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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
2009-04-22 07:43 pm UTC (link)

The fact that the elf didn't take his time to sight down the arrow or even aim and was still able to cleanly slice his own arrow in half was quite unnerving for the human archer. He didn't know of anyone who could do that with such grace and accuracy.

The elf may have been surprised that the arrow wasn't deflected, but somehow Robin wasn't. He knew that his arrow had been buried deeply and it would have been nearly impossible to make the approaching arrow bounce off the metal arrowhead. He followed the elf to the next target and nodded. It was nice to know that the blond trusted him enough not to put an arrow through his thigh while he was moving the target along the tracks.

He paced an additional twenty yards off of their earlier position and then turned to take aim. He watched as the dummy rolled into sight and with the confidence of years he released the arrow. It buried itself firmly in the center of the bullseye painted on the stuffed chest. Robin smiled a little, pleased with himself.

"Shall I do the same for you?" He called out as he headed toward Legolas.

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princegreenleaf
2009-04-22 11:05 pm UTC (link)

Legolas didn't flinch as the human took the shot, nor was he truly surprised when the arrow Robin shot hit the center of the bullseye once more. He was impressed, but really, was starting not to be surprised by much as far as humans were concerned. He'd had little experience with the short-lived race before going joining the fellowship, and was starting to think he'd seriously underestimated the entire race.

"Well done, friend Robin!" The elf cheered him on as he jumped over the tracks and moved over to where the human was standing. Once there, he placed himself beside him, trusting that he had paced off the distance correctly. "An excellent shot. Are you quite certain you don't have elf blood in you?" He smiled. "Yes, please, if you would."

The elf waited until Robin set the dummy rolling along the tracks, holding his bow ready. The blue fletched arrow was flying through the air just as quickly as the first one, but this time, the shot didn't fly as true. Yes, it still hit the bullseye, but about half an inch from the arrow Robin had shot. Maybe the movement hadn't been compenstated for well enough. He tilted his head to the side thoughtfully, and then laughed.

"It seems you won that one, my friend. One for you, and one for me. The last target will tell who wins this." Obviously, he wasn't a sore loser. The tone he used was still cheerful, though slightly rueful. Truth was, he'd lost these competitions before, if never to a human. But he could deal with it. Anyway, the thing wasn't lost yet.

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