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Characters: Legolas and OPEN.
Setting: Forest floor, during the day.
Format: Prose to start, will swap though.
Summary: Zelda gave Legolas the ability to use Light Arrows. Cue practicing until exhausted.
Warnings: None?

Following Zelda giving Legolas the ability to use Light Arrows, the elf had found himself pondering just how to use them. He knew, like all of his people, how to force a sleep upon those that might terrorize them or to put fires to 'sleep' but he'd never done anything so fantastic as what Gandalf might do.

This was something he knew that he could do though, with practice. A lot of practice. And the sooner he got started, the better. She had mentioned enchanting his own arrows though, so that was how he would start.

The elf found a familiar spot, one he'd used to train many times before and where he usually started to go hunting, drew back and arrow and tried to focus. She'd said holy magic so he focused on that and tried but fired only a regular arrow. Again he fired and again he fired a regular arrow. He was patient though and kept focusing his energy until, finally, he was able to fire one holy powered Light Arrow at the tree, watching at the light shined as it left his hold and slammed into the tree.

With a grin, one that was noticeably smug, he drew on what he had moments before and fired another.

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That was where he was mistaken. The 'magic' of elves did not extend to arrows of magic or anything fantastically noticeable. They were the arts, subtle and almsot simple. Things like forcing sleep to overcome those around them, including fires.

"I will use them to defend my friends and allies. Against anything that the tower might throw at us."

Including Ruana herself or Jason. Especially Jason, if he ever had the chance. Legolas still had a grudge against the administrator for turning him into little more into a slave, an orc. And that was only recent events, he had an entire year so far to build up reasons to hate the administrators.

"Zelda is the princess of the kingdom of Hyrule. It's a world very far from our own, I would assume as she does indeed have the use of magic."

"That sounds a useful idea, as we do not know what Ruana will throw at us next." Thorin's brow knitted together, as he thought of what other foul ideas could possibly form inside the admin's head. He would fight her with every ounce of his being. "Are the people of Hyrule similar to elves at all?" He was curious but also wanted to know what power such a people could wield. Of course, battle prowess was everything, yet Legolas had strong allies.

"Ruana's time is nearly at an end. She only has hold of the tower and those inside it for the remainder of the month. Someone else will be in charge in a few days time."

Walking forward, feet light and quiet, Legolas pulled his arrows from the tree and checked them over for any damage, deciding whether to keep them or carve new ones. They seemed alright enough though, at least enough that they would last through another fight before he'd have to replace them.

"They are alike in appearance but little else. Zelda has long and pointed ears like elves but she is mortal."

"Then, we shall bring the fight to whoever chooses to take on her role. Whatever role of wrecking evil and havoc that might be. If only there was some way of getting to these admins and killing them." Thorin clenched his jaw and thought of possibly slicing the heads of the admin with his sword. That would end the pain surely.

"A mortal she-elf? That is something I have never heard of. Then, these creatures must differ greatly from your race, Legolas." Thorin did not care much for the race of elves, yet Legolas was a valued ally here. He could say he and the elf had become close friends.

"We will fight when the time calls for it. When we might be capable, if ever before another year passes." Ruana's message rings in his mind, that they're all going to die in a year. How unbelievably childish, her reaction. Where once he had pitied what she was, his heart had filled with scorn.

So be it. The elf would prefer to die.

"Zelda's race are not elves. I imagine she'd be a bit offended if she heard you call her such." Especially with how terribly impish Haldir tended to be around the princess. "Speak with the princess if ever you've time, I'm sure she'd be pleased to tell you of her race. Or seek out her friend, Link. He is also Hylian."

He could also talk with Tetra if he ever ran into the child.

Thorin took Legolas's words on board and made a note to visit the princess and her friend, Link. It may even help him learn more about what a Hylian actually was. Elves were elves but he did not want to shun Legolas's help away, as he could damn well need it.

"If they have advanced weaponry such as this, then they are valuable allies to have within the Tower. They can aid us during another of Ruana's attacks perhaps." Thorin did not like what the admins did, nor did anyone else. He had his sword and would use it to no end.

"Their weapons are the same as ours but they have the ability to attach magic to it. I am glad to share that ability with them now. It will be useful." Especially if Ganon should try anything again. The self-proclaimed King of Evil had killed him once. The elf wasn't about to let him kill him again.

"Ruana never attacks. I spoke with her once. She likes to play games, as she calls them. Though they are no different to our eyes. Let her play her games. We will laugh last."

"Her games are nothing but evil. If she thinks nearly bringing someone close to their own death is a game, she is sorely wrong to think so. We will fight her and her minions to the end, Legolas. This dwarf has breath in his body and I will use every ounce of my strength to escape this hell hole. One day." He felt anger rise in his voice, as he stared up at the sky.