It was midnight in Minas Tirith. A heavily cloaked and hooded figure crept stealthily through the dimly lit halls of the castle. He was Legolas, and he was heading for the royal freezers. He knew the freezers would be guarded, but he could easily get rid of them – that is, if the twins didn't make a bish of their part.
"Halt! Who goes there?" A Royal Ice Cream Guard barked.
"Oh, it's just me, an innocent Elf," said Legolas.
"Oh, er, I beg your pardon, Legolas," said the guard. "The King is being especially protective of his ice cream right now, he seems to be suspicious of a plot against him. And those usually include his ice cream. What are you doing here, anyway?"
"Actually, I'm looking for someone to come drink some Mirkwood wine with me. It's not as fun drinking it alone, you know. Perhaps you would like to join me?"
The guard sighed wistfully. "I'm afraid that's an impossibility. I would dearly love some Mirkwood wine, but if the King found out…"
"How is the king to find out? Trust me, he will never know."
"But what if something were to happen?"
"Nothing ever really happens, does it?"
"Well… no, I guess it doesn't. I'll join you."
Legolas led the guard to his chamber. This would be a long process, but it would be worth it to make Aragorn insane. His love for ice cream had grown over the years, and hardly a day passed that he did not end with Ice Cream. This was going to be fun.
Legolas had already mixed much of the wind with a strong sleeping potion to quicken its effects. When guard number one was asleep, he went back and repeated the process with the rest of the guards, until only one remained. This last one proved the hardest to convince. To Legolas it seemed like hours before he was leading him away.
Now he was done. He could only hope that the twins would do their part well.
CRASH!
They didn't. The guard turned, then ran back to the freezers.
Legolas hesitated. Should he go back and help the twins with the guard? He soon thought better of it, and hurried to remove the sleeping guards. If Elladan and Elrohir somehow managed to get out of this, he couldn't have the incriminating evidence lying all over his floor.
When the guard unlocked the door to the room full of freezers, he was met by an intriguing sight. Two Elves lying on the floor beneath a window in a tangled heap is a sight. If the had been clumsy men, this would not have been surprising, but graceful Elves…?
And what was more astounding was that these Elves were wearing fluffy pink nightgowns and had faces paint like those of girls.
The guard was petrified.
Then the interesting Elves started screaming "Legolas! Legolas! Where are you when we need you? Don't desert us now! Legolas!"
Finally the guard came out of his reverie and moved toward the Elves, but they also went into action, throwing a carton of ice cream at his head, where it stuck, and fleeing through the window.
Those who were still awake at that late hour were rewarded by the sight of two Elves in fluffy pink nightgowns running wildly through the streets; and in the castle, and in the castle, a Royal Ice Cream Guard stumbling into walls with the Imperial Ice Cream still serving him as a hat.