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In the summer, I remember
WHO: Thranduil, Legolas, anyone good with a bow or who enjoys the wine on offer.
WHAT: ROOTY TOOTY POINT N SHOOTY ARCHERY CONTEST
WHEN: 8th of Bloomingtide, midmorning until sunset.
WHERE: Valley
NOTES: log for a friendly wager!
WHAT: ROOTY TOOTY POINT N SHOOTY ARCHERY CONTEST
WHEN: 8th of Bloomingtide, midmorning until sunset.
WHERE: Valley
NOTES: log for a friendly wager!
The eighth of Bloomingtide began as a chilly morning; not quite cold enough to leave frost on the budding flowers and fresh-sprouted plants in the heights of Skyhold, but nearly, nearly.
By the time the sun was been in the sky for a few hours, most of the early-morning chill had burned off, leaving a day that promised to be nearly too-hot for those who would be stuck in full-plate and in direct sunlight. Thranduil wasn’t expecting any to come clanking down to his little fete, but had none the less secured a spot in the shade. Varric had apparently found him while he was still working on organizing—the target launchers are set neatly in line with everything else. Along the clay pigeon launchers were the standard, stock targets, blindfolds—and on a table off to the side was a few bottles of sweet wine beside loaves of brown bread and hard cheeses.
The contest did not pretend to be anything other than what it was; a chance to meet, and mingle, and possibly show off archery skills. The purses wrested next to the wine and cheese and Thranduil himself. He had found a chair to rest in while waiting for the contestants to arrive, dressed plainer than he had so far allowed himself to be seen. On his fingers, four rings glittered—but his confidence in Legolas was so absolute, he doubted he would lose even one before the days was out.
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"I wonder if we mages should have a spell flinging contest sometime. What do you think?"
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"That could be interesting. Unless we don't use our staffs it might be a little too easy though don't you think?"
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"I'm sure the Inquisition has many who are skilled with a bow. This should be a close competition."
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Leaning back on his hands as well, Sam hums as he watches several people take a few practice shots. "It should be. I'm hoping it stays a friendly one."
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Sam hums slightly in agreement, shrugging just a little bit. "Hope not. A bit of friendly rivalry ain't so bad, just hope that's the most that happens." Hell, if someone holds a grudge it would be better than anything getting physical.
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"It's certainly an art, having to have the eye and arm for such a thing." They made it look simple, but there was no way to just pick it up and get it right away. "Some of the shots that can make are pretty impressive."
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"Fruit thief. Ellana I would have never thought you the sort."
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She doesn't take any more, but her hand comes to hover over his strawberries, fingers wriggling like she's going to risk it.
"Strawberries, you say?"
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At the wiggling fingers Sam narrows his eyes playfully, hand coming up to lightly bat away Ellana's. "I should've told you about a different fruit. Now my strawberries are in danger."
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"Not very tactical of you, Sam. But it's all right. Your secret is safe with me. I may just demand a tribute of one strawberry for my continued silence."
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"Why would I tell you? Better to let you come up with scenarios on your own, right?" She wriggles her fingers. Pay up, Sam.
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He knows Ellana is joking. Or... he hopes he knows that Ellana is joking. Even if she doesn't do anything harmful, she could easily still prank him or something. She was part of Clan Ashara after all.
"Hmmmmm..." He chews thoughtfully, looking at the wiggling fingers then up to Ellana's face before he grabs a strawberry and carefully places it in her hand.
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"Your secret is safe with me."
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