Tauriel: I don't know why you're making me do this Legolas...I have no chance against Lady Galadriel or Arwen, and then there's that new human...what was her name? Ah! Èowyn. I have no chance against her either...
Legolas: (shoves Tauriel into a chair so he can do her makeup and hair) Oh yes you do! You have to compete and win so I can live vicariously through you! And besides, you're just as fabulous as them
Tauriel: I am not...
Legolas: Tauriel I'd slap you if it wouldn't ruin your makeup...you're beautiful!! So shut up already!
Tauriel: (pouts) Fine...can I borrow your good luck?
Legolas: Of course! You don't think I'd let you compete without it? (puts the necklace on Tauriel)
Tauriel: (grasps the necklace and smiles) Thanks Legolas
Kili: Tauriel!! Is it true?? Are you going to be in the missus fabulous pageant?
Tauriel: Yes...
Kili: Oh wow! I feel bad for the other ladies.
Tauriel: Oh how you go on! I have no chance of winning this...but it'd sure mean a lot if you'd wish me luck...
Kili: (kisses Tauriel's cheek) Good luck
Tauriel: Thanks, (hair flip) let's do this!
Epilouge: Tauriel made it to the final three but tripped on her dress and fell off the stage...onto a couple of hobbits sitting on the front row. It did not end well. The victor of the competition was ultimately Galadriel, and until Galadriel and Thranduil stop competing in the mister & missus fabulous pageant, there really is no hope for anyone else wishing to participate.
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عشوائيIn this book you will find various things having to do with various fandoms. There's really no telling what will be involved though, there could be quotes, fanfiction, or even crack, so hold onto your butts. *\(^o^)/*
