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An Intruder and a fight
Legolas opened his eyes suddenly. He had sensed something not quite right in the darkness around him that made him resurface from his reverie. Noiselessly he got to his feet and took up his bow, loading it with an arrow. The darkness was complete but he could still pick up the movement of the trees as they were swayed by the wind. He pushed the usual sounds of the night to the back of his hearing and tried to pick up on what had woken him. He stood as still as stone, only his blue eyes moving across the camp. At least he did not have any companions to protect as well as himself. The piercing cry of a hawk broke the silence but still the elf stood motionless, scanning.
Suddenly, before he could detect anything, his bow was knocked brutally from his hands to the floor and a heavy force unbalanced him. He almost fell but righted himself after the shock of the sudden attack. He rolled out of the way of the dark shadow that had abruptly appeared over him, and grabbed his sword that lay by his bedding. He then narrowly missed the force of another blade as it sliced through the air towards his head. He was allowed to stand to his full height again as the intruder regained their balance, and he struck out with his fist, making contact. There was a grunt of pain and the shadow was momentarily dazed, so that Legolas could grab the figure and fling them to the earth. He went to pin them to the ground but was roughly kicked in the stomach. He was winded and in that time the figure made a break for it, having lost their sword in the darkness and having no means of defence against the stronger elf.
Legolas quickly got back to his feet and leapt after the figure, easily hearing their undisguised sounds of flight. He pushed his legs on faster, hearing the sounds of flight ahead of him getting closer. He was nearly upon them. There was a surprised cry of pain up ahead as the person fell and Legolas caught sight of a sprawled figure through the darkness. He saw them get up but he was upon them and as they rose he grabbed the figure round the waist and pulled them off their feet. They were lighter than he thought and as he pulled them to his chest he discovered with a jolt that his attacker was undeniably female. As if to further prove the point, a female voice cried, "Get off me!" He received another kick but this time his arms did not loosen. He thought he had succeeded in the capture but his attacker seemed intent on escape and he soon felt like he was caught in a maelstrom. His hair was pulled; he was clawed across the face and kicked repeatedly in the attempt making him so angry that he did what was his only option. He hit the woman hard enough to knock her out but not to injure her badly. As she slumped motionless in his arms he heaved a sigh of relief and lifted her so that he could carry her back to his camp. There he tied her ankles and wrists tightly, taking no chances and covered her with a blanket. He could not see her face clearly for it was so dark but in their fight he found that she was a strong woman and headstrong. It made him smile for some reason, despite the fact that she had tried to kill him.
He lay back on his bedroll after sorting out the state he was in from her attack, and returned thankfully to his rest for the day of travelling and the fight with the woman had exhausted him.
An Intruder and a fight
Legolas opened his eyes suddenly. He had sensed something not quite right in the darkness around him that made him resurface from his reverie. Noiselessly he got to his feet and took up his bow, loading it with an arrow. The darkness was complete but he could still pick up the movement of the trees as they were swayed by the wind. He pushed the usual sounds of the night to the back of his hearing and tried to pick up on what had woken him. He stood as still as stone, only his blue eyes moving across the camp. At least he did not have any companions to protect as well as himself. The piercing cry of a hawk broke the silence but still the elf stood motionless, scanning.
Suddenly, before he could detect anything, his bow was knocked brutally from his hands to the floor and a heavy force unbalanced him. He almost fell but righted himself after the shock of the sudden attack. He rolled out of the way of the dark shadow that had abruptly appeared over him, and grabbed his sword that lay by his bedding. He then narrowly missed the force of another blade as it sliced through the air towards his head. He was allowed to stand to his full height again as the intruder regained their balance, and he struck out with his fist, making contact. There was a grunt of pain and the shadow was momentarily dazed, so that Legolas could grab the figure and fling them to the earth. He went to pin them to the ground but was roughly kicked in the stomach. He was winded and in that time the figure made a break for it, having lost their sword in the darkness and having no means of defence against the stronger elf.
Legolas quickly got back to his feet and leapt after the figure, easily hearing their undisguised sounds of flight. He pushed his legs on faster, hearing the sounds of flight ahead of him getting closer. He was nearly upon them. There was a surprised cry of pain up ahead as the person fell and Legolas caught sight of a sprawled figure through the darkness. He saw them get up but he was upon them and as they rose he grabbed the figure round the waist and pulled them off their feet. They were lighter than he thought and as he pulled them to his chest he discovered with a jolt that his attacker was undeniably female. As if to further prove the point, a female voice cried, "Get off me!" He received another kick but this time his arms did not loosen. He thought he had succeeded in the capture but his attacker seemed intent on escape and he soon felt like he was caught in a maelstrom. His hair was pulled; he was clawed across the face and kicked repeatedly in the attempt making him so angry that he did what was his only option. He hit the woman hard enough to knock her out but not to injure her badly. As she slumped motionless in his arms he heaved a sigh of relief and lifted her so that he could carry her back to his camp. There he tied her ankles and wrists tightly, taking no chances and covered her with a blanket. He could not see her face clearly for it was so dark but in their fight he found that she was a strong woman and headstrong. It made him smile for some reason, despite the fact that she had tried to kill him.
He lay back on his bedroll after sorting out the state he was in from her attack, and returned thankfully to his rest for the day of travelling and the fight with the woman had exhausted him.