Lotr Elf Bow Novels & Stories

Oz said,"I am not here to make you trust me, nor am I here to force you into doing as I say!" Gregory held out his hand and Oz dropped the ring in. A flash of light and Oz had vanished, the people who were frozen in time were now back in motion. Gregory looked at the ugly ring in his hand. It came with no instructions nor did it tell you what it would do. Willow sat staring into his eyes as if he was the only thing she could see. Getting down on one knee ," Willow Winter, I have loved you from the day I layed eyes on you. Will you be my wife?"

“Don’t worry, I just sent him back home.” I grab my bow once again, startled by an unexpected voice talking behind me. Before I could identify the culprit, a curative spell covers my body and recovers my strength. “Mother Lelyah!” “Nope. It pains me to be compared with that boring grandma. I’m a hundred times more beautiful.” “Who are you?” An elf I have never seen stood before me, dressed in a blue robe covering most of her body except for the legs and holding a staff bigger than her. She was beautiful of course, with short grey hair, big round bronze eyes and a tall athletic body.

She had secretly hoped to have the elf as a guide the rest of the journey. "I think I have stalked you quite enough," Brinn responded. Just then there was a movement in the trees. Brinn motioned for them to stop and drew her bow in the blink of an eye. To her surprise, Aurora had drawn her own bow from an unknown location and Devrim stood beside them with his sword drawn. "Come out!" Brinn ordered. From between the trees a tall, handsome elf strode confidently into view with his empty hands raised. "No need to shoot. I come in peace."

The one elf crumbled to the floor as Rhychard blocked a swing from the second elf, the Warrior's attention frantic for the missing elf. Then he saw him, a bow in his hands, pulled taut, ready to fire. What the hell? Aren't swords bad enough? I really need a gun. The twang of the bow sounded. Rhychard reached out, grabbing the elf he fought and turning the creature around so that he stood in front of Rhychard just as the arrow reached him. The arrow went through the elf's shoulder, sticking out the other side, inches from Rhychard. The Warrior shoved the wounded elf to the ground, stepping on him in his rush to reach the dark elf with the bow just as the elf burst into ash. Green blood drippe

“Bowing is the elves’ sign of respect and gratitude to someone. It isn’t like ours that we bow only to our lords and kings.” “I see.” The chief nodded. “It’s my pleasure, Gram.” The doctor replied. “I see you’re a great fan of the elves?” He pointed towards Gram’s ears. “Where did you get these?” “Ughhh, no, I’m actually an-“ “Yes! He definitely is, doctor.” Maester David interrupted. He flashed his eyes towards Gram. “Well, I think it’s time to go now. Thank you, doctor.” He walked outside the tent. Gram and Tristan followed him outside.

Half of his arm exploded into a bloody mist, and he roared. Everyone guessed what he wanted to say. Maybe he wanted to say why he was always the one who got hurt. His broken arm grew back, and he rushed over again with a roar. "Will she be able to withstand it?" The Queen of Elves was worried. Mengdie flapped her wings. She raised her hand. A big bow flashed with a strange green light appeared. She put three several-meter-long arrows on it. The bow was fully drawn, and the arrows shot out very fast.