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Robin Hooding It Up

"Elbereth Gilthoniel!" sighed Legolas as he looked up. Even as he did so, a dark shape, like a cloud and yet not a cloud, for it moved far more swiftly, came out of the blackness in the South, and sped towards the Company, blotting out all light as it approached. Soon it appeared as a great winged creature, blacker than the pits in the night. Fierce voices rose up to greet it from across the water...

Suddenly the great bow of Lórien sang. Shrill went the arrow from the elven-string. Frodo looked up. Almost above him the winged shape swerved. There was a harsh croaking scream, as it fell out of the air, vanishing into the gloom of the eastern shore. The sky was clean again.

There's a local archery club that offers the occasional class for beginners. Costs roughly the price of a paperback, and they provide the bows & arrows as well. Such a deal. I signed up for the November class a couple days ago, and just got my enrollment confirmed.

As sports go, archery has always struck me as the equivalent of a deadly form of bowling. Doesn't require outstanding physical shape, but to do it well, you have to develop a certain amount of skill. Mighty forearms couldn't hurt, I suppose. Don't know if Geena Davis had such arms, but maybe. She's tough, as befits the leader of the Free World.

Oh, I'm looking forward to this. Should be fun, in addition to providing some useful writing fodder.

"Praised be the bow of Galadriel, and the hand and eye of Legolas!" said Gimli, as he munched a wafer of lembas. "That was a mighty shot in the dark, my friend!"

"But who can say what it hit?" said Legolas.

Of course, I expect that to be my level of accuracy.