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Chapter 4:Legolas
The arrow pierced through the air before hitting its target. It was almost too easy. Only seconds after the first arrow had reached the target, he fired a new one and it landed barely an inch from the first arrow. Too easy.
He went over to the target, crossing the training yard with a few quick steps, and pulled out the arrows. His long, fine fingers gently traced one of the arrows' tips, but his mind was not in it. His blue eyes were clouded with thoughts. For not the first time, he glanced over his shoulder, but was met with nothing more than silence. Tauriel had still not arrived.
He put the arrows back in their quiver and put it back besides the other ones. The bow soon joined and he picked up a sword instead. It was beautiful and sharp, as light as a feather, but deadly even in the right hands. The blade may not have hold the unique and exclusive way of the old blades of Gondolin, but it was a fine blade none the less. It weight easy in his hand and he admired the way the silver blade shimmered golden from the light of the sun.
Possessed by an emotion of daring and adventure, he swung the sword against his invisible enemy. The blade cut through the air, leaving behind a shaking silence and he smiled, eyes wide and dancing with amusement.
The sound of feet moving over a leaf-clad floor, the rustle of a skirt, made him turn around and his lips quirked at the sight, his sword still in his hand.
"I've been waiting", he told Tauriel as his eyes travelled her up and down. He smirked slightly. "You think that dress is fit for weapon training?"
She glared at him as she stomped over to him. She was dressed in a light blue silk dress, clinging to her lean frame and that brought out colors in her eyes he hadn't been aware of existed. Something stirred in the pit of his stomach and he averted his eyes from her heated stare and busied himself with putting back the sword and retrieved a bow.
"I didn't have much of a choice", she said and her face was flushed.
He smiled but didn't comment. The strange sensation was still there. Tauriel's disgruntled look disappeared as he held out the bow towards her. Her face was shining with excitement and he found himself smiling along.
She took the offered bow from him and tried it out, her movements uncontrolled and clumsy. Yet he could already see that one day, she would be magnificent.
"You're doing it wrong", he blurted out calmly to show her that he wasn't teasing her. He stood behind her, gently steering her limbs into the right position. "Try it like this."
He could hear her breathing as she moved her arm to pull the bowstring back. Her hair was tickling his cheek and it smelled of berries and wildflower and the scent was just so Tauriel. His own breathing caught in his throat and he could have sworn that his heart started to beat faster. Strange.
"Is this right?"
Tauriel turned her head around, looking at him questionably and he took a step back, letting his hands fall from her side. Intimacy never bothered her, not when it came to him and he knew this, because he felt the same way. She was his friend, but somehow standing close to her now made him feel strange. He didn't like it.
He nodded at her question and she smiled satisfied. She never doubted his ability and knowledge when it came to the bow. He was already considered to be one of the best, even better than his father, the king. He gave Tauriel an arrow and she accepted it, preparing to shoot.
He watched her, tall and wearing a dress, moving her arm back to draw the bow. She let it go and it flew through the air and landed a couple of inches from the center of the target.
"Legolas, I did it!" she laughed.
Having trained with her for years, he knew of her happiness of almost perfection and her thrilling joy of a clear success.
He shared her laugh because she was his friend.