Lebethron had grown up amongst the flora and fauna of the forest, delighting in the bird song, the changing colors and the company of her own kind, who like her listened intently to the elves who often sang within close proximity to them, beautiful songs that filled the air with joy and wonder.

One of the Elves often sat close to her, his eyes raised to the sky, his voice soft and low expressing the passion in the words he sang. Some times he touched her gently and whispered “when you are grown little one I shall take you for my own.” She shivered with delight, her green garb rustling around her.

And grow she did until the day when she was finally parted from her kind and taken away to be fashioned in Elvish ways and deeds. At first Lebethron felt slightly fearful, this was all new to her, but the elf was gentle with her as he took away the now tatty green garb, and singing sweet songs of love and devotion bathed her in scented oils.This was to be a new beginning for her and she was only too pleased to bend to his will. She belonged to him and he to her, a prefect match.

All was peaceful until the Orc hoards came, she witnessed many of her own kind battered and broken, crushed underfoot by the black hearted creatures. She was lucky indeed to have been swept up by her elf; running fleet footedly he carried her to a safe haven where they rested. Now dressed in black and gold she felt special and the warm caress of her elf told her she was.

His gentle hands smoothed away all doubts about the task he was asking of her. Could she help to kill the Orcs? Oh yes Legolas yes. Legolas held her firm against him, “Together you and I” he whispered. The tension released from her and the arrow sped on its way. At days end Legolas let his hands wander down her body. “My beautiful bow, ‘Lebethron’ thank you I will cherish you forever.”

End.

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