July 5, 2015: This is yet another "mini" imagine while I'm still working on the other imagine. Please ignore my mistakes. Enjoy! Thanks for reading!
Legolas teaches a group of young children how to shoot arrows.
"And that's how you nock an arrow." Legolas says, pulling back the arrow in the bow.
The small children clap, eager to learn how to shoot with possibly the best archer in all of Middle Earth.
One girl in the front of the crowd shyly asks, "Why are you so good at shooting arrows?"
Legolas smiles, crinkles forming around his blue eyes. "Well, when I let the arrows fly, it's like they're free. It's a part of me is let go - like a bird yearning to fly toward the sky and find it's home. The bird in me wants to find it's mark and be free," he concluded, proud of his answer.
Instead of clapping like they did for Legolas completing the simple task of nocking the arrow, the children looked at him with confusion - not yet grasping what the well-learnt elf had said.
Legolas sighed. "I'm good at shooting arrows because I like it."
Many of the children replied, loudly, with, "We like shooting arrows, too!"
Legolas grinned, glad the kids understood him that time.