(A/N: The idea is partly my buddy Ceridwens….. the title is her dads. No offence any Legolas fans…)

THE LORD OF THE RINKS:
THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE RINK

Legolas stormed into the locker room. “Aragorn, mellon nin, I hate you.” The Ranger looked up. “Why, my dear elf.” Legolas pulled up his sleeve. “From practice yesterday. I have bruises bigger than your ego.”
“Bruises bigger than your ego” Aragorn mocked him. “If I remember correctly, mellon nin, you signed up for hockey.”
“I signed up because you told me it was a figure skating competition. I am not a hockey player.” He cringed as he said hockey. “I am a delicate-”
“PRISSY!” Elladan and Elhorir yelled out together.
“…. Elf who is not prissy. I have bruises in places I never thought could bruise. Mainly from you, Aragorn.”
“Oh….. the whole ‘Ranger-hits-puck-with-big-hockey-sword-but-misses-and-hits-nancy-elf-instead’ incident? It was an ‘accident’! I swear!” He winked at Elladan. Legolas looked like he could scream. “Look….. Legolas, I said I was sorry! Do you want a written apology?” Aragorn laughed.
“Alright. Now. We’re all in uniform…… so I’d like to introduce the new additions to the team since Gollum went crazy calling the puck his ‘precious.'” Coach Gandalf walked out. “Ok….. Middle Earth Moos….. where’s Chubby? Oh well….Here we go:

‘DEFENCE:
Aragorn and Legolas
WING:
(R) Elhorir
(L) Elladan
CENTER:
Glorfindel
GOALIE:
Elrond
MASCOT:
Chubby the Cow (Thranduil)’

“Ok….. any questions…” Gandalf looked around at his newly assembled team. “None? Ok. In the rink for practice!”

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