Hey there people that read this story I don't own any thing in the Lotr except for my own characters (the ones I make up).

Anyway this fan fiction is about Legolas and what he might be like if he was Goth (by the way this is all in good fun so if you don't like it or are offended by it (I don't know why you would be but anyway) please don't bash it).

Its just some stuff me and Emily (my friend) thought was funny so yeah hope you like it.

THINK YOU'VE GOT PROBLEMS?

Try living in a world where it's impossible to buy headphones designed for pointy ears.

Try looking manly with eyeliner on.

Try getting a school shirt on over the top of a trench coat!

(The above is just a few things that Legolas has to deal with so now here is the story (oh and if you didn't understand anything all shall be explained)

Dear diary (SHIT) I mean, Journal (I so meant to do that)

How meaningless is life. I would end it now if it were not for the fact that I tried, on Tuesday, and the scissors were too blunt. Nobody understands. They fear me, as I am different, I challenge them, and they cannot handle the darkness. I present the truth no wonder they fear me, they are in denial.

Oh the loneliness, I confide in only you, on paper I realse how close I am to the edge, but my time is not yet. The world needs me, if only to remind everyone of there own pathetic smallness I am meant for more than this. Higher things. Aragorn owes me $4. They are so material. I am on detention, but my soul is free. They do not understand freedom, I express myself, and they are afraid.

AWESOME, the new Jessie Mc Cartney cd is coming out (must buy). Full Moon my Teddy bear has lost his ear, I hope I find it soon, he is lost and upset. Despair at total immaturity of pears. Hope they all die. Guidance Councilor forgot my name today. Oh and you wont believe what happened, today, in the morning before first period' anyway I'm in the principles office as normal and the conversation is going, as normal and the principle, Mr. Gandalf

Was all like: Legolas for the last time take off your trench coat or I'll call your mother.

And I was all like: (looks horrifiied then quietly removes trench coat)

Then he was like:(sighs tiredly) good now, remove the one, under your clothes.

And then I was like quwite calmly, I might add: WHAT! FUCK YOU! YOU CANT EVEN SEE IT! THIS IS BULLSHIT! I WILL NOT CONFORM TO YOUR NORM!

Then he was all like:(rubes temples tiredly) please Legolas can you not shout your giving me a migraine, and its school policy so just take it off and hand it over, or you will have to see the councilor and we will call your mother.

Then I was like: FINE you win this fight (takes off coat and hands it over) YOU MAY HAVE ONE THE BATTLE BUT NOT THE WAR (laughs like crazy person goes out and slams the door).

And do you know what he did the bastard gave me 3 months with the councilors because I "supposedly" have issues I do not have issues. I start my sessions tomorrow so whish me luck. Oh shit it's dinner, mums coming got to go write more tomorrow.

LATER.

P.S think I might try to hang myself tell you tomorrow how it turns out but if I don't then I'm dead and am in a better place.