The Psychotic Elf

[The Fifth]

Calad soon stepped into the room that Thengise and he were in before the faerie incident. He looked up. The window was still broken, and he lept up to the sill, crawling outside and landing on the grassy ground.

Two guards were patrolling by, their helms shining in the light. One of them stopped. "Ai, m'lord, I see the elf out of his room."
The other stopped next to his comrade, and merely nodded. He then said to Calad, "Stay in your quarters, until you leave. It is far too risky for you to be out here-" He looked at the broken window. "Ai! Someone should fix that, yes?" They approached Calad, who did not plan on going back inside.

He murmured, "Stay away, orcs!" One of the guards, who looked younger than the other, held onto the hilt of his blade, sheathed and barely seen underneath the light armor and robes. The other guard walked cautiously towards Calad, who began to grow angry.

"We do not want to resort to hurting you, fair elf," said the older guard, "but it seems that it is you who wants to hurt us. Do not try to escape, for it is master Faramir's orders." Calad then ran towards the speaking guard, and tackled him. The younger guard brandished his sword.
"Don't you dare!" Said he, and walked towards Calad and his struggling partner.
The older guard said, "Adoir, no."
The guard known now as Adoir halted. Calad clenched onto the guard's neck, then pulled hard on it, a loud cry coming from the guard, and then the sound of a bone breaking. The guard had died by Calad's strangling hands.

Adoir blinked in surprise. His longtime partner and friend had been slain. He raised his sword in warning, holding back a few tears as he glanced at the body, with a small pool of blood gathering underneath and staining the grass.