Characters: Grima, OC
Disclaimer: Merely a wide-eyed tourist in Tolkien’s MiddleEarth
Author’s Note: For the “Green” challenge (next entry will be more cheerful, promises...)
"You have a steady hand; with practice, you will make a fair archer." Old Aelfric drew the arrows from the target--close but not in the center.
Grima took these words to heart. Swordplay had earned him nothing but bruises; here he would make his mark. Round after round he shot, as long as there was light. His aching back grew strong; tattered blisters sloughed into calluses.
Yet still the arrows flew wide--close but not in the center. Slowly, frustration turned to envy, for others hit the mark with ease. Setting aside his bow, Grima cursed his lesser gift.