[ElenCala Isil]

Hmm, let's see...

Polishing his golden nameplate, Frodo sat at his newly organized desk, waiting for his 5 o'clock. They were almost 13 seconds late. "Should be here any minute, now." Frodo said to himself.

Outside, a disgruntled elf walked towards the new office building. Spotting the gardener outside, he asked for directions. "Excuse me, Mr...." he began.
The Gardener looked up and began to speak "Sam, may I help you?" he asked the elf, taken aback. There was something a bit strange about this elf. "Yes, I'm looking for Dr. Frodo, I understand he is giving therapy now and I am nearing to 30 seconds late."

"Room 204, on the second floor, second door to your left." Sam answered, immediatly returning to his work. "Thank you," said the elf as he quickly walked into the office building.

"204, 204, 204, second door to the left," the elf said, as he made his way to the elevator. There was another person approaching the elevator. "What floor?" he asked the elf.

"Second," said the elf. He looked at the man, observing his every move. "My name is Faramir," said the man. "Are you going to see Dr. Frodo? He's great!"

"Really? Did he help you in any way?" queried the elf. "Oh, sure! I had this problem after I quit my job as Robin Hood. I was a bit unstable, but Dr. Frodo helped me out and before I knew it, I had a job as a waiter! Well, second floor, here we are!"

At this the elf walked out of the elevator, and proceeded to room 204.

"Hello! Do come in! I'm Dr. Frodo, and you must be Legolas!" came a cheery voice from the small hobbit at the desk at the back of the room. "What seems to be the problem?" he said, offering Legolas a seat.

Taking the seat, Legolas began his tale. "...and so, the dwarf at the beauty salon did this to my hair! The left side is a whole 8 inches shorter than the right! What will I do, Dr. Frodo?"

Frodo sat for a while, trying to think of the right answer for the disgruntled elf. "Let me tell you a story," Frodo began. "The reason I became a mental therapist is because we all have flaws, and we need to overcome our self-image, and be happy with the person inside." At this he held up his hands-he only had nine fingers. The elf gasped. "Yes, yes. Even I, am not perfect. My hair devoured my soul not too long ago and my finger is gone, but my looks aren't everything. You need to know that your hair will grow back, Legolas. You need to let your innerself shine out for the world to see. Stop worrying about your hair."

Legolas sat for a while, replaying the doctor's words once more. After a while he stirred, and stood up. "You're right, Dr. Frodo! My hair will grow back, and for once it would be nice to have people look at me as a person and not just a pretty face with dazzling hair. Thank you, Doctor! Thank you!" He grabbed Frodo's hand and gave it a squeeze then he nanced out the door, leaving Frodo to himself.

Frodo shook his head. "Elbereth, this won't be good....why do I even bother with therapy?"

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Frodo was walking through the aisle of the local supermarket when he noticed an elf who looked remarkably like Legolas, yet somewhat like...like Aragorn! "Legolas?! Is that you?!" he called out. The greasy haired elf came nancing over to Frodo. "Dr. Frodo!! So great to see you again! Your therapy session worked great!!! You've changed my life, Dr. Frodo. I haven't seen a bar of soap in a month! I can't thank you enough."

At this Frodo smacked his forehead and slid it down his face. "I'm so happy for you, Legolas, but really I must be going." He walked away quickly, ignoring Legolas' shouts of thanks.

"Oy! That's it!!! I quit!!! I'll go work for Pippin. "Wee Scarvies™, Inc." has been making a killing lately."

He hopped in his car and sped to his work to put in his resignation. "From now on, it's Wee Scarvies™ for me!"

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