A/N. Hello everyone! Inspired by your wonderful reviews (Yay! Yay! Yay! I got reviews :D) I have decided to continue on with this random story and will, hopefully update regularly.

Sorry about this chapter being so short but Mum, I have just discovered, sleepwalks and she kicked me out of bed last night so I got to sleep on our rather small couch, so as you can guess I am more than a little tired.

I shall try my best to update again tomorrow.

Disclaimer: While I may own a funky pen with a little horse on the top and a florescent orange drink bottle, I don't own anything in this story except for Beyan and Aethian. All of the recognisable people and locations belong solely to the Tolkien Estate and unfortunately they won't share.

Enough with the inane babble...on with the story!

The Misadventures of Little Elves and Little Humans

Chapter 3

Quietly padding across the floor, Boromir reached up and tugged on the large door handle; soundlessly opening the door. He looked out only to see... no one.

"Humph."

"Who was it?" asked Faramir, who was now perched precariously on top of a very large pile of pillows.

"No one," replied Boromir.

Haldir and Legolas both shrugged and started poking each other.

"Stop it!"

"You stop it!"

"You started it!"

"No! You did!"

Shaking his head Boromir went to sit back on the bed when they heard another knock on the door. Shaking his head he turned back and re-answered the door.

It was greeted with the sight of Elladan and Elrohir. Both of whom had mischievous plastered on their faces.

"Hello Boromir," Elladan said. "Really sorry about this."

"What do yo- "

Boromirs' question was cut short when both twins threw the contents of the buckets they had been concealing behind their backs at the unsuspecting Boromir.

Looking at each other the twins burst out laughing and were quickly joined by Faramir, Haldir and Legolas; who were now all sprawled on the floor after trying to save Faramir when his pillow tower collapsed.

A rather disgruntled and red looking Boromir turned and glared at Haldir, Legolas and Faramir before slowly turning back towards the twins and shooting them a filthy look. This, of course, only served to make them laugh harder at the red stained friend.

Sniffing quietly, Boromir took a deep breath and screamed, "DADDY!"

Elrohir and Elladan immediately ceased their laughter, looked at each other and bolted down the hallway.

TBC

What will Denethor do? How did Faramir build a pillow pile strong enough to hold him? And just what was in that bucket?

I know, I know my sense of humour is lacking but it is hiding in my wardrobe and, no matter what I try, I can't coax out.

Please review. I greatly appreciate your thoughts.

Nellie.