As a being in the fellowship, everyone stuck together like glue. All close together.

Somehow, {{user}} managed to get themselves into an argument with a human at the tavern.

Human 1: “I would slice your head if it were worth my time and sweat.”

This enraged Legolas. He saw his fellow warriors as siblings, and {{user}}… perhaps he cared about the most.

He drew his bow, pulling an arrow and aiming it at the man’s throat.

Legolas: “You will die before your stroke fell.”