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A/N: WARNING: This chapter might be a little to PG 13 for some! Hope you laugh!

Not another one!

Turumin walked back towards the village with the bag in his hand. He decided to leave the dead creature alone. It would be better if the spiders found her and not them. Meanwhile, Beor pranced around, saying something about the ground being made of cheese. The glue jar was still in his hands. Beside him, Almiel clutched the figure of Prince Legolas and babbled on about how she once almost saw him taking off his clothes.

"But isn't terrible that I fell out of the tree before he even removed his tunic! Oh, I was so close too," she went on. "I wonder what would have happened had he seen me! That would have been unbelievably embarrassing!"

Trying to stay calm, Turumin nodded. His brother kept twirling and dancing in front of him. Then, Beor reached down, grabbed a handful of grass, and stuck in his mouth. "This is not cheese!" he cried with disgust and spit out the grass. Turumin dodged the sloppy mess of green and his temper got the best of him. With no chance to react, he grabbed the jar from Beor and tossed it in the air.

"Noooo!" Beor screamed as the jar shattered against an oak tree. He ran over to the sticky mess of glass. With a triumphant smile, he retrieved the stick... and stuck it up his nose. He grinned at Turumin, who ignored him, and returned to his dancing.

"Turumin, have you ever met the prince?" Turumin turned to Almiel. She had said his name! His mouth gapped open in shock. She was talking about him... in a way. Even if she meant the prince, he was still amazed she had mentioned him in the conversation.

"I- I met him once. We had a small competition."

Almiel's eyes lit up and she wrapped her arms around him. Her eyes were focused on him and ready to listen to every word. Turumin felt a fluttering sensation in his stomach. He wasn't sure if he was going to be sick or faint or both. He smiled to himself and they continued walking. "Well, I was on my way to the archery practice field when I happened to see Legolas. Since we were the only ones there, we decided to have a contest-"

"And Legolas won," she interrupted. "He is, of course, the best archer in Middle-earth."

Turumin cleared his throat. Legolas did win, but he didn't want her to know that. "Actually, I won-"

"Turumin!" The Elf turned to see this time he was interrupted by Beor looking above them. He too looked up to see a large object falling down on them. Right before the object hit them, he pushed Almiel and himself out of the way. It fell with a loud thump and several cracks.

With Almiel several feet from him on the ground, he stood to his feet. "Oh thank the Valar you're alright!" He heard her exclaim. But when he turned, he realized she was talking to the Legolas figure still in her hands. He sighed and went to this new figure.

"Wait!" A voice shouted and all three Elves turned to see another male Elf.

"Gildor," Turumin said to the Elf, "what are you doing here?" Gildor was one of the wisest, and oldest, Elves in Mirkwood. He was considered a hero of Elves and was even a close friend of the king. So, naturally Almiel hung around him, constantly asking questions about the prince that he never answered.

Gildor smirked at the Elf. "You look angry." Turumin was. Gildor would probably get the credit for finding the corpse from earlier if they returned with him. Worse, Almiel would spend all her time asking him questions about Legolas. "What have you got there?" He went to the figure behind Turumin who then followed.

Again, it was another dead girl. This was unnaturally pale with black on her eyes and black lips. Her hair was also oddly purple. The clothes she wore were dark with silver chains and spikes. Gildor quickly turned his attention to Beor. This girl also had a bag, that he was currently digging through. Instead of scolding the young Elf, Gildor joined him. Turumin glared at the two.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Almiel with the Legolas doll. She was trying to rip off its cloth tunic. "I wonder if this thing is accurate..." he heard her say to herself. Disturbing...

Meanwhile, Beor pulled out a small black jar. He smiled in delight. Another smelly stick, perhaps? When he opened it and took a whiff, he found it in fact was not a smelly stick. "Maybe it's some type of writing ink," Gildor offered in a know-it-all tone. Beor shrugged and tossed the jar behind him, almost hitting Turumin.

Turumin grumbled an insult that his brother ignored and walked to where Almiel was. The bag from the first dead girl was open beside her. In one hand, she grasped the Legolas doll and in the other, a strange box. "What's that?" he asked.

"I don't know," she replied. She opened the box to find square packets. At that moment, Gildor strolled over.

"Maybe I can be of some help," he said and snatched the box from her. One of the packets fell down beside her. Gildor looked in shock at the box. "Why, this language died hundreds of years ago! Luckily, I know how to read it," he said with a proud smile. As he began to inspect the box, reading the outside and whatever place with words that he could find, Almiel picked up the discarded packet.

Carefully setting the Legolas doll in her lap, she open the packet. She took out what seemed to be a finger from a glove stretched out and made of some material. She held it up by the nails of her fingers, not daring to get her skin of the weird object. She and Turumin stared at the thing, perplexed.

Just then, Gildor finished his inspection of the box and stared in horror at Almiel holding the foreign object. "Don't!" he cried out and hit the thing out of her nails several yards away and onto the ground with the box. He threw the box into the forest and sighed in relief.

"What was it?" Almiel asked frantically as she grabbed the Legolas figure and stood up.

"Was it dangerous?" Turumin asked hurriedly.

"Yes," Gildor replied, a little paler then before, "terribly dangerous. If you ever see something like that again, get rid of it! Forget you ever even saw it!" He shooed the two Elves away before going back to the object and stomping it into the ground. Who knows what chaos would happen if they knew...

"Uh, can someone help?" The two went over to see Beor tugging at the stick in his nose.

"Not again," Turumin grumbled. He went and tried to pull at the stick. It didn't budge. It tried again, pulling harder.

"Ouch!" Beor shouted and pushed Turumin off him.

"I was just trying to help," Turumin said in his defense.

Gildor, back from his battle with the deadly object, looked up at the stick lodged up in Beor's nose. "It seems to be sticking to his skin," he concluded. He gave the Elf a baffled look. "How did it get up there in the first place?" Beor just shrugged. "Well, we must wait until we return to the village to bother with it, or it could damage his nose permanently."

"I don't care," Beor piped up. Gildor raise his eyebrows at him and Turumin put his head in his hands. Sometimes Turumin wondered if his brother understood what anyone meant at all.

"Can we leave now?" Almiel said in a worried voice. She was nervous being near that object she found, and the whole situation of girls falling from the sky was getting a little unnerving too.

They all agreed to leave this body alone, but took the bag. Maybe the two had some sort of link to one another. So, with Turumin and Gildor each carrying a bag, Almiel holding the Legolas doll close, and Beor playing with the stick protruding from his nose, they left. Not knowing what more strange events would befall them... Literally.

A/N: Kinda gross, huh? I don't know how I came up with it! Please review and NO flames!