The wood's clear and peaceful, the day is sunny and overall—Perfect spot for Legolas. It's just what he needs after a long day.

He sighed, sitting under a tree and started taking out his arrow, making some adjustments and what not.

"Arrow number one." He muttered to himself, sharpening it. It's not like it's not sharp enough—The elf just got nothing else to do.

"I think this will buy me some time." He nodded.