Eh. It's mediocre. Sorry. I'm getting lazy. I won't let that happen again. I'm slipping on writing and waiting until the last minute. Oh well. Yeah, I got the inspiration from LOTR because that's what I was watching. And we're finally getting a POTC era drabble now. And tomorrow's will probably be another POTC era, too, because I'm running out of modern ideas. Okay, let's just get on with it.

Oh by the way, I guess Elizabeth and Will are maybe 13 or 14 in this, and I'm just guessing that Mr. Brown wasn't always such an alcoholic, so just bear with me here. :D

Arrow

"Come here, Will my boy. Have you ever shot a bow?" Mr. Brown called from across the meadow. Will, in the midst of practicing his swordplay, came running towards Mr. Brown and the makeshift target made out of a bale of hay, his best friend Elizabeth trailing behind. Elizabeth had insisted on coming along to watch Will practice his swordplay, even though she was forbidden by her father to participate. Will didn't mind this; he actually quite enjoyed watching her pick flowers to put in her beautiful hair. Laughing, she sped up and passed Will in a streak of blue gown.

"Elizabeth! Careful!" he yelled worriedly as she ran by, slowing down and moving his sword out of her path. She rolled her eyes but slowed her pace nonetheless, coming to where Mr. Brown was standing.

"Here, take this," Mr. Brown held out a bow and arrow to Will. Grabbing it, he let the older man help him attach the arrow and positioned the boy's arms in preparation to shoot. "Steady your hands… there." Will squinted his eyes in the bright sun, determined. "And… release." The twang of the bow echoed through the verdant field. The arrow flew through the air and landed a couple feet short of the target. Frowning, Will sighed and went to retrieve the arrow while Elizabeth laughed.

"Oh come on Will," she teased, one of the purple flowers she had picked falling out of her hair. "You can do better than that!" Will furrowed his brow. He always wanted to impress Elizabeth, whom he had a little crush on since the day they met, but apparently archery was not his forte.

"Well, let me see you try then, if you think it's so easy," he retaliated, handing over the weapon. Elizabeth grinned and attached the arrow for herself as Mr. Brown tried to assist her.

"I got it," she said, moving away from Mr. Brown's wrinkled hands. She pulled the string back, aimed, and with a small move of the fingers, released the arrow and sent it flying to the exact middle of the target. Will stood behind her, mouth agape.

"What… how?" He stammered, watching his best friend's face glow with self-satisfaction.

"Looks like we have a natural," Mr. Brown announced. Elizabeth grinned.

"Beginner's luck," Will muttered, disappointed that he was beaten.

"You want to bet?" Elizabeth grabbed another arrow, and in a matter of a few seconds, sent it flying just to the left of her first arrow.

"Fine," Will relented, holding up his hands. "You win." He hated losing, but he had to admit: that smirk playing on her pretty face was irresistible.