Older Than He Looks.

Disclaimer: my own, my love, my own...

whispers from the sidelines

Wait WHAT?

louder whispers from the sidelines

WHAT?? Im not listening lalalalalaaaaa laaaaaaaa

screaming IT BLOODY ISN'T YOUR'S

crying NOOOOOOOOOO...MY...P

(sidlines) Don't even say it

ok now seriously,..its Tolkien's not mine.

One morning in one of the caverns in Mirkwood, the one Legolas claimed as his, the prince rolled over in his sleep and hugged what he thought was an animal.

An animal? he bolted out of bed prepared to attack. What he wasn't prepared for was the clump of hair on his bed.

"AAHHHHHHHHHH" he screamed. The clump of hair was the same color and size of his, so it had to be his.

"but, but! i can't be going bald! Elves don't bald!" he cried. One of the maids just happened to be walking by and popped her head in.

"My lord? who are you talking to? There's no one here!"

Not wanting her to know he was going bald, he ushered her out and closed the door, telling her he was just remembering something.

She shrugged as he closed the door, not really giving it a second thought.

'oh what am i going to tell father!' he thought pacing his room. He through his right fist up in exclaimation.

"I've GOT it!" he exclaimed rushing to his mirror. He grabbed his brush and started combing his hair over the "balding" spot.

He sighed as he stepped out his door to go to the dinning hall. As he closed the door a strong gust of wind blew his freshly combed hair about.

"how can it be windy in a CAVE!!!" he hollared at no one then rushed back into his room. Once again he paced the floor, wondering what to do. Then the idea struck him. He pulled out some extra heavy mirkwood 'hair gel' and gelled his hair in place. As he was finishing he realized he hadn't changed his clothes and that his baggy pajama's wouldn't do. Legolas searched his closet and picked out an outfit to wear. While putting on the trousers, he realized they were to big, so he traded them. These were to big to, he went through every pair of trousers he had, but everything was to big.

"I've SHRUNKEN!" he yelled. Another maid popped her head in.

"Sir, may i ask what is wrong?"

"no you may not! now please, Leave Me BE!" he growled. The poor maid ran away crying. Legolas sighed, his father was bound to hear about that, but he did feel bad afterwards.

Legolas resorted to wearing the first pair up to his chest almost, then pulled on his tunic. The decorative clasp slipped off and he bent down to pick it up, just to realize he couldnt stand back up.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO" he cried. He hobbled to the door to get to a healer. Somehow, a nest of bee's had found their way next to the prince's door and when he opened it, they swarmed. Legolas ducked and threw himself to the ground with his hands on top of his head. The bee's were quick to leave, so he didnt stay down for long, but his hands remained up. He yanked, pulled, twisted and did anything he could think of to get his hands unglued from his head, but all was a no go.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the bed, twin elves sat stiffling their laughter.

Elrohir had cut Legolas' hair while Elladan had set up a fan system outside, then while Elrohir got the beehive, Elladan switched the hair gell with a glue mix. The two of them had arrived the night prior and had decided to greet their sleeping friend with a little prank. They switched his clothes with theirs and once the idea struck him that he might be going through the human stages of old age, his back gave out purely from suggestion. The couldn't stiffle their laughter and Legolas heard them. He tiptoed to the edge of the bed.

"YOU!!! YOU DID THIS!!!...hey! im not going bald!" he added the latter happily then quickly swung his mood, "You made me think i was going bald!!!"

The twins finally gave in and started laughing.

Legolas growled. "you think this is funny?...i'll show you funny!" he grabbed his daggers and the twins stopped abruptly.

"Legolas is was just..."

Legolas darted at them. They ran down almost every hallway saying things like:

"it was a harmless joke"

"I'll show you not to mess with me!" and

"don't hurt us!"

As King Thranduil stepped into his dining hall, thus was the scene playing before him. The three ran around and around the tables, Legolas' daggers still drawn. Thranduil mumbled a curse, then turned on his heal and went back to bed.