Love At First Sight, Or Not

Legolas’ jaw dropped. Just, dropped. He was so mad he was incapable of speech. Arwen, thank Valar, had anticipated this and swiftly ran to him, making sure to free him of weapons…
Unfortunately, you can’t free someone of their fists.
Manda had been smart enough to get out of the way. She couldn’t help but be flattered, though. It’s not every day two men fight over you!
Arwen dodged, getting out of harms’ way with an armful of weapons. She grinned, holding them up.
“So,” she looked for the men, but they were gone, probably in a more open area, “what actually happened?”
“Well,” Manda was hesitant to say anything, since Arwen was such a gossip, “I was looking for a quiet place to relax, and found the perfect spot. But this guy attacked me…or rather, tried to. Boromir killed him.”
“Really? That doesn’t explain why your wearing his vest, though.”
“I got blood on my dress.”
Surely, Arwen would be vain enough to believe that, right? Apparently not, judging by her narrowed eyes.
“That wouldn’t stop you from wearing a dress, though, Manda. Spill!”

“All right, all right…the man tried to…well…” she whispered the last few words.
Arwen leaned in.
“What? Tried what?”
“He tried to rape me. He slit my dress open on the top, that’s all he got before, well…Boromir got a hold of him.”
Arwen arched an eyebrow.
“So Boromir saw you, hmm? Did he like what he saw? Could you tell?”
“ARWEN!”
A bird overhead flew away because of the loud yell.
Arwen just giggled.
“So, should we see what they’ve done to eachother yet? Boromir’s only wearing one layer now, maybe we’ll get lucky and the guys ripped their shirts…or pants…or maybe even both…”
“Arwen, you are sooo pathetic….”
“You bring out the worst in me, what can I say…”