Disclaimer: I don't own any of them...unfortunatly. Eldarian and Tobe are 16 in this.
Distant Travellers
First Meeting
Raoul watched the five hooded figures walking through the market, one considerably shorter than the others. They walked as if they did not know the place and were just looking around, but the thing that worried the leader of the King's own were the obvious swords they wore and the fact that their hands were all on the hilts. He nodded to his men who started closing in on them.
Legolas noticed the soldiers first and pointed it out to the others. The people around them were moving out of the way and soon the five were surrounded. Elladan and Elrohir had drawn their long fighting knives in a second, Legolas following. Aragorn drew his sword as them men drew there's, then Eldarian drew his.
"You are outnumbered, put your weapons down," Dom said loudly to them.
"We mean no harm, we are merely travellers who are lost and are seeking shelter," Aragorn replied.
"You're rather well armed for travellers. Place your weapons on the ground and then come with us for questioning," Dom said.
"I'm afraid we cannot do that, we must continue on our way," Aragorn said, looking around counting the numbers.
"Then we will be forced to take you by force." The men came forewords, expecting little of a fight being 27 against 5 but what they found shocked them. The five were taking them on and men of the own were going down, none dead only wounded.
Dom found himself against the small one and when the person ducked to avoid a blade the hood fell down revealing that face of a boy about 16, the same age as Tobe Kel's adoptive son. Dom paused when he shouldn't have and found a large cut across his chest, not deep enough to cause serious harm but enough to hurt.
He decided to end this fight and feinting to the right he reached forewords with his left hand, grabbed to boys arm and spun him around. Knocking the sword out of his hand he pulled him back to his chest and placed his sword across the boys throat.
"Stop this fighting now or the boy gets it!" he called. The four still hooded figures stopped immediately and turned to him. "Drop your weapons now." They fell to the floor with a clang. The King's Own tied their hands tightly and it was only after this that Dom released his grip on the boy who scowled at him as his hands were bound. "Take them to the King."
"What's so special about them?" Alanna asked Raoul as their tall friend led her and Jonathan to the prisoners cell.
"It was the way they fought, it was almost too fluent, they seemed to just…I don't know, it's hard to explain," Raoul said shaking his head. "There were 27 of us and 5 of them, by the end of the fight 18 of my best men were down and they were all fine, not a scratch."
"Then how did you capture them?" Jonathan asked.
"Dom got hold of the boy with them and when they saw he was a prisoner they surrendered," Raoul explained taking the key from the guard at the door. He unlocked it and pushed it open.
The three entered with guards and saw all of the prisoners had their hoods up once again and the boy was in another ones arms, asleep. The 3 who were not burdened stood slowly, almost cat like.
"Have you been able to discover their names?" Jonathan asked.
"No, none of them would speak to us after the fight," Raoul said.
"I shall speak now," one of the standing ones stepped forewords. The guards hands tightened on their swords.
"Well, what do you have to say? And show respect for the King," Raoul snapped. The hooded man looked at him, then Jon.
"I show respect to only three Kings, yours is not one of them," a guard hit him round the face but he didn't even move. "You may strike me all you want, it means nothing to me."
"What is your name stranger so I can put it on your tombstone?" Alanna growled, her temper up at the man who was so disrespectful of Jonathan.
"Crown Prince Legolas of Mirkwood."
A/N There we go, Legolas is in trouble me thinks. This was a random idea that's been floating around in my empty head for a while.