Azalais (azalaisdep) wrote in tolkien_weekly,

Hairdressing challenge (bonus entry!) - Legolas' Lissome Locks...

You thought I'd forgotten, didn't you?  As promised - a silly bonus triple-drabble covering all the Hairdressing prompts, on the subject of Legolas' Lissome Locks...

Author: Azalaisdep
Title: I'll Linger Here, And Will Not Come
Characters: Legolas, Fellowship, Gondorian OFC
Rating: G
Warnings: Extremely silly...
Source: My inner fangurl
Disclaimer: Middle-earth belongs to Tolkien and his heirs. And JRRT cannot in all the Ages of Arda be blamed for this one.

I'll Linger Here, And Will Not Come

Ithiliel caught her breath as she glanced up from the book she was pretending to read. From her vantage-point in her window-seat in Minas Tirith's third Circle, she could just see over the wall into the courtyard of the house occupied by the fabled Fellowship... yes, he had come out to the water-trough!  As he did every morning early, a linen towel about his neck, his hands full of soaproot and fragrant mint.

He would sit barechested on the trough's edge, the rosy-gold dawn light bathing his upturned face, parting his warrior's plaits with deft fingers. He would loose the gleaming fall of his hair, send fresh water flooding into the trough from the pump, lather and rinse his golden locks clean before meticulously combing them out. She wondered, for a moment, if they would curl as they dried... She felt her face flushing at the thought. For a male, to wash his hair every day! No wonder 'twas always in such exquisite condition!  She shifted just a little in her seat, for a better view...

He stilled for an instant, as though something had caught his attention; then, to Ithiliel's dismay, got up and slipped back into the house. He'd forgotten something – his comb, perhaps; she waited.

And waited.

Eventually, her mother's admonitions that she would miss breakfast became too insistent to ignore. Sighing deeply, Ithiliel slid off the window-seat, her morning ritual cut short. There was always tomorrow...

Gimli stuck his head in from the courtyard.

“She's gone.”

Legolas grimaced in relief.

“At last! I was beginning to think I'd never get to the pump this morning!”  He looked piteously around the breakfast-table at the rest of the Fellowship, who roared with entirely unsympathetic laughter.

“Can I not even wash my hair in peace?...”


Tags: author: azalaisdep, challenge: hairdressing: comb, challenge: hairdressing: condition, challenge: hairdressing: curl, challenge: hairdressing: cut, challenge: hairdressing: parting, challenge: hairdressing: plait, character: legolas, character: ofc
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