71) Arrow

Timeline- Legolas was born *T.A. 87

Sauron came to Dol Guldur and started to draw dark creatures such as orcs and giant spiders into Greenwood T.A. 1050 this would make Legolas 963 years-old at the time of Sauron coming to Dol Guldur.

Legolas is 13 in elf years which means that one elf year= 74 human years,

*T.A. =Third Age


"It is mocking me."

"It is an inanimate object Prince Legolas, it cannot mock anyone."

"It mocks me." Legolas repeated with absolute conviction.

Faelon shook his head and let a small laugh escape him. "Would you like me to ask the target to stop mocking you?"

Legolas scowled and lowered his bow to get a better look at his father's advisor. "I am glad my struggle amuses you Faelon." Legolas hissed.

"You are being-"

"Impatient? I know. You sound like my Ada."

"You will learn."

Legolas gave a resigned sigh, "It is just so frustrating."

"Many things in this world must be worked for, pen tithen, you must learn that very few things come as easily as you wish them to."

Legolas exhaled and reached behind him to grab another arrow from his quiver. He stared at it as if trying to spot some flaw in the arrow itself that could be the cause of his many failures, he was pulled out of his meticulous contemplation by a cry from one of the watchman on the castle wall.

"Orch!"

Faelon froze for only a moment, trying to pinpoint the direction the warning had come from, the guard on the southern side of the wall pitched forward and fell to the earth from his place high atop the wall. Faelon spun in the next instant, sword drawn and body acting as a shield for Legolas in an attempt to make the heir less vulnerable while the other guards atop the wall trained their arrows on the foul creature that had managed to climb the wall and slaughter one of their comrades.

Time slowed for Legolas, who stood half hidden behind Faelon and unable to take his eyes off the the body of the guard who had fallen from the wall, he couldn't really see the body, Faelon was blocking his view of it, but he knew it was there and if he lifted his head, he could see the pale orc snarling at the other guards, he saw the guards pull their bowstrings taut in one unified motion.

He felt the arrow in his own hand move toward his bow as he trained his eyes on the ugly monster on the wall.

Inhale and he pulled the arrow back, taking aim. Stepping out from behind the protection of Faelon's back.

Exhale and he felt the soft brush of the arrow feathers on his fingers as he let the arrow fly.

The arrow did not pierce the orc's heart as he intended, for the arrow wobbled in the air and instead pierced the orc in the foot, the creature let out an ear-splitting squeal and in the next moment, a volley of arrows rained down on it and ended its cry of pain, the beast toppled backward over the wall and out of sight.

Faelon turned to Legolas and seemed to be having an internal struggle with himself on whether he should praise the young prince on his courage or scold him for risking his life in an attempt to shoot an orc, the shot could have failed just as much as it had succeeded.

Faelon settled for something in between.

"You shall not attempt anything like that again until your accuracy is improved. The heart and the head, Legolas, not the foot, they can still fight and kill with a limp."


Orch: Orc

Pen tithen: little one