Bill cried himself to sleep later that night. "At least I'm safe", he
thought to himself, "The Rangers will protect me". Later that night, Bill
awoke, feeling cold, though he had several blankets on. Bill trembled in
fear as he noticed the feeling.."No!", he thought, "No, this can't be
happening. No..!". He pulled out Sting, which he carried everywhere with
him after the murders. As he squinted in the darkness, he felt a cold
breath on his neck. Turning around, he found..nothing. Suddenly he heard
feet on the stairs heading up. They came towards him, until they stopped
at his door. Bill was now standing up, sweating, his hands gripped tightly
around the handle of Sting, his finger on the trigger. The door slowly
creaked open, and Bill saw the shadow of a tall, slender creature. Bill
suddenly shouted, "Stop! I'm armed!". The figure stopped, then a voice
came from it that Bill immediately recognized, "Whoa Bill! It's just me".
The lights flickered on, and Bill saw Legolas, looking concerned. Bill
loosened up his tense muscles, relieved, but Legolas, eyes open with
terror, shouted, "Bill, duck!". Bill immediately ducked, as a knife
whizzed above him, passing through the air where Bill's head was just a
second ago. Legolas pulled out a bow, and slung an arrow onto the
bowstring. Legolas let his hand go, and the arrow whizzed through the air,
glowing. The magical arrow buried itself into the hooded assassin's chest.
But the assassin, unbelievably still living, lunged at Legolas, knocking
his weapons out of his hand. The assassin lifted its sword, ready to
plunge down into Legolas's body. But suddenly it stopped, let out a
screeching howl, and fell to the floor. Legolas saw Bill, white with fear,
holding up Sting, his finger still pressed on the trigger. Legolas lifted
up the hood of the masked assassin's cloak. Bill cried in disbelief as he
saw the face.
