The Fellowship of the Hair by Lbilover

'98, 99, 100.' Sam stopped counting and sighed with satisfaction. 'That's more like it, Mr. Frodo. Your hair looks a treat now.' He stowed the hairbrush back in his pack.


'Thank you, Sam.' Frodo tossed his head. His curls, sadly mussed after the encounter with the Watcher in the Water, bounced luxuriantly, gleaming in the torchlight.


'Daft, Sam's completely daft,' Merry murmured to Pippin.


Legolas, who had just finished combing out his long blond locks and rebraiding the strands at his temples, let out a sniff. Gimli snorted.


Aragorn and Gandalf carefully avoided each other's eyes.