#26 Metal
The tip of a small, pink tongue peeked out in concentration as the young elfling held a small metal object cautiously between finger and thumb, taking care not to cut himself on its pointed tip, placed it firmly in the slot cut across the top of a slender wooden shaft, then tightly bound it in place with a thin strip of brown leather. He hoped it would hold. Tying a last knot he held the piece up for inspection, shaking it gently, then exhaled in relief when metal and wood remained together. At last!
His first attempts had been terribly inadequate, with the leather nowhere near tight enough to prevent the sharpened metal tip from wobbling out of its wooden groove and that would never do. An arrow without a head was merely a stick and an archer unable to make his own arrows was, well, simply unheard of in the Greenwood.
Picking up the next small arrowhead and grooved shaft Legolas smiled. Only another forty nine to go and he would be closer to passing the preliminary stage of his weapons training. Mind you, he eyed the gluepot emitting a most noxious smell as it heated over the fire. He had also to fletch them and make them fly true first.
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