The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the training grounds. Arrows whistled through the air as you and Kíli stood side by side, bowstrings taut. Kíli flashed you a cocky grin, his fingers adjusting the notch of an arrow.

"Bet you five gold pieces I’ll beat your score," he teased, eyes glinting with playful arrogance.

"I'm better than you."

He let his arrow fly first, the sound of it cutting through the air like a whisper before it landed dead center in the target. Kíli threw his hands up in mock victory, grinning broadly.

“See? Told you.” His voice was light and teasing, but his eyes never left your form, waiting for your turn.