Lotr Elf Bow Novels & Stories

Saxon who was by Xasha's side and saw everyone's serious expressions and could not hold his curiosity back any longer. Xasha took a deep breath before he addressed his father, "I thought you would have recognized this wooden bow. In history, there's only one group that would use a weapon like this, it's mankind's greatest enemy... The Elves."

Something is going on between those two, and I am adamant to find out. King Aelfred stood up. “Well, I brought my warriors. We, the elves, have a special blessing in our blood; although they look well-built, they are 10 times stronger than what meets the eye. They are excellent in one-on-one combat and trained to work in groups, so when they get together, they are a force to be reckoned with. My people brought impenetrable special armor, and we took as many of them as possible to have your people wear them. Also, I brought along my archer squad; their blessed arrows never miss the target, and they are poisoned to kill in an instant.”

i whimpered, my eyes burning with tears that refused to fall. His face darkened at the edges, reminding me that he was an elf. “You may not remember me, Elly, you may not remember our past life together but I do. I have gone through hell to find you and i will not let you go, not when you want to play matryr.” he declares firmly, pressing the handle of the sheated dagger to my palm.

She frowned as she looked at him. He waited because he is certain that she have something to say as continuation. “ And?” “Only…that you are not an elf.” She said in rather fake disappointment. “You missed a single detail of that fine replica of me from that book.” He said as he looked into her eyes. She blinked making a quick calculation if she had missed a single detail of the character Legolas. “Uhm…what is it, pray tell?” “That skillful warrior prince was in love with the woman fighting side by side with him.”

Armed with a sword, a bow, and arrows, Oswin rode on the back of his pitched-black horse and ventured alone into the forest, searching for a rare white deer that only showed itself once a millennium. The creature showed itself at the wrong time, arousing curiosity within him. Known for its lightning-fast speed, it took only a few gallops before the elf king and his horse passed all the guards behind. When they reached the forest, the white deer was out of sight, leaving behind only the paw prints. "Where did it go?" He murmured, looking around for the white thing that should be easily spotted from the darkness. Unfortunately, he couldn't. Not only did he couldn't find his target, but he also

"This is quite a sight…I never heard Elven Tree Watcher leave their forest and aiming at a human noble house…also why are you attacking my men Elven?.." I know he, the elf that were observing from the other end of the fog was the leader, Elven Tree Watcher was a group of elves that have the highest fighting capacity in the eleven army, kinda like a special forces. They normally patrol the forest where they colonies was, they deter any high level threat, also rarely were seen outside their domain. According to T.A.S Eleven Tree Watcher always wearing a mithril vest underneath their clothes and have a special tattoo of a small tree on their cheek under the left eyes, and their leader always we

he said. “Legolas!” shouted Are. “I thought you were dead!” he added gladly. Charlotte heard them and she delightfully ran towards Legolas to see them. All the people were surprised, they all praised her for being alive, some were crying because of joy. “I’ve never expected this.” She also said, crying in tears of joy. I found your broken bows, sir! It looks like it is still available to use, let’s just glue it with troll bogeys.” Aradan said in a joking manner. “A really?” said Legolas and throw a little stone upon him, they are laughing.

That little scene seized Ellaine’s attention away from the Virsathen tree. His arms wrapped around the woman’s waist, “You didn’t need to worry. After all, I’m the greatest warrior of Lenriad.” Ellaine’s eyes went keen. Finrod was.. smiling. And his eyes sparked too, looks like he’s gentle around that woman. Her eyes shifted to her. She was beautiful indeed. She had curly brown hair that matches her eyes. Her long, thick, curly lashes, small pointy nose, and thin, pink lips must probably be a killer for an elf like Finrod.

Zinjo spoke in a respectful tone. "You may rise," Sojobo said in a tired tone, "No matter how long I have lived, the bowing still makes me feel uncomfortable," Sojobo admitted. Aurelia sheathed the Lion's Fang and sighed, "Come to think of it, the action grates on my nerves as well," Aurelia added thoughtfully. "We have come to ask your help..." "Yes, yes, the Lemurian runes. Why not slay your enemy?" Sojobo strolled down the forest path with his hands behind his back. He examined plants and flowers and nodded with satisfaction.

They both dropped to their knees side by side, bowing their heads and praying sincerely. “Oh great Spirit of Truth and Disenchantment, Nemyra,” Prince Ron began. “we thank you for answering our call. Accept this offering of goldenberries, blessed fruit of the Elves, as a token of our faith and devotion. May they restore your strength so that you may rise again and help us bring truth to light.”