Lotr Elf Bow Novels & Stories

Becking with his hand, a group of elves stepped forward and bowed before the man. The elf-lord of the Silvan Elves was just about to give them orders concerning the arrangement for Luna's friends when he sensed a familiar presence grace his throne room. "Aragorn, I did it!"

, asked the elder elf. Lt. Lorenz was shocked. He did not anticipate it. “Ah, its nothing”, he replied. “You want to hold it?”, he asked. The elder eld doubted for a while but his curiosity made him agreed. When the elder elf touched it. His body was electrified and soon lose his consciousness. Lt. Lorenz, looked around if anybody sees him. He felt lucky, everything was clear. He grabbed the elder’s body and wrapped it. After he wrapped it, he throws it from the vastness of the clouds.

The elves ceased their movement at my words and seemed to gaze but I couldn't quite depict their emotion. From my left, I noticed Cade also had a confused look, but I didn't pay much attention to it and focused more on the situation at hand. We were startled when the sound of large hooves trampling the ground approached and, bursting from the bushes, an enormous white deer with golden antlers trotted towards us. Immediately, the surroundings troops went in "garde-a-vous". As the deer walked by, I noticed a raven haired elf was seated on it's back, his leafy green eyes starring down at me. Ciel was mounting an enormous deer as well, but its coat was a light grey.

An older looking member of the party took the bow, studying it closely and everyone was silent as they watched and waited for his answer. "It's made of yew wood, which I notice there is a lot of around here. It is sturdy, almost as good as one of our own. But it has a slight.. difference to it. It's more... feminine feeling. As if a woman had made it." Handing the bow back to Liam, Cal then took the arrows he was offered to inspect. His answer was the same as the bow.

I can’t help but to ask myself. The next thing I know. I feel a light caress on my cheek. Opening my eyes, I see his black eyes staring back at me. Somehow, he managed to get rid of Davis and put all his attention on me without me hearing anything at all. “Why are you crying little star?” Trying to step back I realized that he has his other arm wrapped around my waist holding me to him. “Who are you? You are not Eli.” I say feeling the zapping energy coming from his fingertips on my check. “My name is Aragorn, Eli’s extra spirit. His Lycan spirit.” I nod my head as I feel like I’m drowning in his dark eyes that seem to sparkle with the stars above. “Why did you claim me?” I ask as Aragorn sm

He handled the artifacts reverently, aware that their magic could be both weapon and shield against The Black Faes' dark sorcery. Gamma Thorne stood apart, his eyes tracing invisible patterns in the air as he whispered incantations over the vials of wolfsbane. "To cloud their senses," he murmured, sealing each one with a glyph that glowed briefly before fading into the glass. "Remember," I said to Elara Windrider as she examined her bow, stringing it with a silver cord that shimmered like moonlight, "Accuracy over haste. Your arrows must find their mark within a breath's whisper."

The Elf nodded and gave him a hint of a smile. The Ja’saal spoke to his comrade again, and as soon as the Elf had re-mounted they turned their horses and charged off into the battle behind their kin. Randey watched them with wonder. They rode as if one with their horses, and already the Elven archers had slain many Goblins as the Elf host rode into the chaos of the conflict. Their Elven blades seemed to glow, shining brightly as many of them cut through the Goblin ranks with comparative ease. Randey was both surprised and relieved that the Elf swords did not break upon contact with the Goblins’. Evidently they had enchantments of their own that protected them from whatever Dark Magic infused

Facial hair begins to form nicely into a blond beard and his height grows to a confident six ‘one. “I can see it.” The withering man in the desert of darkness speaks to himself but over yonder within the blacken void he sees an outline of a town. One that is under siege by unhuman forces. Slender and long tendril squids float in the air and are talking villagers away into the unknown pearl of darkness. The people that are fighting back the beast of the wavering void is none other then the forces of the circle. Though all the faces that Troy can make out are that of the same person; Lutas. One of these elves take on a bow in their right hand and pulls an arrow from a nearby quiver and begins

When he focused his eyes again, that square-faced man was back to his original position, holding his bow in his hand. "You... return me my divine bow!" The black-haired young man gripped his arm in shock and rage. Ding Hao ignored him, carefully observing the big bow in his hand. The bow was made of rare divine materials like the Miluo Silver Sands and War God Iron. Very well sculpted, it had inscriptions on its inner side. The bowstring was tawed from the leg tendons of some strange beast using special techniques, and resembled a silver silk thread almost invisible to the naked eye. The bow itself was engraved with the motifs of Coiling Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortois

Yet the more he struggled, the weaker he became. “What is this?” he growled, breath ragged. Theoden approached slowly, satisfaction dripping from every stride. “It’s made of moonstone harvested from your mountain rock. It bears the same symbols of enchantments that captured your mother.” Arlen’s blood ran cold. He looked at Luca, still in disbelief of the betrayal. “But this one is improved,” Theoden continued. “It shrinks and cuts its prey into neat little pieces. Haha, that saves me the trouble of doing so myself.” He leaned closer. “And only I know how to disarm it.” He then shot his son a dirty look.