Not Quite The Lord of the Rings, ch 14
Coup de Grace
"In my land, the words of the Enemy are never to be treated as truth," Morlothiel said as she followed O'Neill. "These men are but men—will your ears be locked against the falseness of their words? How will the truth be distilled?"
"Oh, we have ways of making them talk…" O'Neill allowed himself a small grin.
While the Elf pondered his words, they moved as swiftly over the rough terrain. O'Neill managed his burden well enough, but he envied the catlike grace and absolute stealth of his companion. He wondered if all the people of her race could move like that—if they were anything at all like her. An entire race of tall, graceful, beautiful, deadly people… Jack wondered if there was any way Earth could become allies with the Elves. If Morlothiel were a prime example, they would be wonderful folk beside which to fight!
But example had taught Jack O'Neill that such people were more often the exception than the rule… people like Teal'c, for instance. If one were to hold Teal'c—or Bra'tac for that matter—up as a yardstick for their entire race, all others would fall short of the goal.
Jack's musings were interrupted as they drew near the rendezvous site. There were a couple of different places where his team might be taking cover. O'Neill knew instantly where they were; he could see the top of Jackson's head between some branches. Teal'c and Carter would be close by. He was about to hail them with a whistle when Morlothiel went stiff at his side. Needing no other warning, Jack dropped behind some bushes. The man he had been carrying grunted as he hit the ground. Morlothiel disappeared like a mirage.
Jack saw a dark vehicle appeared down the road, kicking up a trail of dust as it drove along with reckless speed. Even so, it would take a few minutes for the truck to pass the rendezvous point. Jack cursed softly when he realized that Morlothiel had taken the rifle with her. He had hoped to shoot out a tire and wind up with an escape vehicle.
What he saw next made him suck in a breath sharply and hold it.
Morlothiel appeared in the road behind the vehicle, running like a gazelle through the plume of dust. She leaped to the rear bumper and then to the roof of the truck, where she held tight to the cargo racks.
The truck suddenly braked hard, fishtailing in the sandy road. Teal'c was standing in the road, his arms held up wide as if in warning or surrender. Daniel was kneeling beside him, bent over as if wounded. When the two men inside the vehicle got out, weapons drawn and oozing suspicion, yet neither bothered to look up or around.
Morlothiel leaped onto the driver and bowled him to the earth while Sam came up silently from the bushes and poked the other man between the shoulder blades with the rifle the Elf had formerly been carrying.
Jack couldn't keep the grin off of his face as he watched. The man he had captured struggled against his bonds, but Jack merely laughed. "See that," he said merrily to his frowning captive, "that's teamwork!"