Imladris, December 3018

Setting Forth

Throughout the long, grey, chill afternoon, Legolas checked his gear – then checked it again.  Long, strong fingers traced the contours of his bow, examining it for suppleness or any flaw or weakness.  He counted arrows; counted again – feeling the straightness of every shaft and the careful fletching that would make each arrow fly swift and far and true.  His knife was honed to exquisite sharpness, the blade polished to a mirror’s sheen, the handle of bleached bone perfectly balanced.

At last he nodded, satisfied.  When the Company set forth at dusk, he would be ready – for whatever fate awaited him.

Author Notes:  For the Tolkien Weekly 'Preparations' Challenge.