*I am disclaiming here and now*
"I am pulling hard!" Legolas insisted, beginning to strain as he tried pulling to bow string back father. They had been doing this for hours, pulling the string, and then releasing, then pulling again; and still Verya had allowed for no arrow. First you must get the motion of pulling the bow, Legolas, he insisted in a voice that sounded much like his father's when he was getting lectured too. Learning to be an archer was proving to be very dull indeed. And now, to top things off, Verya was forcing him to pull the string even harder? Did he not realize how tired his little arms were getting, Legolas could only take so much; his patience with the elder warrior was growing thin, only his affection for the Elven Captain, and his own naturally sweet disposition on life kept him from exploding with frustration.
"Just a little more for me Legolas, we must make your hands and arms stronger so the flow of the bow becomes more natural," he instructed, though was certain he was repeating words he had spoken before. He know understood why they waited to the young elves were older before teaching them this skill, they had not the concentration to focus on the tedious matters that had to be dealt with, when learning such a precise art. This was also the reason Verya liked to steer clear of instructing the beginners, rather leaning his aid to the older, more mature and advanced students; much easier on his nerves. He frowned as he saw the younger elf's arm begin to quiver as the stain began to overtax his slight form, "Alright, you can relax. I think we have had enough for today."
"Enough?" Legolas asked, his eyebrow raised, reminding Verya of the child's father when he gave a look of reprimand to one of his children.
"Would you like to try again?"
"I would," the answer surprised Verya for he was certain Legolas wanted nothing more to do with pulling back the bow string for the time being, "but I would like to try with an arrow this time." His annoyance with the tedium laced his voice; Verya took a breath, attempting not be insulted by the tone.
"I think that is not so wise right now. You will not be able to hit a target without the basic tools." Please do not pout like that, Verya begged silently, staring as he saw Legolas' displeasure illustrated on his face.
"But Kai do it!" It had been a long while since Verya had heard that voice, Legolas' baby voice, which was not oft used, except in extreme circumstance, in which one was made well aware of the child's unhappiness at what was going on. Verya was not as equipped as the King or even as Legolas' siblings, in handling such situations, he was supposed to be the good guy, he was never the one whom Legolas got upset with. How would he keep Legolas happy but make him understand? He couldn't just let the child walk all over him, he was a warrior for Valar's sake, a child should be easy compared to the orcs he had faced in his lifetime. But for some reason, as he stood there, he realized perhaps if he was given the option in the future he would take the orcs.
"Kaimelar did no such thing. He was lying to you."
"Kai no lie!" The little one shouted, stomping his foot on the ground to make clear his point. Although Legolas thought in the rational side of his brain it was possible his older brother enhanced the truth a bit, he was much to upset to hear any of it. He wanted to shoot an arrow and tell his ada, and his brother and his sister; he was so excited this morning about it all, and now all his hopes for the afternoon had been deflated.
"Don't yell Legolas!" Verya spat, trying to gain control of the situation, turning his head to each side, hoping someone would be there, but also glad no one was, for the mere embarrassment he would feel, even great elf warriors could fall victim to vanity; imagine what his troops would think if they saw the young prince panicking him, as he was. There was a reason he never became a parent, this might have been it.
Legolas looked up and took a calming breath; perhaps it was time to take a different approach to this. He opened his blue eyes wide, giving Verya the sweetest, most innocent look he could muster. "I like you best, Verya." He said kindly, taking hold of the older elf's hand, "I shoot arrow now?"
"Legolas, I would very much like to allow you to shoot an arrow, but you would merely get frustrated, since you would not hit the target." The child quickly dropped his hand; perhaps he should not have put that in such a way, judging from the look of insult on Legolas' face.
"I hit target," he said in a low growl, he did not like being slighted like that. It hurt him that the elf he so looked up to, would say such a thing to him, now it was going to be, simply put, a battle to regain his young pride. Verya shifted uncomfortably on his feet, how he disliked being left alone with young upset children. Yes, he decided a troop of orcs were much less scary than this little blond haired elf standing cross armed in front of him.
***Slowly but surely this story comes along, please enjoy.***
"I am pulling hard!" Legolas insisted, beginning to strain as he tried pulling to bow string back father. They had been doing this for hours, pulling the string, and then releasing, then pulling again; and still Verya had allowed for no arrow. First you must get the motion of pulling the bow, Legolas, he insisted in a voice that sounded much like his father's when he was getting lectured too. Learning to be an archer was proving to be very dull indeed. And now, to top things off, Verya was forcing him to pull the string even harder? Did he not realize how tired his little arms were getting, Legolas could only take so much; his patience with the elder warrior was growing thin, only his affection for the Elven Captain, and his own naturally sweet disposition on life kept him from exploding with frustration.
"Just a little more for me Legolas, we must make your hands and arms stronger so the flow of the bow becomes more natural," he instructed, though was certain he was repeating words he had spoken before. He know understood why they waited to the young elves were older before teaching them this skill, they had not the concentration to focus on the tedious matters that had to be dealt with, when learning such a precise art. This was also the reason Verya liked to steer clear of instructing the beginners, rather leaning his aid to the older, more mature and advanced students; much easier on his nerves. He frowned as he saw the younger elf's arm begin to quiver as the stain began to overtax his slight form, "Alright, you can relax. I think we have had enough for today."
"Enough?" Legolas asked, his eyebrow raised, reminding Verya of the child's father when he gave a look of reprimand to one of his children.
"Would you like to try again?"
"I would," the answer surprised Verya for he was certain Legolas wanted nothing more to do with pulling back the bow string for the time being, "but I would like to try with an arrow this time." His annoyance with the tedium laced his voice; Verya took a breath, attempting not be insulted by the tone.
"I think that is not so wise right now. You will not be able to hit a target without the basic tools." Please do not pout like that, Verya begged silently, staring as he saw Legolas' displeasure illustrated on his face.
"But Kai do it!" It had been a long while since Verya had heard that voice, Legolas' baby voice, which was not oft used, except in extreme circumstance, in which one was made well aware of the child's unhappiness at what was going on. Verya was not as equipped as the King or even as Legolas' siblings, in handling such situations, he was supposed to be the good guy, he was never the one whom Legolas got upset with. How would he keep Legolas happy but make him understand? He couldn't just let the child walk all over him, he was a warrior for Valar's sake, a child should be easy compared to the orcs he had faced in his lifetime. But for some reason, as he stood there, he realized perhaps if he was given the option in the future he would take the orcs.
"Kaimelar did no such thing. He was lying to you."
"Kai no lie!" The little one shouted, stomping his foot on the ground to make clear his point. Although Legolas thought in the rational side of his brain it was possible his older brother enhanced the truth a bit, he was much to upset to hear any of it. He wanted to shoot an arrow and tell his ada, and his brother and his sister; he was so excited this morning about it all, and now all his hopes for the afternoon had been deflated.
"Don't yell Legolas!" Verya spat, trying to gain control of the situation, turning his head to each side, hoping someone would be there, but also glad no one was, for the mere embarrassment he would feel, even great elf warriors could fall victim to vanity; imagine what his troops would think if they saw the young prince panicking him, as he was. There was a reason he never became a parent, this might have been it.
Legolas looked up and took a calming breath; perhaps it was time to take a different approach to this. He opened his blue eyes wide, giving Verya the sweetest, most innocent look he could muster. "I like you best, Verya." He said kindly, taking hold of the older elf's hand, "I shoot arrow now?"
"Legolas, I would very much like to allow you to shoot an arrow, but you would merely get frustrated, since you would not hit the target." The child quickly dropped his hand; perhaps he should not have put that in such a way, judging from the look of insult on Legolas' face.
"I hit target," he said in a low growl, he did not like being slighted like that. It hurt him that the elf he so looked up to, would say such a thing to him, now it was going to be, simply put, a battle to regain his young pride. Verya shifted uncomfortably on his feet, how he disliked being left alone with young upset children. Yes, he decided a troop of orcs were much less scary than this little blond haired elf standing cross armed in front of him.
***Slowly but surely this story comes along, please enjoy.***