Do not own LotR. So I was playing around and this emerged! tell me what you think! Italicize is for movie bits, normal writing is me. Also all the lines are from my head so...sorry if they're wrong!
Legolas stepped forward from the wreckage of the battle approaching Gimli where he sat, puffing smugly at his pipe.
"Final count:42." He watched the Dwarf carefully, faking nonchalance. Gimli nodded, slowly, his face dutifully impressed.
"42? Not bad for a sharp eared elvish princeling. Me, I'm sitting pretty of 4-3!"
Angelic face darkening into a scowl, Legolas turned form Gimli, leaping the steps to stand proudly atop the battlements. Drawing an arrow and tearing a bit of clothe from his tunic he fastened it to the shaft, sighted quickly and let the arrow fly. Watching it's graceful arc before turning to the Dwarf with a grin.
"43!"
Spluttering Gimli leaped from his place and hurried to stand beside the elf, peering carefully over the ramparts. Legolas offered him a looking glass, his face smug. Gimli snatched it from him with a snarl and brought it to his eye. There, lying in the mud, face down in the mud, further then the eye could see, at the edge of the walking forest, an orc lay, Legolas arrow protruding from it's neck. Gimli flushed and spluttered.
"How do I know he wasn't already dead?" The Dwarf sneered as the Elf frowned. Then with a careless shrug Legolas drew another arrow, turned the eyeglass to a small host of fleeing orcs, and let fly. Two orcs fell together, their bodies strung together by the neck.
"45." Turning the Elf walked away, leaving the Dwarf to splutter and tug at his beard.
Because I couldn't just let Gimli win! Even though I love him. I love Legolas more. *Shrug* Sorry, Gimli.