"Sounds familiar," Loki said, with a somewhat crooked grin.

He watched the arrow fly, finding it to be a beautiful thing to look at, for the moment. There was something so elegant in the savage simplicity of a weapon well-handled. "Who taught you how to shoot?" He asked. "I can imagine you have had many years of practice." Unless, of course, elves of Middle-Earth did not have so lengthy a lifespan as those Loki knew of.