Forest Fight
Legolas crept though the undergrowth, keeping as low as his skill could allow. A light wind rustled the leaves of the trees around him. He tuned his ears, concentrating, filtering out the sounds of the birds, the trees, the stream. He heard a low grunt. Legolas turned and let one fly: an incomprehensible shout was heard, followed by silence.
He crawled on, weapon in hand, at the ready. He heard a war cry to his left - loud and aggressive, but travelling away from his position. Several voices shouted defiance and surged forward.
Fools! The slender archer thought. They offer themselves as targets. He turned his attention back to the area immediately in front of him: he knew what was out there, the only real threat to him, the only one to rival his skill.
He saw movement and let fly his weapon through the undergrowth, and a cry, followed by irate, passionate swearing, was heard.
"Watch your aim Greenleaf!" came Gimli's gruff voice.
No! Stupid dwarf, you'll give away my position! Legolas looked frantically left and right, searching every leaf and branch for signs. He felt two sharp thuds in his back, followed by pain.
"Noooooo!!!" The stricken elf surged upwards, whirling on his assailant. "Dammit Aragorn, I'm never coming paintballing with you again!"
"Gosh Leggy," muttered Aragorn, "You're such a bad loser!"
The end!
A/N - In case you were interested, this story/chapter by Chris inspired Chapter 6 of 'Why Hobbits should come with a health warning!'
Thanks Chris, for writing this - sorry I took so long to post it!