Legolas

"Father, are you coming?" Legolas asked impatiently. "Yes, yes. I'm almost ready." his father replied from his bedroom. He had been in there for a hour now, saying there was something he needed to do. Something about his looks. "Done! Close your eyes!" Thranduil said enthusiastic. Legolas closed his eyes, nowing his father would get angry with him if he wouldn't. He heared the door being opened. "Now open them." Thranduil said. Legolas didn't know what to expect, but he was sure his father had done something stupid again. He opened his eyes and froze. He barely recognized his father. His locks had been cut short and dyed some sort of brown colour. With some gel he made his hair stand up a little. "How do I look? Do I look fabulous?" Thranduil asked. He was shaking with energy, but still needed conformation that it looked good on him. "... Different." Legolas said. "But in a good way." he said, still not used to it. "Fantastic! Now it's your turn!" Thranduil said happily. "Oh no. I'm okay with how I look now." Legolas said, fearing for his beautiful blonde locks. Thranduil shrugged. "Maybe later." he said, which created a huge hole of fear in Legolas stomach. "Now, hush hush. We must go! I don't want to be late! And I want to know what Thorin thinks of my new haircut."