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Legolas

He scanned the Golden Hall, noting the tension in the air. It was pulled taut, such that a knife could slice through it.

He listened to Gandalf speak to the king with half-interest, but he kept his eyes over the rest of the inhabitants. There were men everywhere, most of them were tall. Some were lean and others were stout. All of them wore armour but no swords. Their eyes were grim and followed Legolas and his company with every step they took.

He noted the lack of friendship, but hazarded a guess that probably the most dangerous of them all was the thin, greasy-looking man at the feet of the king. His black hair stood him apart from the rest, and his pale skin told him that he never went much into the sunlight. He wore no armour and his cloak was too heavy for the warm weather.

Suddenly, Gandalf's voice changed and became deep and commanding. The men launched themselves on them. Legolas, Gimli And Aragorn fought them side by side. Gríma tried to fight but Gandalf cast him aside and Gimli pinned him down.

"Be careful," Legolas cautioned lowly, not wanting to break Gandalf's attention. "He is different from them all, and so more dangerous."

"How do you know?" Gimli said with irony dripping from his words. Legolas glanced down, at the man who had the most different looks than the rest of the men and laughed.


Author's Note:

-This is based on the movies. It never ceased to amuse me that the only evil one amongst them is the black-haired one. I mean, really? :P