Only one person was shooting the arrows, so Rudolf and I could split up and close in. Sooner or later the other side would get impatient and come out. But what if—just what if—the person shooting these arrows had pointed ears? Blond hair, blue eyes, long hair parted in the middle, and the name Legolas? What if even after a close win they casually blustered "That was nothing"? Or a name like Orlando?
I shouldn't get too worked up by myself! I knew from past experience that imaginings like that were sure to be shattered. Expecting too much was no good.
