Now, Lann held a greatsword in one hand, and relying only on the left-hand claw for mobility assistance was far too slow.
Thank goodness!
"Whoosh!" A sharp explosive sound!
An arrow, trailing a stream of air like a tail, flew precisely into the point in the air where Lann was leaping towards the dragon's chest, landing right at his stepping spot!
Thranduil stood amidst the ruins, his white hair blown about by the fierce winds whipped up by Smaug, but he lowered his bow with a smile.
His arrows couldn't pierce the thick shell of the dragon's chest, but they wedged perfectly into the tightly interlocked scales, a simple task for his archery skills.
The Elf King's resilient custom arrows embedded themselves into the dragon scales without going further, and that was enough.
The next second, Lann stepped onto that arrow.
The custom arrow of the Elf King bent dangerously under the Demon Hunter's weight, but ultimately supported him.
