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One Elf

Chapter 5: Archery anyone?

An hour later they were walking to the archery range together.

After warming up with a few practises they were ready to compete. Both hit a bull's-eye. Legolas took down a falling leaf. Nenmîr took down two and Legolas bounced back with three. Nenmîr caught four leaves and a bull's-eye and Legolas matched it. Nenmîr strung up two arrows and caught two leaves in both. Legolas copied with three arrows and three leaves. Nenmîr strung up four arrows and four leaves and a bull's-eye, Legolas copied. Now Nenmîr had to think of something to top that, a fresh idea soon sprang to her mind; she strung up two arrows and changed direction.

Legolas frowned; she was aiming at a tree! Not at the range, he was opened his mouth to protest when she let them loose. The two bounced back off the tree, then another and another while catching two leaves between them, then hit the bull's-eye. Nenmîr put her hand on her hip. "Let me see you do better!" she challenged and while Legolas thought she retied her wrist supports. She sincerely hoped she wouldn't have to try and out do that.

Meanwhile he was struggling to think of something better and under his capability, finally his time was up and he decided to try and get some extra leaves- or at least match it as he was flailing now.

Nenmîr watched expectantly, Legolas completed the challenge with another two leaves; he stepped back and bowed, glowing with pride. But Nenmîr had been busy.

She repeated Legolas' performance. She then took her bow and shot an arrow skywards-she'd seen another expert archer doing it yesterday and it looked very professional; she'd be amazed if she could pull it off. She then strung another arrow and let it loose to the sky. No. They were supposed to deflect off each other but that was down the drain when the first landed at her feet. It was worth a try.

Nenmîr grinned sheepishly.

That was enough Legolas untied his quiver and put down his bow, then pounced on her. Nenmîr was knocked to the floor by a gold and green blur with a very unladylike 'oomph.'

Legolas landed on top of her knowing he had weight advantage but unexpectedly Nenmîr reversed it, forcefully flipping him over so she pinned him down. Then all Legolas could see was her grinning face and ginger hair tickling his face.

"Do I have to beat you hands down in everything?" asked Nenmîr sarcastically as she took off her quiver.

"You did not beat me! We drew to be polite!" exclaimed Legolas.

She stuck her tongue out at him and allowed herself to be rolled her onto her back and pinned down.

Legolas sighed and kissed her briefly then took a good look Nenmîr. Her ginger hair fanned out on the green grass behind her, some of the fiery locks tumbled over her loose fitting green shirt; he reached out and tucked a stray strand behind her pierced ear. Her pale red lips curled into a small smile and he dragged his eyes upwards to lock on her shining emerald orbs. The sundanced in them and they twinkled happliy, portraying the happiness she felt when she was around him.

Nenmîr peered up at the he-elf looking right back at her, his long flaxen hair glowed as the sun shone behind him, making him look almost like an angel, a bit of it flopped down into her face, she blew and watched it dance. Legolas wrinkled his perfect nose and grinned showing clean cream teeth and lips waiting to be claimed. She looked into his eyes and nearly drowned in them, depths and depths of blue, light, dark, bright, navy, all sorts of blues in the world they shone cheekily at her. Her eyes wandered down and couldn't help peering down his very loose silver shirt at his toned chest. Wow. She dragged her eyes away so it didn't look too rude of her. It wasn't her fault his shirt hung off him like that! Could there be a more handsome elf?