Disclaimer: Tolkien constructed Middle-earth and all who dwell there – Kortirion is just visiting.
Swordplay had never been his strength, he’d been raised to the bow and the close-quarter conflict of the long knife. The former required a well-practised eye, the latter, speed, nimbleness of foot, but this... deadly dance intrigued him. Oh he’d seen the Dunedain training, and the elves of Imladris... this swordplay... was different.
The ancient movements flickered around him - intricate, liquid patterns of blow, parry, counter-parry, lunge. The enemy was in the Noldo’s head, every move dictating automatic responses, leading to... attack!
The blade stopped a hand’s-breadth from his face...
“Will you teach me?” breathed Legolas.
The Noldo bowed.