Character: Master Bowyer (OC)
Disclaimer: Not mine, merely borrowed.
For the "Yew" challenge.
We had barely an hour's notice before the Lord Steward was at the door.
"Master Bowyer, I have a son to be trained in all the warrior's arts. Swords of ancient lineage we have in plenty, but I bid you take your finest yew-wood, and craft him a bow, straight and strong. A mighty bow for a mighty man." And then he was gone.
Carefully I selected the stave. It would be years before Lord Denethor, now four days old, would take up his bow, but I'd best have it ready, should my lord Ecthelion choose to call again.