Chapter thirty four
A few hours later, the guard opened the door to let Hermione in
"Hello, I hope you all slept well" she said cheerfully, "its breakfast time"
They all walked out of the sitting room and into the dinning room
"Good morning all" said Liz from the head of the table, "help yourselves to food"
They sat down and complied,
"Hermione dear, I know you are anxious to return to Harry's godfather but I would be extremely grateful if you could stay for the Archers meet" said Liz, "indeed I insist that you must, there will be a chance to try archery..."
Legolas wonder how the archers in this world compare to those in his own realm of Mirkwood,
"Will there be a chance for a competition" Aragorn asked, "Legolas is a master with the bow"
"Aragorn I am not so good as to be a master" chided Legolas. But this decided it they must stay for the Archers meet.
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They were eating with the queen when an extremely loud voice announced that the archery competitions were going to be held and would all applicants come to the royal tent to apply.
Legolas and Aragorn walked over to the steward who appeared to be taking names
"Hello, you seem a bit young to be skilled in archery" he said
"In our lands all children learn the art from a young age" replied Aragorn smoothly
"Very well, names"
"Aragorn Estellar and Legolas Greenleaf" replied Legolas
"You will be borrowing bows I assume" said the man with a sneer
"Nay we have our own" replied Legolas
"Very well, sit down and wait for the rest of the competitors
A short while later they and ten other people walked out of the tent, most of the other people seemed to be middle aged.
They all came to a stop in the middle of a field where Legolas could see that bull's-eyes had been erected.
"Right" said the man who seemed to be in charge of the show, "I understand that ten bows were requested"
"But there are twelve of us here" wheezed a fairly old man
"The two young ones claim to have their own bows" said the first man as he started to hand out bows, they were very short and already strung, Legolas could not see how this bow would fire any great distance, "Lets see your bows then" said the man when he had finished handing out the metal bows.
Legolas took out his bow and with very little effort strung it
"That is a fine bow" said the man, "where did you get it?"
"A great bow maker made it for me" said Legolas
"I love bows, I'm Mr Gretle" said Mr Gretle, "You bow?" he turned to Aragorn
"Tis here," said Aragorn as he handed the strung bow to Mr Gretle
"A good bow also...now without further ado, the competition will be who scores the highest, the eldest will go first"
The old man who had noticed the number of bow hobbled forward with the bow, Mr Gretle gave him three arrows,
His arrows all landed in the outer two rings
The other nine people all took there turn, only three arrows of the twenty seven fired embedded themselves in the inner three rings, then Aragorn took his turn as he looked older than Legolas, he declined the arrows offered to him by Mr Gretle and using his own arrows he managed to place two of them in the circle and one in the outside ring by a hairline.
Legolas stood to the mark and didn't even take aim he merely fired off three arrows one after the other, all embedded themselves right at the centre of the circle.
He turned to the other competitor and found that aside form Aragorn they were all looking shocked
"H-how, did you do that young man" wheezed the eldest one, "you didn't even take aim"
"Practise" said Legolas shortly, he looked beyond the other competitor and saw there was a large crowd gathered crowd gathered a short distance away, he blushed.
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After collected Legolas had been presented with his prize Hermione finally manage to persuade Liz to let them leave, once they returned to Grimwauld place they were given the lecture of their lives by Mrs Wealsy
"How dare you, stay at the palace..." she continued like this for sometime but eventually let them leave her presence with the parting comment of, "and don't forget to write your thank you letters"
Harry was certain that thank you letters were not going to be the only thing arriving at Buckingham palace from Ginny Wealsy tomorrow morning.
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Christmas Eve passed fairly quickly in a haze of roasted chestnuts and Fred and George's pranks.
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I know its SHORT but let me EXPLAIN, I want to write Christmas when I don't have fifty courseworks to finish so please except this meagre offering and I promise to write a full length ( if not double) Christmas day
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