Chapter 5 Training

Author's note- I know that Legolas' home is in a cave. But I hate caves so I made it more like a palace :)

When I finally got to my room I collapsed into my bed and fell asleep. It seemed like only a few second when Legolas shook me. "Hurry up we have to start training." Legolas smiled shaking me. "Why are you not grumpy like you suppose to be when you wake up what time is it anyway?" I asked sleepily. "Around three." "Three?" I said groggily. "Yup get up let's go." he pulled me out of the warm bed. He stuffed some cloths into my hands and walked off. Slowly putting on the gray tunic and pants. I walked slowly out the door and Legolas was there. "Come on. Let's go to the armory." I looked at him funny and asked "armory?" "Yeah do you think you can learn elvish fighting with a human sword?" I thought and couldn't think of a good comeback. "Come on." he said walking down the stairs. I followed him into a large room filled with weapons. Legolas looked through all the weapons and pulled out a short bow. He set it on the ground and measured it. "Good." he handed it to me. The bow was made of a strong white wood. Many designs were carved into it. Then he handed me a lightweight quiver. Inside were a hundred silver tipped arrows. He then handed me a curved sword but took it up and handed it to the swords smith. "we'll get it later now we should practice your bow and learn at least a few words in Sinderan." he took me to another room full of targets. "Okay. You place your left hand on the bow and pull an arrow out and string it like so then just let go." he did it and the arrow struck the middle. "It's hard the first time." I held the bow the way he showed me but put my hand too far back on the arrow. It went no farther than two feet. "no like this." he placed my hands on my bow and told me to let go. The arrow flew to the target. The arrow hit Legolas' and split it. "Was that good." I asked a wide eyed Legolas.

We practiced the bow and arrow for a few more hours until I could whip out the arrows and sting them nearly as well as Legolas. We walked back to the swords smith. He handed us my sword and I just stared at it. The handle was a soft brown and it shown with elvish letters carved on it. Soon I would find out that was my name. It curved and was extremely lightweight. "Come on." we walked to another room where we would later call the sword room. "Okay you hold it like this." he tried to remember how to hold the sword. "Gee. I cant remember. It's been thousands of years since I've held a sword." he stood there then smiled. "One second." he shot out of the room and came back with an elf. "This is Handir. He's a master swordsman." the elf was very tall, to me anyway. Although the entwash did help I was still around four feet tall. His eyes were cold and the moment I saw him I disliked him. "This must be the famous Peregrin Took." he said grimly. "Why do you need me Legolas?" he said in a bored tone. "I cant remember how to use a sword. You can teach him." "Me teach him! I don't want to waste time teaching a little three foot something how to use a sword." "Four foot." "What?" he asked loudly when I corrected him. "I'm four feet tall." he just stared at me then asked. "How long will this last?" "He's a quick learner. Maybe ten minutes to teach him how to use it then you can leave." Legolas sat down in one of the seats along the wall. "Okay Pip-squeak." he muttered. "You put your left hand here and right here." no just swing it around. Okay I'm done can I go?" he said this all very quickly. "Yeah sure." Legolas shrugged. "Okay you get it? Do you want to practice?" he asked. "Sure." I said holding up my sword. He smiled and pulled out one of his knifes. "Okay just like your old sword but different." he said this smiling. He moved his knife and I blocked it. "good." he grinned. He attacked me from a different angle. Soon I was blocking all around. "Quicker!" he started attacking me faster and I had to really concentrate. Once when I blocked I spun my sword and I knocked his knife into the wall I held the sword at his throat. "I win." I smiled "You know Pip. Mithrandir says you a 'Fool of a Took!'." he made such a perfect impression of Gandalf I had to laugh. "And I agree. You are a fool but a very clever one." I smiled confused. He may be the smart prince of Mirkwood but sometimes he didn't make sense. "You're just like Gandalf. Always speaking in riddles." he smiled. "Let's take a break." he smiled. "You know I let you win." he whispered in my ear. "Not fair!" I shouted racing after him as he shot out of the door.

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