-ten minutes later-
Legolas: (comes out) Hmm. Why does this seem...familiar?
Gimli: Your haircut? You mean, how you cut it short, dyed it black, and all that?
Legolas: Yeah. But I like your mohawk, Gimli.
Gimli: All the dwarf-chicks dig it.
Legolas: Dwarf-chicks...?
Gimli: Long story. Let's go.
THE END