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Warning: ! There will be blood and fighting in this chapter !

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Chapter 2: A Midnight Surprise

He saw three things on the face of the Man. First, brief but nonetheless there, shame. Then anger, fierce and for a split-second Legolas thought they would be fighting soon. But then all of that disappeared, and there was only hurt left to see in those familiar grey eyes. Why? Why hurt? While he thought that over, he carefully walked towards Boromir and poked him with his foot, so that he could take over Aragorn's watch.
The Man from Gondor immediately opened his eyes and grasped his sword. Legolas gestured for him to be quiet and to his pleasure the warrior only nodded in response and stood up as silently as he could. The Elf flinched at every little sound, thinking that Boromir could use a lesson or two about the meaning of 'silent'. His eyes stayed fixed on Aragorn, though, and he hadn't loosened his grip on his bow either. The poorly clothed Man had turned his back on him and was walking towards the body. Unlike the other of his kin, Aragorn moved like he was partly Elf. Legolas decided to follow him, though he made sure to keep an eye on the premises.

"Orc scout," was Aragorn's opinion and he woke Gimli and the Wizard.
"We don't know if we're under attack." The protest had left his mouth before he could stop it. He had meant it though: if it was only a scout, there was no need to wake the others; he could handle it.
Tired eyes met his and Legolas fell silent. He felt a pang of guilt for his behaviour, although his facial expression remained stubborn.
"One scout is often followed by another, or even a small group. This isn't the time to take chances." While he explained, Legolas could hear a trace of the accent in his words which Aragorn always had when he was tired, very serious or when he couldn't rein in his feelings. Other than that, he knew that it was a reference to their many adventures, and although he didn't like it, he knew the Man was right. This Quest was best kept secret and could not be handled as if they were on a midnight stroll. They needed to be careful and stay far away from trouble when they could. It was exactly why they had turned to face Caradhras, since Saruman's Crebain had stopped them.

He could sense that the others were eyeing them, all of them could feel something was up. Even Boromir –who had been quite rude to Aragorn when he had learnt of his bloodline– knew that this wasn't normal behaviour for both Man and Elf.
"Just stay on guard!" Legolas snapped and after a last look, he turned to face any evil that might come to them. If he had had the time to let his thoughts wander, he would have scolded himself for his childlike reactions. He had to stay focused, however, and that was more than welcome since he didn't really know what it was he felt.

He was just about to say that it was false alarm, when his ears caught a sound that wasn't Hobbit-snoring. Frowning, he turned to his right, but the attack came from his left. Legolas had no idea how he hadn't noticed - Orcs usually didn't move that silently - but suddenly they came from every direction, closing them in. Soon enough they were too close for him to use his bow, so he drew his knives. A quick jab to the stomach while the other blade cut through skin like butter, meant one less enemy. He turned fast, which caused his hair to swoosh, and in one flowing motion he stabbed the next Orc in the shoulder. Their armour was weak there, but it also meant coming close, which wasn't exactly a position anyone would favour. Except for the Dwarf of course.

The next blow was to block his opponent's sword. Sword to knife, they growled at each other, until Legolas thrust the steel of the other dagger in Orc's side. He dragged it further, twisting it, making the Orc twitch. Another jab followed and he watched the servant of Sauron slump down, black blood dripping from his lips. One final push was needed to end his life.
The Elf turned around, ready to help out the others, but only the Companions were standing, some bodies at their feet.

"Watch out!"

The warning from Aragorn gave him no time to react though. Luckily the Man had jumped mid-shout towards the last Orc. They both crashed to the ground, and while rolling further they punched each other where and when they could. In surprise he watched them roll, until he managed to get his feet working and ran to Aragorn's aid. After slaying the last Orc together, they both stayed on their knees, panting.

"You okay?"
He simply nodded and didn't look up, a bit scared of what he might see on Aragorn's face. "Yes, I believe so." He didn't feel any pain, so that was a good sign, right? A brief pause followed and he half-heartedly decided to ask: "And you?" since Aragorn was Mortal and Legolas wasn't.
"I'm alright." The Man got up, checking himself on wounds and after that Legolas could feel those grey eyes watching him.

He didn't quite understand why, but he had some trouble getting on his feet. "I'm fine," he said, before the other could speak. A snort as response reached his ears and Legolas jerked his head up. "I'm serious."
"You're always saying that when you're anything but fine." Aragorn crouched next to him and soon after that Legolas felt searching fingers. His breathing hitched when those fingers found what they were searching for.
"Gimli, some light, please," the Man ordered. The Dwarf did as told and it was only then that the Hobbits woke.

"What the hell happened?" Sam asked, bewildered.

"Looks like a bunch dead Orcs to me," Pippin said.

"Nope, just wasted minutes while I could be sleeping," objected Merry. "So shut up." He rolled to his other side and was snoring again in no-time.