Legolas sat cross-legged on a fallen tree trunk, meticulously sharpening the tips of his arrows. His slender fingers moved deftly, honing the bronze heads to a deadly point. The sunlight cast a golden glow on his fair face, accentuating the sharp contours of his elven features.

But then, a faint rustling sound caught his attention. His ears perked up, honed to pick up the tiniest of disturbances in the forest.