"You have pledged your bow," Gandalf whispered softly, "Might I remind you, not your services as a fashion consultant."
"Oh!" The elf suddenly became very excited, "We have to go coordinated. Totally. We have to get The Fellowship fleece jackets, tote bags and the whole shebang! Maybe foam visors too."
"We are not going coordinated!" Gimli growled, "And I�m not wearing a foam visor."
"And you Gimli, son of Gloin," Legolas glared at the dwarf sternly, "I don�t care whether or not you wear the visor, but that beard has got to go."
"Why does it matter if I have facial hair?" The dwarf rolled his eyes, "Why don�t you go bald?"
"I�ll tell you in two simple words why I don�t go bald." The elf snorted, "I�M PRETTY!"
"That�s three words." Gimli blinked quickly, "I-am-pretty."
"No you�re not." Legolas replied crisply and pushed away his plate, "Um, I have a bit of a problem."
"A bit of a problem?" Sirius asked, skeptically, "Like what?"
"Like I can�t get all my REE cosmetics to fit in my bag. No, I�ve got a better idea." He paused and stared at Sirius, "I think there are certain things you have on your packing list we can do without. And instead, we can haul my personal effects."
Frodo flipped through the piece of parchments and surveyed their list, "There�s not much on here we can get rid of." He began to read, "Apples, one barrel. Mushrooms, three sacks . . ." Legolas snatched the list from the hobbit�s hands and began reading it quickly.
"Take this for example." On the weaponry page, Legolas had whipped out a green highlighter and had circled Bow strings, five. "You can use elven hair instead. It�s much more durable and much easier to get."
"Um, so are you saying that we could use one of your hairs?" Sirius dared to ask.
"Certainly not." The elf positively glared at the entire Fellowship, "How dare you even SUGGEST such a horrid thing?!" His fingers strayed towards his head, "Humph."
"Then, elf," Gimli growled, "Where do you suggest we get elven hair?!"