Fili frowned slightly as he wandered through the village, looking in every which direction for his younger brother. It was odd for the pair to be separated especially for any given length of time, and Fili hadn't seen the darker haired youngling for hours now.

"Kili!" the blonde finally shouted when he saw his brother in the distance once he'd just gone pass the edge of town. The darker haired dwarf paid the shout little mind, drawing his bow tight and firing off an arrow into the woods.

The blonde heaved a sigh, before jogging across the field to his brother, slowing his pace as he approached, frown deeply set.

"Kili! You've been gone hours! Mother had me sent off to look for you when you didn't return home for lunch. What are you doing?" Fili asked, folding his arms across his chest, watching Kili fire off another arrow. He then noticed the target set up some hundred feet away with more than a dozen arrows stuck into it.

"Uncle Thorin disapproves of my weaponry," was the only explanation the younger gave, before drawing his bow again.

"What? But you're a great smith, and everyone'd agree that your daggers are some of the finest-"

"Not what I make!" Kili snapped, firing off his arrow into the blue, before throwing his bow to the grass. "He disapproves of my choice of skills," he ground out, obvious frustration in his voice.

Fili blinked in mild surprise, before settling a hand on his brothers shoulder. "What makes you say that?"

"I was carving a new bow, and he said…he said archery was meant for elves. That I should take up throwing knives, at the very least…Not very Dwarfish of me to be firing arrows from afar. Not brave enough, I guess," he muttered darkly, stooping quickly to pick up his discarded bow. He carefully brushed the collected grass and dirt off the delicately carved wood. "I need to prove to Uncle that I can be a good bowman. The best archer. Then he'll see that Elves can go climb a tree, as far as I'm concerned. I don't need a sword to be a good warrior. I can do both."

Fili smiled slightly, tugging fondly on a bit of his brother's hair. "I'm sure he won't take much convincing."