Legolas lay flat on his back, wide-awake. He silently sat up and
watched as Miredhel got out her bow and fired; the arrow sunk into the
trunk of a tree. Legolas rose and retrieved his own bow.
"Shall we see if you really are the better archer?" Legolas asked with a small smile.
Miredhel turned around and grinned, "Go ahead."
The king of Greenwood drew the bowstring and aimed, he released at just the right moment and watched as his arrow split Miredhel's in half.
"Quel Good," Miredhel nodded, "but is it good enough?" She backed up so she was about one hundred feet from the target and put her back to the tree. She planted her feet firmly on the ground and twisted her upper body around to face the tree. The young elf watched with satisfaction as her arrow split through the arrow shot by Legolas.
The older elf grinned "Why don't we quit before we ruin more arrows?"
"Mankoi? why" Miredhel raised her eyebrows, "is the king of Greenwood afraid of a bit of competition?"
"Now, I wouldn't want you going around telling people that," Legolas chuckled. He stepped back to about one hundred and fifty feet, where another tree blocked his view of the first one. He aimed his bow skyward and shot and arrow. The arrow cleared the tree in front of him and landed in the same spot as the previous arrow, knocking Miredhel's out of its place.
Miredhel's eyes grew wide, "Perhaps we should quit before we ruin more arrows."
"As you wish," Legolas laughed.
"We should leave soon, we are nearing Rohan are we not?" Miredhel asked, eager to change the subject.
Legolas nodded, "yes, but I have heard rumors that Rohan has changed. We should be careful."
Miredhel nodded and slung her bow onto her back. Legolas climbed upon Menelach and Miredhel leaped onto Elenfea. The two horses immediately set out to a trot without the riders having to signal them.
In less than an hour, the two approached the border of Rohan. The land looked barren and deserted.
Legolas looked around and dismounted his horse.
"Mani naa tanya What is it?" Miredhel asked.
"Something's wrong," Legolas shook his head and knelt down on the grass. The formerly thick green grass was now yellow and dying. Legolas smelled a stench in the air…
"Orcs…" Legolas declared.
"Shall we see if you really are the better archer?" Legolas asked with a small smile.
Miredhel turned around and grinned, "Go ahead."
The king of Greenwood drew the bowstring and aimed, he released at just the right moment and watched as his arrow split Miredhel's in half.
"Quel Good," Miredhel nodded, "but is it good enough?" She backed up so she was about one hundred feet from the target and put her back to the tree. She planted her feet firmly on the ground and twisted her upper body around to face the tree. The young elf watched with satisfaction as her arrow split through the arrow shot by Legolas.
The older elf grinned "Why don't we quit before we ruin more arrows?"
"Mankoi? why" Miredhel raised her eyebrows, "is the king of Greenwood afraid of a bit of competition?"
"Now, I wouldn't want you going around telling people that," Legolas chuckled. He stepped back to about one hundred and fifty feet, where another tree blocked his view of the first one. He aimed his bow skyward and shot and arrow. The arrow cleared the tree in front of him and landed in the same spot as the previous arrow, knocking Miredhel's out of its place.
Miredhel's eyes grew wide, "Perhaps we should quit before we ruin more arrows."
"As you wish," Legolas laughed.
"We should leave soon, we are nearing Rohan are we not?" Miredhel asked, eager to change the subject.
Legolas nodded, "yes, but I have heard rumors that Rohan has changed. We should be careful."
Miredhel nodded and slung her bow onto her back. Legolas climbed upon Menelach and Miredhel leaped onto Elenfea. The two horses immediately set out to a trot without the riders having to signal them.
In less than an hour, the two approached the border of Rohan. The land looked barren and deserted.
Legolas looked around and dismounted his horse.
"Mani naa tanya What is it?" Miredhel asked.
"Something's wrong," Legolas shook his head and knelt down on the grass. The formerly thick green grass was now yellow and dying. Legolas smelled a stench in the air…
"Orcs…" Legolas declared.