Thranduil tossed his hair fabulously as he glared at Legolas, who sighed. "Legolas, I raised you to be so much more fabulous than this." he announced fabulously. "Just because some strange person invaded Mirkwood does not mean you simply retreat!"

"But Ada..."

Thranduil glared. "No buts. Go and defeat whatever this new threat is."

Legolas trembled. "You do not understand! He could kill with a flash of light! We do not know how to stop him!"

Thranduil did not look impressed. "If you have any fabulousness at all, you will find a way. Here is your chance to prove to me that you CAN after all be fabulous."

Legolas backed away. "Well, you're probably right. I'm not fabulous after all."

Thranduil grabbed him and tossed him out the door, then returned to his throne. "Problem solved." he said fabulously.

Legolas crept into Mirkwood alone. If he was to defeat this threat he would do it himself. There was no need for any more to die with him. Suddenly he heard a strange sound from the darkness ahead.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Before he even saw anything coming he was dead. With a creepy laugh, the stranger advanced to the Halls of the Party King of Mirkwood.

One by one the elves died. One by one the stranger got closer to Thranduil, who was completely unaware of it all. He slew Tauriel, much to the rejoicing of Middle-Earth in general.

Thranduil was sampling some new wine when he entered. He started.

"Who are you?"

The figure laughed. "You Know Who!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

Thranduil twitched, and crumpled to the ground.

Voldemort snickered. It had been all too easy. Inwardly laughing, he turned to leave.

But suddenly, to his lasting dismay, Thranduil leapt to his feet. There was a scar on his forehead shaped like an elk's antler. Voldemort gasped and backed up a feet steps. How had the elf survived?

Thranduil gave Volemort a condescending glance. "Another failed attempt on my life." he said with fabulous coolness. "I trust you know you are about to die."

Volemort had no words. He was in awe of Thranduil's fabulousness.

Thranduil smirked, and turned away with a fabulous hair toss.

Voldemort flopped over and died.

The End.