Just a li'l short story I wrote. If you don't know who these characters are, read the Silmarillion why don'cha.




One Day, Beleg Strongbow was tripping gaily through the forest of Doriath, when he came upon Tœrin Turambar, Mormegil, and what not.
"Beleg, would you share your bow with me?" he said.
"No, I would not share my bow with you you little twit!" cried Beleg shrinking away. "You are ugly, and mortal! You would get my bow dirty! I do not think so."
"I'm telling Thingol!" wailed Tœrin. Ten minutes later, Beleg was dragged uncerimoniously before Thingol Greycloak.
"Why would you not share your bow, Beleg Strongbow, with Tœrin Turambar, Mormegil, and what not? That was not very nice. As you know, in Doriath we share. It makes everyone happy!" He threw his arms out and stood up.
"I'm so happy when I share
Everything is bright and sunny
Would you like to play with my stuffed bear
And give him muffins and honey?" he sang. Beleg frowned.
"I do not like to share things
It makes me very ill
I also hate your singing
Away I go, I will!" he shouted. Thingol frowned.
"Ooh, go away!" Tœrin stuck his tongue out at Beleg who whacked it with his bow.
"You are banished! No more will you walk the woods and kitchen of Doriath!" Thingol shouted.
"No more cupcakes?" gasped Beleg.
"Never! Now leave!"
"Aw, drat."
The...end, as it were.