It was your best friend's birthday, a momentous occasion- after all, he was turning 1000 in human years, an important milestone for any elf. It was a frigid morning that you woke to, the dawn chasing away only a bit of the chill as you made your way to Legolas' quarters, nodding politely to a few early-shift guards you passed along the way. You knocked on his door in a specific pattern, so he would know it was you, and sure enough, he opened the door in just a few seconds. You offered the customary "Happy birthday, mellon!" and gave him a warm hug before revealing that you had a little surprise for him. He followed you to a certain spot in the forest near the palace where you liked to go and spar each other, read side-by-side, and mostly just hang out. You could see your breath in the air as you led him into the clearing and you shivered. He immediately slipped off his cloak and draped it over your shoulders, making you blush as you thanked him, and he offered a smile and a "Think nothing of it".

You then pointed to the large tree opposite to where you stood and instructed him to check the highest branches. He sighed in mock annoyance and teased that of course you would make him work for his birthday present. He scrambled into its boughs with ease and hopped down not ten seconds later, beaming as he jumped off the last branch to land before you. He examined the beautiful bow you had made entirely by yourself for him, along with a matching quiver, inscribed with your and his initials.

"Do you like it?"

He strung the bow across his back and pulled you into a firm hug.

"I love it."