A/N: Ok, well I wrote this on the way to a fencing competition, so do not expect miracles. Also it is fairly short cos the battery on my laptop decided it had had enough, and thwarted me in writing any more!

Jessica stood stock still, calming her racing heart beat; the same thought running through her mind: 'I will not give you the pleasure of hearing my pain.' Very calmly, with her voice on an even level, she said 'Put the knife down. You will not feel any better for hurting me.'

'Knife! What knife?!' Vikki, at the sudden prospect of her best fried being stabbed, lost all self control. Both her and Legolas had not noticed that Dave had concealed anything from them, or that Jessica now had a small knife pressed up against her stomach. 'Dave, what the hell are you playing at?' Vikki tried to rush forward to get at Jessica, but Legolas restrained her. He waited until she was calm before he let her go. Silently stepping up behind Dave, he whispered 'Let her go. What do you want from her?' When there was no reply, and no indication that Jessica would soon be freed, Legolas continued 'If you want to fight, then so be it. Step away and I will oblige you in getting rid of your negative and angry feelings.'

'How the hell do you know what I am feeling?'

Legolas closed his eyes. He knew that he could speak without words to the trees and creatures of middle earth, but he didn't know whether he could 'talk' to humans in this day and age. Still, it was worth a shot.

'You are feeling despair, loss and many other mixed emotions, are you not?'

Dave could not deny it, the truth with which Legolas spoke was unnerving and it showed clearly on Dave's face.

'I will fight you, if only to show how weak you are.'

Legolas nodded. 'I accept your challenge. Which weapon do you choose?

Dave turned to face Legolas, releasing Jessica who sank to the floor.

'I choose this knife.'

'When?'

'Now.'

'Will you not let me arm myself?' questioned Legolas as Dave started to advance towards him, his blade outstretched. He did not reply, so Legolas backed away from the attack he was under, and into the kitchen. Dave followed him. Still walking backwards, Legolas reached into a draw and pulled out a carving knife.

'Now maybe our weapons are matched'

Dave lunged at Legolas' throat, but was quickly put off because of a burning sensation in his wrists: Legolas had successfully slit them when the attack came. This caused Dave to drop his flick knife, but, trying to ignore the pain, picked it up again. Whilst he was retrieving his knife, he made a cut to Legolas' feet. This had little effect – Legolas, like all elves, was exceptionally nimble and light on his feet.

'Give it up. You are already injured and I do not want to cause further distress.' Legolas was uncomfortable at spilling blood in the presence of two young females. He knew that if the attacks kept coming, then so would his counter-attacks until Dave could no longer stand. He did not want to kill anyone, especially in his girlfriend's house. He put down his blade.

'Leave, and you can tell everyone how you challenged Legolas Greenleaf and made it back alive.' Without waiting for a response, Legolas twisted Dave's bleeding wrist until he let go of the knife, then grabbed him by the collar and forcefully threw him out of Jessica's flat.

'You haven't seen the last of me' he spat, making eye contact with Jessica. 'I will not forget this.'

A/N: Who would have done Dave more harm? Me, for certain! Damn Legolas' conscience!