For the LiveJournal tolkien_weekly "Potter's Wheel: Slip" challenge.
Breathing hard as they reach a starlit clearing north of the Forest Road, scuttling swollen horror evaded behind them, the two Elves exchange shaky smiles of relief.
“I think – we lost it...”
“No thanks to you,” Taurlaegel gasps. “You need – to get quicker – on the draw!”
“And you to shoot straighter,” his companion retorts. “I swear that one was horse-sized! Did you see those horrible pale eyes? And the legs...”
“Your Father'll – be livid if he catches us – what'd he say last time? 'Reckless young idiots'?”
Legolas punches his shoulder, grins.
“Then better hope we can give him the slip!”