This is what I did whilst procrastinating from my other fan-fic, homework etc.
I heard a faint sound from behind me and instantly snapped my head back towards the noise. I heard one…two…three…four…five…six…seven…eight, nine pairs of footsteps.
As quick as a flash I poured waiter over my fire. Picked up my weapons and leapt into a tree. Drawing an arrow I kept my eyes trained to the source of the sound and the approaching footsteps got clearer until they arrived. As I watched them inspect my camp I realised my mistake. All my supplies were lying in a bag on the ground.
"Hey what's this?"
One of the small one's had noticed it. He looked like a child to me, but then why would they be travelling with those men?
One of the men, with dark shaggy hair, bent to pick it up.
I then released the arrow and it landed an inch from his hand. He quickly withdrew the hand and looked up to my hiding place.
"You know, it's very rude to intrude on someone else's camp and then steal from them. If you were not such a strange group I would label you as bandits." I called
The group was silent, now all looking up at me perched in the tree.
Swinging from the branch I landed gracefully at the bottom of the tree. My hood was still up so they could not see who I was but I still lowered my head protectively.
"You are the bandit here! Who in their right mind would travel alone?" A man said, he had light gingery hair and at a second glace I recognised him as Boromir of Gondor.
I pulled out my sword and before anyone could challenge me it was at his throat.
"You should run back to Gondor, there they look up to you. I think the rest of Middle-Earth knows how arrogant you are though, Boromir."
I looked into his shocked eyes for a moment then pulled away.
"Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood, Gandalf The Grey, Boromir of Gondor, Gimli son of Gloin, Strider, three Hobbits and a pony! Wonderful!"
`As soon as the last word tumbled from my mouth I was surrounded by several weapons…and a saucepan.
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