In the summer, I remember

[rowancrowned]

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! 

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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[metaari]

It's easy enough to track the eyes; the elves that came through the rifts were completely unlike the ones in Thedas, and finding the source of the stare was quick. He wasn't sure, as he approached, if he was supposed to bow or... no, Metaari decides to just stay upright, inclining his head slightly in way of greeting.

The question makes him smile and he unloops the bow from around his body so that he can hold it up for inspection. "The magic is contained, here, in this stone. See it?" He taps the runestone set near the shelf. "As the arrows pass, it emits a spark that sets them ablaze. I don't try to pretend I understand the full workings of it, that's better left to a rune master, but I've yet to lose a bow to a blaze. Well... at least, not one of my own making."