Legolas Greenleaf was an elf of many talents… And many secrets. One of these secrets being his… hobby.
Some may question this, stating that, "Archery is the hobby of the great Legolas!" But they would be incorrect. Legolas viewed archery to be his job- albeit one he enjoyed immensely- not a hobby.
His hobby was, in fact, none other than flower arranging.
And as mortifying as it was, it was something Legolas enjoyed immensely. Every Manweday morning, he would rise early, sneak into the gardens, gather a few choice flowers, and return to the palace. He would seek out every vase containing a dead bouquet, and carefully replace them with his newest arrangement. He would then step back, look over his beautiful work, nod to himself, and go about his day, carefully maintaining the facade.
Nobody had the slightest inkling, not a soul… except perhaps Galion, but what does Galion know? He's only a butler? Right?… Right?
Legolas furrowed his brow and peered over his shoulder to see Galion smirking evilly at him, twirling a flower in his hand.
…
Alright then. The butler definitely knows, and the butler definitely seems to be plotting something malicious.
Legolas prayed that Galion's mouth remain mercifully shut.
Somehow he doubted that it would.
A/N: Merry belated Christmas and Happy belated New Years guys! Thank for all the lovely reviews \(*O*)/
Overlord Rousdower out_