Hi Dets, archery-anon here. So, Leggy kept missing cause he was distracted by… stuff? *ponders Helm’s Deep visuals* *winces* Poor Leggy, he’s never gonna live that down. Imagine, they’re at Erebor, the shouting’s over, Gimli speaks of their travels, mentions the contest – and Bomfris goes: “I shot more!”, Laindawar is aghast: “What were you thinking, brother!” and Thrandy pinches his nose: “Don’t answer that, son” while somewhere, far away, King Elessar feels this odd shiver… Accepted. ROFL

Bomfris would be flabbergasted. She lost to Laerophen in their little contest, after all. “Oi, didn’t you say your brother was better than you at archery?”

Laerophen would be staring at Legolas in puzzlement. “He is. I mean. Was?”

“He’s a finer shot even than I,” Laindawar would say, slowly. “Has the south sapped your skills, honeg nin?”

“He’s a bonny fighter!” Gimli would protest, ready to defend Legolas against anyone and anything. Naturally, it’s not a helpful thing to say. Legolas avoids looking at his brothers, tips his head away, mumbles something incomprehensible about Uruk-Hai and knife-work and explosives.

Thranduil would probably take one glance between the mortified, tongue-tied Legolas and the totally oblivious confused vaguely-defensive Gimli. Realisation dawns. It is followed by a GIANT SIGH OF RESIGNATION. 

Meanwhile Gloin is prouder than punch. MY LAD BEAT THE ELF AT ORC-KILLING HELL YAH OF FUCKING COURSE HE DID DWARVES RULE ELVES DROOL *high fives Dwalin*

Hi Dets, a little footnote on the Battle of Helm’s Deep: I once spoke to a guy who was really into archery, built his own bows, knew everything about history, won pro-contests. According to him Legolas’ bodycount is absolutely dismal.He said a skilled archer would’ve had a way higher count. He wouldn’t have had to search for spare arrows himself, either, he’d have had a page doing it for him. “Not sure if Tolkien didn’t know and made a mistake or if he knew it and was making a point,” he ended.

TRUE. legolas was possibly very very distracted?

he was probably still thinking: ‘holy shit, stout legs and hard axe, wtf self, did I really just say that, cripes could i be any more obvious and needy, shit shit shit, he knows, he knows, there’s no way he doesn’t know after that, stout legs and hard axe, lskjhdgfjhddadjkagfla, Legolas you gumnut, you total gumnut, Elbereth Gilthoniel I am so gone’

no Dets,Dets listen it’s not just that elves celebrate their conception instead of their birth they also celebrate the first time they have sex as their wedding day Elves are OBSESSED with celebrating every time they have sex! also if ‘would you like to have an Elvish wedding?’ isn’t a pick up line in middle earth the line of men is truly weak

omfg

now I’m imagining that every single time someone says, ‘okay, we might turn in for the night’ Legolas is all

And the next morning he’s all

lettersfromthegreenroom:

Reading @determamfidd‘s Snowmelt resulted in an unexpected, but very welcomed, change in me (including discovering my first fan obssession again and in form that’s clear from the bad memories it gathered).

So here’s a Legolas, from that one.

Huge thanks to @kooriicolada for all the art help, allowing me to use her art style as inspiration and giving me fic recs!

Also tagging @scarletjedi for reasons.

*SCREAMS*

okajshgdfljhasdgfkjahsgdfas OH MY GOSH YES YES THAT IS SO LOVELY YES I LOVE IT and I am so so SO glad you enjoyed Snowmelt so much! Thank you, thank you, thank you!