What make you laugh?
Legolas walked in the gardens of Mirkwood, lost in thought. Suddenly, small piece of wood flew towards him and hit him in the head.
"Ai, Elbereth! Prince Legolas, I am so sorry. Please do not kill us!” Exclaimed an elfling that rushed to his side to help him up.
Looking around, Legolas saw he was the victim of four elflings in the middle of target practice, with handmade bows and arrows. He smiled then laughed at the situation. “I am okay, thank you. Come, sit down and I will tell you a tale about an archery mishap when I was about your age.”
“You are not mad at us, my lord?” one asked.
“No I am not mad, for I should have paid more attention to where I was going.” They all nodded. “Now let me tell you about one of my first times with a bow. I stole a bow out of my father’s weapon’s room along with a few arrows.
“See that tree over there?” He pointed to a tree with a bunch of bushes around it. “Well the tree was my target. I knocked an arrow, pulled back the string and let it sail. As you may have guessed, it did not hit the tree. Instead, it flew over the bushes and the ‘umph’ told me it hit someone.
“Scared, I rushed over to look at my older brother rubbing his stomach where the arrow landed. He repaid me for my mishap by a long bout of tickling. Which now I get to do to you.” He lunged forward and tickled the closest elfling to him. Soon, they were tangled in a mass of limbs, all laughing hard.
Legolas eventually caught his breath and looked at the youths around him. The possessed such joy, that made him smile and feel like he was young again.
Muse: Legolas
Fandom: LotR
Word count: 259
"Ai, Elbereth! Prince Legolas, I am so sorry. Please do not kill us!” Exclaimed an elfling that rushed to his side to help him up.
Looking around, Legolas saw he was the victim of four elflings in the middle of target practice, with handmade bows and arrows. He smiled then laughed at the situation. “I am okay, thank you. Come, sit down and I will tell you a tale about an archery mishap when I was about your age.”
“You are not mad at us, my lord?” one asked.
“No I am not mad, for I should have paid more attention to where I was going.” They all nodded. “Now let me tell you about one of my first times with a bow. I stole a bow out of my father’s weapon’s room along with a few arrows.
“See that tree over there?” He pointed to a tree with a bunch of bushes around it. “Well the tree was my target. I knocked an arrow, pulled back the string and let it sail. As you may have guessed, it did not hit the tree. Instead, it flew over the bushes and the ‘umph’ told me it hit someone.
“Scared, I rushed over to look at my older brother rubbing his stomach where the arrow landed. He repaid me for my mishap by a long bout of tickling. Which now I get to do to you.” He lunged forward and tickled the closest elfling to him. Soon, they were tangled in a mass of limbs, all laughing hard.
Legolas eventually caught his breath and looked at the youths around him. The possessed such joy, that made him smile and feel like he was young again.
Muse: Legolas
Fandom: LotR
Word count: 259