A/N I don't know anything about archery, so if this sounds ridiculous, I'm sorry. But It's all I could think of.

The day after Legolas and Arden's little sparring match, Arwen had arranged for Elise to start archery lessons with Legolas. Elise was less than thrilled. Not knowing what to wear she just put on one of her simpler dresses. She waited outside her door for the Elf to arrive. But before he did Elise saw Elfwine, King Eomer's son walking towards her.

"Good morning, fair maiden. Are you ready for our walk?" he said.

"Elfwine, I cannot go with you today. My mother is forcing me to take archery lessons."

" Archery lessons? Well, I'm better with a sword but I could help teach you archery if that is what your mother wishes."

"Thank you, but the lessons have already been arranged with Legolas."

Elfwine stood in thought. His morning stroll with Elise was the favorite part of his day. "Well, perhaps I can walk you to the practice field then?"

"You'll have to walk Legolas and I to the fields. He should be meeting me here any second."

And right then, as if on cue, Legolas appeared just a few feet behind Elfwine.

"Good morning, Elfwine. Good morning, Elise. I see you are wearing a dress to archery lessons. Was that your mother's idea as well?" Legolas greeted.

"I did not know what to wear. The archery lessons were not my idea," she defended.

"Well, the dress won't hinder you too much. Shall we get going? Elfwine did you want to join us?"

Elfwine broke out of thought and decided not to go. He wished them well and went off in the opposite direction.

Legolas and Elise went on their way and soon reached the open fields of the archery area. It was there that hidden behind a tree a far way off Arwen awaited them. The archery range was vast and there was no way she could skillfully hide from them nearby. Because of this, Arwen could not hear their conversation, but decided that perhaps their body language could tell her how they got along together.

There were two bows and a barrel with many arrows inside waiting for them. In the distance there was a row of many targets standing.

"I took the liberty of coming by early and filling the barrel with the arrows," said Legolas. He handed her the smaller of the two bows. "This one is yours. It is made especially for women beginners. This is my bow of old from Mirkwood. It's older than your father."

"Many things of yours are older than my father."

Legolas ignored her last comment and proceeded with the lesson. "First thing I want you to do is take a practice shot without any direction from me," he handed her an arrow from the barrel. "Now, try to hit that target over there. Do not get frustrated. I do not believe you will even hit the board."

Elise took the arrow and took aim as she had seen the archers of Gondor do on occasion. "Thank you for your overwhelming confidence," she sniped. She released the arrow and despite what Legolas had thought, it did hit the board. Unfortunately it was the next board over.

"Your first problem is simple," began Legolas, "you are moving your whole body over as you let go of the arrow. Watch me."

He took on of the arrows in his own bow and shot at his target board, the one Elise had hit. The arrow landed in the center.

"Now try it again, this time I'll help you," he said.

Legolas handed her another arrow and as she strung it, he placed himself behind her, moving in so their bodies touched. He reached around her and held her hand in his as she took aim. His mouth was right next to her ear.

"Now shoot," he said.

The arrow this time hit the intended board though not the center. Legolas reached for another arrow and they kept practicing in that manner, body to body, for a few minutes. Arwen watched from behind her tree.

Then Legolas moved away and told her to try it by herself. This time Elise hit the board all by herself.

"You are a good teacher Prince Legolas," she said and right then a fleeting thought entered her mind. Prince? Surely this couldn't be whom her father was talking about? He was an Elf? But so was her mother, and she was the one who suddenly insisted Legolas teach her archery. But before the thought could further develop, Legolas spoke, getting her out of her reverie.

"Your first problem was simple, working on the others is going to be a bit more difficult," he said. "Try it a few more times and make sure that last one was not an accidental stroke of good luck for you."

She did so and hit the board about as many times as she missed it. Beside her, Legolas started practicing as well, looking over at her every once in a while. On the last one she strung the arrow incorrectly and cried out in pain as she dropped both bow and arrow to the ground.

"I am bleeding!' she yelled and held her wound in her good hand.

Legolas took her wounded hand away from her and examined it; "It is only a small scratch. You are barely bleeding at all," he laughed.

"But it hurts!" Elise insisted.

"I'll kiss it and make it better with my Elf magic," he teased and reached her hand up to lightly kiss her wounded thumb.

"You are lying, there is no Elf magic in kisses," she pouted.

"There is only one way to find out," he teased.

"Master Elf!" she teased back.

"Come, I will take you to your sister in the Houses of Healing," he said. They walked away, Legolas still holding her hand in his.

And that is how Arwen saw them last. Walking away, hand in hand.