I can see Legolas aged 3 and his mother sitting in from of his mothers mirror and him perched on her lap.
Mother: No Legolas, you brush from root to tip, and place the hairdryer on defuser... that way you dont damage your hair as much..
Legolas holding the brush attempting to do it like his mother..
Elf King walks in...
"what in Vala's name are you doing with my son!"
Mother: he's MY son as well
EK: I dont want some nancy boy as my heir!
Mother: well you should have given me a daughter!
EK: oh eru!
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"Athena, stepping up behind him, visible to no one but Achillies, gripped his red-gold hair. Startled he made a half turn, and he knew her upon the instant for Athena." ~The Iliad~
~My lord, Éomer~
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