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Legolas (princegreenleaf) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-04-06 20:41:00

Entry tags:

complete, day five, legolas greenleaf, robin of locksley

WHO: Legolas Greenleaf and Robin of Locksley
WHAT: Archery competition
WHEN: Day 5, afternoon
WHERE: The archery range, I should think
WARNINGS: PG? If that?
STATUS: Complete

He'd almost forgotten, in the excitement of the ball and everything, that he was supposed to have a competition with Robin. He got up from the deep state of elven reverie that served as his sleep, and got ready to go out. It was only as he was thinking about his day, planning it out, that he remembered. He'd half-planned to search out Giselle, but it would be fun to practice his archery, as well. And the redheaded girl was confusing him a bit, really. She didn't behave as he expected her to.

So, perhaps it wasn't bad that he had a day to step back and examine the situation. And, of course, archery made anything better, as far as he was concerned. Though it was a tool to be practiced, and used only at need, he did take satisfaction from it. It would be a good distraction. As he stepped outside, the warm air made him smile a little.

First, food, but he was soon off to the archery range. He and Robin had made arrangements as to time and place, but Legolas was there a little early. Wandering around while waiting, he surveyed the site. It was really, really good. As well as the typical bulls-eye targets, of which there were several, there were also many other things to shoot at. Stuffed dummies of all sizes, wooden posts, and even cans and bottles. Legolas looked at these things curiously. Metal and wood were much more common where he was from, and he'd never seen anything quite like it.

So, there was plenty for him to amuse himself with on the range, as he waited for the human archer to arrive. There was a rack of bows, too, and somehow, he wasn't sure it would be fair to use the Bow of Galadriel, which was magical. It gave him an unfair edge, not being part of his natural talent. So he occupied himself for many moments, simply pulling down bows, testing their pull, and then putting them back on the rack again.

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taylorwade
2009-04-09 07:38 pm UTC (link)

Robin started his day much the same way he had the last four days. He'd risen from his bed, bathed in the strange bathroom and dressed. Afterward, he'd gone to find nourishment. After securing some food he began to explore the outer wall of the labyrinth. It was tall, but with a little maneuvering he was able to climb up and stand on the wall. He found it strange that the labyrinth was suddenly back in place after its disappearance the night before. From the vantage point he had atop the wall, he could see that the castle would not be easy to get to.

He studied the layout of the labyrinth for more than an hour, but he was sure that he would be just as lost once he started to run it. He still wasn't sure when he was going to try it, but he certainly didn't want to do it unprepared or alone. Leaping down off the wall, Robin judged by the position of the sun in the sky that it was time to go meet Legolas for their contest.

With his bow slung on his back along with his quiver, he crossed the city toward the place they had arranged to meet. He had been by the archery range in the last few days in order to practice. He knew the elf was talented and had also had much more time to perfect the art than he had. He was completely prepared to lose, but hoped it would be by much. He could see the elf in the distance, inspecting the bows on a rack. He smiled and when he was closer, he raised his hand.

"Hail, friend!"

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princegreenleaf
2009-04-09 11:11 pm UTC (link)

Legolas turned around as he was hailed, holding the bow of his choice, and waved with his free hand. "Hail, friend Robin! It is a good day for an archery competition." He raised the bow he had chosen. "I did not wish to beat you unfairly, so I use a bow that our gracious King provided." He made a face, because though the bow was perfectly servicable, it wasn't nearly as good as his.

He walked toward the human, moving gracefully, and then turned to survey the archery range once more while standing beside him. "There are many ways we can do this, I think. Many targets to hit." He was excited, glad to be out. The air was warm, smelled fresh, and it was a nice day. Not too much wind, which would take that factor out of the equation.

"How is this done in your world, my friend?" He turned back to the other archer, eyebrow raised quizzically. "It looks like the moving targets are the most difficult." A bullseye on wheels along a track, obviously meant to slide along it to make the job of shooting it harder.

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