Lotr Elf Bow Novels & Stories

Titan exhaled loudly as though he doubted the protector of Les Bois. A small smile tugged at the corners of Papa’s mouth. He let his quiver of arrows fall to the forest floor with a soft thud. Cory sat back down slowly as her eyes trailed over the quiver. It had the same markings as the rock on which Papa sat and the Omniscient Oak. It was eerily quiet all of a sudden as he showed the travellers another case. The case was almost exactly the same as the quiver except for one distinct difference: the markings on this case burnt much brighter. They burnt so brightly Cory wondered if there was a fire lit within. Everyone was staring at the case as if transfixed by it. No one spoke. They simply w

At the end of the path was a field full of wild grasses, and in the field stood an elflord. On the elflord's arm was a cat-sized falcon. Its feathers were speckled with gray and brown marks, and its claws were the color of fresh amber. Niamh recognized the pair as the elflord and bird they had been watching from the walls. Lorcan signaled the elflord forward, and when the elflord reached them, he handed Niamh a strong, leather glove and a piece of meat. She looked at Lorcan. "Hold out your arm," the king ordered softly.

Everyone held their shields up in random directions unsure of what else to do. "HAHA." Havoc began laughing as they arrows rained down from above them. They were coming from the treetops. 'Most elves are so good with their bows they can hit a moving target just by using sound alone. But it also doesn't hurt their eye sight is better than a humans, and no harm in the fact they have magic cast on them so they can see through the mist. Humans should have never disregarded the knowledge of the beings they almost drove to extinction.' "HAAA!" Yelled a familiar voice. Havoc looked over just in time to see Thomas cleave a soldier in two with his battle axe.

Previously, a team of ten elves was chasing down seven dokkalfars, which was the very team that was led by Alfgeir. While chasing or being chased, all of them were using various types of magic spells to fight, but the bows and arrows that were made of pure magic were their main weapon.

Still, the elves remained in harmony with their tree, feeling blessed and protected, unaware of the dangers approaching their sacred home. "This evening," the elven Lord of elfin, Lord Laeroth Aegrandir, turned to face his people, standing in front of the glimmering golden tree known as the Tree of Life. "We celebrate the birth of twenty new arrivals." Lord Laeroth Aegrandir stood tall, his high collar embellished with two silver leaves pressed together, his attire a blend of a light blue-silver and white to match his long silver hair falling to his waist. Beside him, his wife of golden locks and green eyes, a darker contrast to the usual elven eye colour, Lady Phyyra Aegrandir, smiled at th

"Don't interfere with our hunt." Elen decided to use her bow and archery skills. She positioned herself, recalling Elliot's instructions, and aimed the arrow at the three men. Upon seeing the family crest on her bow, the men quickly fled. "I thought I might have to use it," Elen said, looking at the wounded werewolf on the ground."let me help you, I won't hurt you!" Putting her hand on Lucas's injured leg, a gentle glow surrounded her touch, and in moments, the wounds on the werewolf leg began to heal. "All better now," Elen said with a smile. "Just be careful in the forest, lots of people are out hunting right now."

“But you are not like the others. I can see it in your eyes. You seek something more than just a title. But be warned, what you ask of me is no small thing.” I nodded, trying to suppress the growing tension in my chest. "I'm ready," I said, though my words felt almost hollow. Deep inside, I was still fighting myself. My heart ached with the remnants of Argon, my ex-mate and the promises I had made to myself concerning him. But those promises felt distant now, like a life I had outgrown. Elara gave a slow, assessing nod. “We begin with the Luna bow.”

Tim glanced at the lamris troop, he then got even more excited about showing their power in front of the humans. "Elf Troop? How did they get here!?" The rebels panicked when they saw the Elven army, even if it was only a few people. Some of them are still fighting, but not a few are running away. The Elf archers aimed their arrows at the rebels who were trying to escape. Their arrows were enveloped in wind elemental energy which made them even stronger and their range was very long. Meanwhile, the Elf, who was wearing a sword with the Team, ran very fast as if darting and aimed their slash right at the rebel's neck. The rebels who had been in disarray made it easier for the troops to finish

'Wise choice', Xanwed remarks, 'He might yet live longer than he has'. He blows out air and holds out his hand, then he flips it in one sudden movement, and a chalice appears in his hand. He repeats the same motion with the other hand and produces another cup filled with wine as well. Blue and orange dust sail around both hands as he hands me a cup and it's hard to rein in my surprise. 'A little trick I've learned of late, if it awes you. The elves did have good magic after all. Combined with the genn, however….' He smiles weakly, and holds up a shaking hand to drink.

“If something intelligent is pushing from the other side, brute force won’t hold forever.” Fenrir studied me carefully. “You’re changing.” “Learning,” I corrected. “There’s a difference.” A ripple of energy passed through the grove. From between the trees stepped a figure cloaked in pale green light. The figure was tall, graceful, unmistakably an elf. His hair was silver, braided with living leaves. His eyes were sharp, ancient, and very aware. He bowed to Fenrir first. “My prince,” he said. “You return at last.”