Hello and welcome back mellyn! This one shot is from the perspective of one of my OCs in "My Lord, My King", spoilers, I guess. She doesn't die. As this story is set far after the point my story has progressed thus far. Anyways, you shouldn't need to have read that story to understand this. As far as I know the only people on this whole site who even know what I'm talking about are JayaAvendel and yugiasha96 You are guys are amazing! Shout out to you and Yugiasha for supporting my every chapter regardless! You two truly deserve all the thanks I can give. It's a blessing to have support in my writing. Guys, They both read one of my stories from a book they'd never read, seriously the best. You all should read Both their stories. Now If you've struggled your way through that extremely lengthy author's note, without further ado, the story.

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"Alright penneth, remember what I taught you? Breath penneth." My hands lay over his as he pulls the string back on his very first bow. His hands shake and I give him a reassuring nod. "It's alright tithen pen." He releases. The arrow flies to hit the outside run of the target. He turns and flings his arms around my neck.

"I did it! I did it aunt Iswen. I did it!" His joy is contagious and I soon find myself chuckling at his antics. He seems to remember something and is off like a rocket to the fence surrounding the practice field.

"Nana! Nana! I did it. Did you see?" The queen picks up her elfling and smiled down at him.

"Indeed I did see Legolas. Your aunt is a very good teacher." I stand from where I was kneeling and walk over to the fence.

"You did very well today penneth, someday you will be a fine archer." I turn to the queen. "If you will excuse me my lady, I have some reports to finish." She laughs.

"Iswen, there is no need to call me by titles." I simply smile before taking my leave of the field. The reports would not write themselves.

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The fletching of my arrow brushes against my cheek, I breath out. And release. The arrow flies true, splitting down the shaft of the one fired before it. I lower my bow and breath out evenly. Without turning I speak.

"What is it that you have come to say?"

"What do you wish to hear?" I turn. Thranduil leans against the fence, forearms braced against the dark wood. I wish he would leave. I know what he has come to say.

"It is not your fault Iswen."

"How is it not? I am in command, should I not be responsible for what comes of my decisions?" He sighs.

"You had no way of knowing." I am silent. "Thank you." I look up from where my eyes were trained on my boots, surprised. He smiles lightly. "For helping Legolas. I would have thanked you days ago. But alas, I do not often have such freedoms."

"It was my pleasure. He will be a fine archer someday." I walk over to sit, perched on the wooden beams of the fence. Thranduil does not speak. "What troubles you brother?"

"It troubles me that someday he will have the option to make that choice. He will be a warrior Iswen, I can feel it. He has too much of your spirit." I laugh gently.

"You say it as if it is a bad thing. I will watch over him Thranduil. For as long as I can."

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