Thranduil tossed his hair over his shoulder, then with a dash of impatience with it, he slipped the strands into a ponytail and then gripping his walking stick he slipped through the trees.
He had been elected part of the scout group for his ability to move unseen through the forest…and because his father was king. There was not much he was refused.
He whapped his stick softly on a dead tree trunk, and a cloud of glowing dust arose. Some of it stuck to the end of the stick, successfully creating a torch for him. It would make him a good target, but who would dare to fire on the king’s son?
His feet moved through the underbrush. He reached a small creek, and stepped up onto the end of tree root that spanned it. It was mossy and slick, but his feet were sure. He pressed the pointy end of his shoe into the soft bark, preventing him from sliding off.
And suddenly, a drake from the North swooped down, and raked a pair of claws along his back before gripping ahold of him, and shot back into the open sky.
Haley aka Thranduil: Prompt on the way.
Zachary aka Kili: “King, there are Orcs advancing on our position.” One of the Elven commanders said. “I want marksmen in the trees, hidden by the leaves. Everyone else, hide behind the trunks.” “Yes, sir!” “Legolas, I want you by me.” Thranduil said. “But, father, with all due res-“ “That was an order!” Thranduil said forcefully. “Yes, father.” Legolas said, hesitantly. He pulled back his bow. “Son, what are you doing?! No way you can hit anyth-“ he fired, and an orc screeched. “Wow, well done son. But, how did you-“ “My Elven Senses are finely tuned.” “It appears that way.” Thranduil replied. “Go, fight closer. You’ll hit even more orcs. I wish you luck. May the spirits of our ancestors be with you.” “Len hannon, father.”