Disclaimer: I guess you could say I own the characters you've never heard of, but sadly, I don't own LOTR.
A/N: I got bored. Tell me if you like it by reviewing please! Flames make me cry! It's not the best, I'll admit!
Look what I found!
"Which way was it again?" Beor asked.
"The way we're walking," Turumin answered for the thirteenth time. Beor wasn't exactly the smartest Elf in Mirkwood. Turumin still would not accept the fact they were brothers since he was much more intelligent then Beor. Much, much more intelligent.
The two were had heard a scream and a loud 'splat' noise during their archery practice and naturally gone to inspect it. Turumin had only gone in hopes of discovery something incredible and showing it off. Then maybe the Elf maiden, Almiel, that he had feelings for would talk to him without mentioning the prince. He stopped in his tracks and searched around. "I swear this has to be the-"
"Come look what I found!" Turumin turned to see Beor several yards away poking at a figure on the ground. Turumin ran over and stared down in shock. "It's dead."
It was a girl, human. Her clothing was brightly colored and strange to the two Elves. Turumin noticed her ears had many silver things in it. "Ouch," he muttered to himself. He looked back at Beor who had began looking through her bag. "Beor, Eru knows what's in there! Don't touch it!" But soon, he too was searching around the bag.
Beor picked up a strange metallic device with a string connecting it too a half circle. He poked at one of the shiny parts. Music suddenly blasted out from the half circle and he quickly threw it to the ground. He turned to his sibling. "What is 'bootylicious'?"
Turumin was too busy looking at a huge book that had thousands of pages and had the markings 'The Lord of the Rings' on the front. "Who in their right mind would read this?" He furrowed his brow and tossed it to the ground.
"Turumin! Look what this evil creature has done!" Turumin turned to Beor who was sobbing. "The poor prince was shrunk!" He held up a miniature version of the prince that clearly was never alive and made of some strange substance.
"Honestly Beor, you have no common sense." Turumin snatched the figure and tossed it in the woods.
"Ouch! Watch where you're throwing things!" a voice said. Almiel stumbled ungracefully out of a bush and Turumin's face started to turn a slight pink. To Turumin, Almiel was the most beautiful and flawless Elf in the world. Except for the fact she had quite an infatuation on Prince Legolas and Legolas was the only topic she would talk about with Turumin.
"Wh-what are you doing here? I mean, uh, this is no place for such a fair maiden as yourself," Turumin said nervously. Almiel smiled at him, which made his face almost completely red with embarrassment.
"I thought I heard someone mention the prince." She picked up the object that had hit her head. Surprise, surprise it was the Legolas figurine. "The prince is-" Almiel fainted on the stop. Turumin ran to catch he before she fell to the ground, but he was a little late.
He ran to her side. "Beor, quickly help me! Almiel's fainted!" he said in a state of panick.
"Uh, I think I need a little help myself." Turumin turned to see his brother surrounded by brightly colored vial and one was opened and the stick part of it stuck up his nose. "It smells so sweet, I accidentally sniffed to hard." He tried yanking the stick out of his nose, but it stayed in place.
Turumin scrambled to Beor and after several tugs, got the stick out of his nose and pink goo splattered everywhere. "Thanks brother," Beor said. "I thought I was done for." As Turumin went to help out Almiel, Beor opened several more vials, took out the sticks, and began smelling them.
"Almiel, are you all right?" As if on cue, she fluttered her eyes and sat up.
"These don't taste like they smell!" Beor shouted from the back.
"I'm fine." They're eye met and Turumin leaned in... "But what are we going to do about the prince!" she shouted. Turumin landed face first on the leaf covered ground. And so, he proceeded to show her that the little figure was in fact NOT the prince of Mirkwood.
Meanwhile, Beor was still sniffing the sticks of goo. Suddenly, he spotted a large glass vial with a stick on the top with the markings 'glue'. Thinking it was more of the sweet smelling stuff, he opened the lid. It was much bigger then the others and not as colorful. He inhaled...
"Silly me, thinking that was actually the prince. I suppose I wasn't paying attention. But it looks so much like him! His chiseled features, those gorgeous eyes..." Although Almiel was droning on about the prince instead of him as he would have liked, he still cherished every word that came from her rosy lips.
"Hey Turumin! You have to check this out," Beor said in a with a daze look, "the trees are all purple, and dancing!"
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