Disclaimer: I don’t own Middle-earth, however much I’d like to live there.
There had been a time when he'd absolutely no interest in archery, preferring to carve himself flutes or to work on his Runes.
Of course, no one used them anymore, unless there were still Dwarves tucked away deep in a mountain somewhere. And he had to feed himself somehow.
So "Darren" spent the bright summer afternoons at a summer camp teaching children how to hold a bow properly. And in the starlit evenings by the campfire, Daeron delighted them all with his music, songs older than the sun and moon. It was good to have a wide-eyed, wonder-filled audience again.