ᴇᴄʜᴏᴇs ᴏғ ᴀ ᴄɪᴛʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ʟᴏɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀɢʀᴏᴡɴ

[wolfchild]

Room Filter;
[ Arya has a pile of clothes on the floor. One by one, she cuts and rips them. Miraculously, not a single dress has fallen victim. That honor fell upon a grey robe of rough spun wool and a fine page's outfit, which bears on its breast the flayed man of Bolton. The flayed man is the first thing she cuts. ]

Friends;
Who's still here?

Rabbit;
Do you have more of those chocolate eggs?

Frodo;
[ She has the ghosts return his cloak to him. ]

You ought have your cloak back.

Zelos;
[ S'up Zelos. This is a home invasion. And by home invasion I mean she's standing on the sidewalk in front of the house long after night fell. ]

Wake up, stupid!

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[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

[And, cheating elf that he is, he runs lightly on top of the snow.]

[wolfchild]

Cheat! [ Arya screams after him. She throws snow after him. ]

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

[He laughs and turns to look back at her.]

Am I cheating? Shall I sink to your level?

[Oh ho, he's a terrible joker.]

[wolfchild]

I hope you sink!

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

Alas, a trait of my people to walk upon the snow. But I suppose I can make an effort to make this fair.

[wolfchild]

[ GLARING…

Yeah, you better make it fair, you cheating elf. B( ]

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

[SMIRKING! But he makes an effort to sink into the snow.

He's still the best elf, right?]

[wolfchild]

[ After making it to the range, she looks up at him expectantly. ]

Now what?

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

I'll set up a few targets for you and we can shoot together.

[He can use the training bows left here. In his rush to bring Arya her gift, he'd left his own bow in his room.]

[wolfchild]

[ Arya examines one of the arrows. ]

Have you bodkins too?

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

I do, yes but not with me.

[Setting up several targets, all at different distances to give them some challenges.]

I crafted each tip for you by hand. I was determined to make your gift unique.

[wolfchild]

[ Arya lowers the arrow to look at Legolas. A moment's pause and the crosses the short distance between them to hug him. ]

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

[He's actually taken by surprise by the hug. It's the last thing he would have expected from her but there's hardly a pause from him and he smiles and returns it, fondly mussing her hair a bit.]

[wolfchild]

[ Arya squeezes him a bit tighter than she would have and steps back. ]

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

[He smiles to her and extends a hand towards the targets.]

Shall we then?

[And quickly grabs one of the bows left in the range and a small quiver of arrows.]

[wolfchild]

[ Arya aims for the closest target. It's a little harder to pull than she expected. For once, she's grateful for her calloused hands. It doesn't hurt as much as she's sure it would have.

She aims a little too long. The arrow strikes to the left of the bullseye. Arya glares at it as if it was the arrow's fault. ]

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

[Legolas watches quietly, testing the bow he'd chosen and frowning at how easily it pulls in comparison to what Arya's does. He considers, for a moment, offering to loosen the string a bit but it would take away some of the effectiveness of it as a weapon.

Quickly, he grabs a pair of guards for their fingers and offers her one. While they're not often available for a quick battle, he always found it better to use them when possible. Especially so that one didn't ruin themselves when training with a weapon.]

[wolfchild]

Hm? Oh. No, it doesn't hurt. Really. [ She shows him her hand, callused from sword work and overworking. ] They're hard.

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

If you are sure. [He nods and sets them aside.] They'll be here in case you change your mind.

[What little he still knew about Arya, though, he felt that she wouldn't. Tightening the string on his bow, he grabs a few arrows to use himself.]

[wolfchild]

[ She lowers her bow to watch him. ]

There was an archer with us. Anguy? He could feather a man twice over before anyone had time to blink. He never missed. His arrows always went right where he wanted them to.

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

[He looks towards her a smiles a bit.]

That is some skill. It must have taken him quite some time to perfect it.

My father had a friend, Bard his name was, who had such skill. He struck down the dragon, Smaug, almost two hundred years ago.

[wolfchild]

Smaug?

[ s-storytime? *^* ]

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

[Storytime!]

Smaug is a dragon, a Fire Drake. He descended upon Erebor took possession of it and all the treasures within. Dwarves are miners and craftsman so they had a great treasure there within the mountain. Smaug's arrival caused the deaths of many people, both Man and dwarf, and forced the dwarves to flee to survive.

[wolfchild]

And Bard brought him down alone?

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

He did but he did not fight alone. The thing to remember is that dragons are extremely strong and smart beasts and Smaug was no exception. His scales were hard and his belly covered in gems but for one spot. All those who could fire a bow were trying to protect Lake-Town. And Bard fired his last arrow at the dragon and it struck him in his one vulnerable spot and he was felled.

His remains and all the gems that covered him are still at the bottom of the lake. None dare attempt to recover them or even to approach where he fell.