Archery
Notch an arrow to the string, pull back, aim and release. For Legolas, training was a very good exercise to begin the day with. It always had a very calming effect on the young prince of Mirkwood.
Suddenly he felt a slight pull on his left sleeve. Looking down, Legolas found piercing silver eyes gazing up at him. He smiled at Rivendell's youngest inhabitant.
"Yes Estel?"
"What'dya doin' Leg'las?" Estel asked in the slightly slurred speech of a toddler.
"I am practising archery." At the uncomprehending look Legolas explained. "Shooting with a bow."
"Why?"
Legolas smiled warmly at the four-years old.
"Because I want to protect my home."
"I wanna too. I wanna fight like 'Dan and 'Ro and protect Riva…Imladris too! Teach me?" The boy gazed at him with such hopeful eyes that Legolas felt something stir within him.
The silvan elf laughed and thought his heart would melt at seeing the strong resolution to protect what he held dear and such sweet innocence at the same time.
Deep in his heart the prince knew that one day this little human boy would be a very good fighter with a kind and compassionate heart. And an even better friend.
