In Dude, Where's My Precious? ("Luscious" being Lucius Malfoy):
FayJay:
At some point I mean to write a fic in which Luscious arrives at his elven hairdresser (through whatever portal one needs to accomplish such a journey) and sits there snootily flicking through magazines whilst Haldir sips a latte, each of them radiating angry cat vibes over the whole who's the prettiest thing.
I guess Legolas would be having his roots done, at this point. And Celeborn would be sitting under the drier.
Betsy Hanes Perry:
Pssst! Legolas has extensions!
Kathy Astrom:
Oh, and Elrond would be getting his eyebrows waxed!
FayJay:
Pssst! Legolas has extensions!
This is an evil rumour spread about by Elrond, just because his OverProtectiveDadness is jealous about Legolas being the prettiest.
candyb:
I think often about how great the Elvish Spas and Salons must be. The tremendous amount of time they all must spent there, hanging out and whatnot just like Fay described.
Betsy Hanes Perry:
And singing.
Possibly doo-wop.
FayJay:
I bet they use Lembas as biscotti. I bet they were all "here, take this, it will last you a very long time" and the whole time they were sniggering behind their bows at the gullibility of hobbits.
Beverly:
Hee! To the Elven Beautification Emporium, as such an establishment near me is known.
Anne W.:
I bet they use Lembas as biscotti. I bet they were all "here, take this, it will last you a very long time" and the whole time they were sniggering behind their bows at the gullibility of hobbits.
"This, little ones, is Elven Latte. One sip will keep a man awake and somewhat jittery for a week."