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.