Thanks for the reviews! Hope you guys are enjoying your night :D and just to like, recap in case all of the years have gotten confusing:

Fili is 21 and Kili is 16(Ugh, sorry, I messed it up the last chapter. Kili is SIXTEEN). Jackie is the same age as Fili. Fili proposed to Jackie and their wedding which will take place in ten months during around early-winterish, and their wedding is in the process of being planned.

And, I apologize for any archers out there. I know nothing about archery, so if you want to give me pointers or tips or need me to fix anything regarding that, tell me!

"Jackie and I are going to be out tonight," I say. We're enjoying a small, casual dinner late in the night. Thorin has to do work and Dis is currently out at some fancy, late party. It's only me, Kili and my fiancée, Jackie.

I see Kili nod out of the corner of my eye. He doesn't seem as mopey as two nights ago, but still…there's something missing from him.

"Sorry, I know it's kind of late, but um…at least you have the whole house to yourself," I mutter. I quickly finish my dinner, and I see that Jackie is almost done too. After a few moments, I find myself walking out of the door with Jackie. She tenderly wraps a scarf around my neck, but I feel her ridiculously long nails scrape my skin a bit. I pull a hat over her head and then we head out into a light flurry.

I take my car to a hotel. We pull up into a brightly lit hotel about twenty minutes away from home. We hop out and check into a quiet room.

As we begin to undress, Jackie starts to say something.

"Finally, your brother's gone. How can you stand him?" she whispers into my ear. She begins to peel off my long-sleeve crew top while I strip her of her garments too.

My hands suddenly stop. I feel like I should defend him but, but what? I mean, he is annoying. Or was. Gah. What am I saying? "Well…" I begin, but I get cut off with an aggressive kiss.

I lay on the white sheets. I notice the digital clock, a faint blue haze next to the cheap TV, flash just a bit before 1 am. I feel the steady throb of Jackie's beating heart and her easy breathing. One of her delicate hands is resting on my bare chest. I was always kind of stocky; my chest is broad and covered in a fine sheen of peach fuzz. Jackie's other hand is buried in my short, cropped blonde hair.

Well. That was fine. Just the usual I guess. Strip. Tease. Thrust, moan, collapse, sleep. Jackie climaxed without me, but she gave me a blowjob. Which wasn't so bad, but I wish that she would care about my desires too. I mean, at least make it seem like you're enjoying giving your fiancée some pleasure.

I reach over to pull the covers over me. The heavy scent of musk and something feminine fills the room. In a tangle of sheets and comforters and two entwined bodies, I finally drift off.

KILI

I have the entire house to myself. Now what? I slowly finish my dinner, chewing methodically. We were eating in the dining room again, but the room has lost its cheery elegance. I'm lonely. The chandelier gave off an eerie glow and the vibrant walls suddenly seemed…small. I take a few more bites and I push the rest of my dinner away.

I make my way upstairs and I collapse on my bed. I'm surprisingly bored. Damn, I wish I brought my archery equipment home. I could probably shoot around the house. I glance over at a poster that Fili gave me a long time ago. It's riddled with holes along with the dry wall behind it.

I glance around the room. It's small, but comfortable. My desk is cluttered with some archery gloves and books. A few old comics lay on my chair. Dirty clothes are strewn around. My bed is unmade as usual, but the crumpled comforter makes a nice pillow for my head.

I try to keep my mind off of what Fili might be doing now with Jackie. I could assume the best, and they're just at some nice restaurant on some date. But everything that the couple did and the way they were dressed suggested the worst: they are obviously going to rent a room and go at it. I groan and I turn to bury my face into my bed. I don't know why it bothered me so much but...I feel like Fili is being soiled.

The thought of his hips and the erratic movements that they would make and the blush that would cover the bridge of his nose and high cheekbones seemed to stir my loins a bit. I could just imagine the slap of sweaty thighs…and him reaching over to stroke my…no. This is so wrong. Fili is my brother. So why do I feel so aroused? I guiltily found myself reaching a hand down. I unbutton my pants.

Wait. What am I doing? Am I really going to jerk off at the thought of…? No. I take my hand out and button my pants again. I can't help rutting against my sheets like a dog in heat though, as I tried to think of something else, anything else. Hot girls who are really busty. The hottest girl in the grade. My boxers were sticky in only a few minutes; am I really aroused that much by the thought of…? I change out of my underpants and toss them onto the floor. I grab another pair and I hop back onto my bed. With a tug of my comforters, I'm ready to sleep.

I wake up at the usual time. 7 AM. I throw on a pair of slacks and a simple crew neck shirt. I grab my gloves off of the desk and I run downstairs to eat something quick. I snatch the keys off of the counter and I run down to the garage. I hop in and I'm off to the archery range.

It's a quick ten minute drive. As I pull into the parking lot, I can't help but feel the stirrings of a positive emotion…peace maybe? Happiness? I turn off the engine and I slide out. I pull on my archery gloves, even before I get into the range. I saunter up to the door and I enter in like I own the place. I almost do. This place is all to myself; no one else comes in her this early except for the people who maintain it.

I head past the foyer and I go to the office of my mentor, Krista. I flip on the lights as I enter the room, and my eyes immediately zoom to her pristine desk. Good. My bow is right where I usually leave it. Even though I often see it almost every day, whenever I see my bow, I can't suppress a strange feeling of pride that grows in my stomach. The entire design is so simple, so sleek. It's not like one of those fancy ones with all the gauges and scopes; no, mine is a simple, traditional bow. The string is just hemp. It does fray a lot and I do have to change the bowstring more often, but the roughness of the material allows me to hold onto something, not let it sit in between my fingers like a ghost.

I go down the hall. Strange, it's usually dark in the range…? I see the lights have already been turned on. That's unusual. The large room with the targets is usually left dark until many people enter, considering that it uses up a lot of electricity to light up. I cautiously walk over.

I peek my head through the doorway. I see a figure, maybe 150 meters away. She has short, flowing blond hair. I can't tell what type of bow she has or anything, but she's…she can improve. It's a little hard to see her and examine her form a little closer, but she must be quite new at the art. I've never seen her before.

I slowly walk onto the scene. I go to the corner and I pick up a small quiver of arrows. I go to the target closest to me—it's just a mere 10 meter target. I easily land all bulls-eyes with that one, with great tension. The propinquity og the colored target makes me feel closed in. Gradually, I found myself gravitating down the procession of boards and before I knew it, I was just a few feet away from the girl.

A bead of sweat drips down my forehead. I can feel it trickle over the curve of my temple and down my cheek. I can feel the release of the drop and is plops onto my neck. My shoulders and back hurt slightly and my arms are straining. I close one eye. Focus. I steady the arrow. I run the inner knuckle of my finger over the string, feeling it. I let go.

With a solid thump, it lands on the dot. I lower my bow and grin. Today was a pretty good training session.

"Wow, you're really good!"

I turn to my right and I find myself facing the mysterious girl. Was she watching me this entire time? She has wavy blonde hair that falls just past her shoulders and the most stunning eyes—I can't tell if they're grey or just icy blue. Her smile is wide, but it is…cute too.

"Um, thanks," I quietly say. I feel my face heat up a bit and I fumble around with my bow.

"So how long have you been doing this? Archery?" she asks. She's so enthusiastic it almost scares me. Who is this girl?

"Well, I think around three years," I hesitantly say. I cast my eyes to the ground as I wait for her to say something.

"Cool! I've started when I was fifteen," she responds. Once again, that happy tone and that smile.

I cock an eyebrow. She can't be any older than fourteen? She only came up to my shoulders. "And how old are you now?" I'm quite curious.

"Sixteen."

Oh. So she's the same age as me. And she's just had one year of experience.

I nod and I tell her that I am going to leave her to her practicing. What a strange girl—is she enthusiastic about all of this? Training? No one else comes this early.

I walk back to grab a bottle of water. I stand behind a large window as I rest and take a sip. I see her at one of the shorter ranges. She knocks back an arrow, and I see her setting it. I see her grit her teeth a bit, and her entire arm tenses up and her shoulders rise. No, no no no no! She holds it a little below her eye…She lets go and the bow shits slightly to the right as she lets go. Then, she pulls in her wrist, cradling. Of course; her hand got whipped from the string.

Before I scream just from how bad that was, I find myself calmly walking over to her. I shake my head slightly as I take the bow from her.

"You're holding it wrong," I blatantly state to her. I hold her small bow and I take my position. "See, relax your shoulders a bit more. And it has to be at eye level. Make sure your stance is comfortable and steady, and turn to your less dominant side a bit more when you pull back." I hand the bow back to her.

She eagerly takes it back from hands and she fiddles around with her stance some more; I see her wiggle her left foot a few times and loosen up her shoulders. "Like this?" she asks. I nod.

"Now, when you pull back an arrow…" I grab an arrow, and I hold my hand out for the bow, which she hands over. "You have to make sure you align it properly, like this," I say as I demonstrate for her.

She nods, and I hand the bow back over. I should really just get my bow—"Now what?" she asks. I see that she has taken the position and grip that I showed her. I tweak it a bit—I nudge her foot in with mine, lace my fingers with hers so she's holding the arrow in the best position. I place a hand on her waist and one on her shoulder so she is angled at the correct position. When I glance back over to her, I see that her lips are tugged up in the corners a bit. Why's she smiling? Archery is some serious stuff.

"Now, when you pull back the arrow, make sure your body is aligned properly. Don't tense up so much and—"

"Can you help me? I seem to have trouble doing that," she murmurs to me over her shoulder.

She does seem to have some trouble holding the arrow pulled back, so I walk over. How should I do this? She needs the strength to hold it back, not the form or the idea of the arrow and the string. So I walk up behind her and I place my arm next to hers. I place my hand over her tiny one, and I focus on the tip of the arrow. I can feel her heat from here, and her blond hair smells like watermelon.

"Like this," I say. I turn to look at her and I suddenly notice that we're…too close. Her eyes…are like a blossoming flower. They look like Fili's. I quickly step back and I nod. Whew. Okay.

"When you release," I call out to her, "relax your grip. Just don't hold onto it so tightly. It's okay if you just let it fall."

After a few agonizing moments, her still figure suddenly snaps to life. The arrow is released, a loud thunk is heard. We stare at the target for the results.

Before I know it, I have a pair of tightly-wrapped arms around my middle. "Thank you so much! Yes! This is so great!" I look down to see her beaming at me. I look over to where she was just standing. Her bow is on the ground and I see the white-feathered arrow protruding from the center of the target. It wasn't directly on the yellow dot, but the arrow was touching the edge of it. It's not bad, but there could be room for improvement.

I notice she pulls away. "Well, thanks. I never got your name," she asks. Her smile is officially out of control now.

"Oh, ha, well I'm Kili," I shyly respond.

"I'm Emmy," she says. Then she goes back to her training. I see that she has made some slight improvements.

Well, now that's over. I can finally go home in peace. I glance back over my shoulder and I see that she's making an effort to make sure her form is correct. She should start working out; she's a little thin. I remember when I started archery—it was difficult at first and my shoulders and back were often sore, but a few trips to the gym fixed that.

As I exit the range, I find that my mentor, Krista, has arrived to her office early. I see her tapping away at a computer.

"I see that you're doing a nice job with teaching her," she says. She glances from the screen to me and gives me a brief smile.

"Well, yeah, I couldn't stand her sloppy form. Who is she anyway?" I retort.

"Emmy, she's new here. I think her family just moved and set up everything last week. She has a real passion for archery though. It was nice of you to just help her with that. She's suppose to be assigned to a teacher in two days." She looks back over to the screen. I see her scroll down, then click, type a few words.

"Well, I'm just going to head back now. It's already—" I check the clock on her shelf—"Eight-thirty-nine!" I have to go back. My mom is probably expecting me."

She nods. "Well, see you tomorrow then. I'll be giving you a skill test tomorrow, for your lesson."

I nod. It's not unusual for her to test me whimsically. It keeps me on an edge, and it's why I try to train every day.

"And for the tournament in a week, what round do you want to be put in?" she asks, just as I am walking out.

I turn to face her. "I don't know, you can choose for me. Just nothing short. I've never been good at the 14 meter."

"Then I'll put you in for the 55 meter." She types in something, clicks.

I feel my limbs stiffen up for a moment. Then I unclench. "Okay, well, take care," I say as I start to take my return home. She nods.

I trudge out slowly. I take my time getting to the car, then going back home. Tournaments, huh. I recall the Invitational just a few summers ago. I had placed second out of all. I can still remember my last shot, so clearly, so painfully.

Fifty-five meters.

This is my best distance, my best round. And I finally got out of middle school. I'm going to be great, I'm going to be in high school once this summer is over!

Now focus, Kili. I stare at the yellow, perfect dot. So simple. So clean. I hold my bow, squeezing the dense wood affectionately. I knock back an arrow. I feel the shaft between my fingers, the stiff rustle of the feathers as a breeze blows by.

Suddenly, I see my mom in the corner of my eye. Is Fili with her? No. What did I expect anyway? He would never come to anything of mine. He only came to my graduation to appear as the 'good older brother' but he is nothing more than a dried husk to me. He's no longer a real, living person in my perspective, in my life. He left me.

I feel some tears blur in my vision but I blink them away. I find that my hand is shaking. Everything is silent except for the wind rustling some foliage. A baby cries out and I can hear a bag of candy being opened.

Why is my hand shaking? I feel so…weak. I can barely hold back the arrow. In fact, my entire body is shaking. From what? The thought of my so-called brother? I need the points, I need a good score. If I just bulls-eye this, I can place first.

I take a few deep breaths. I try and steady my hand. I'm still quivering a little when I released the arrow.

I watch it sail. Then—

It hits the red ring of the desired yellow target. I shake my head. Unbelievable. An eight. All I needed was a ten. A perfect, easy ten. I completely lost all my focus just from the thought of…Fili.

I remember going home enraged. Or sad. I can't remember. But I did remember that I had to train harder. Not only physically, but also mentally.

A hard knock interrupts me. Was I just sitting in the car, in the driveway this whole time? I see my mom, wrapped in a wool scarf, knocking on the window. She motions for me to hurry inside.

I unbuckle myself. I get out of the car and then I proceed into the house.

I will win this tournament this time. I won't just be a runner-up. And I won't lose any focus just because Fili is just loitering around in the back of my mind.

Thanks for reading! Haha I hope it wasn't too infuriating this time. And yes, Jackie is suppose to be a hated OC, but shh…I never said hated. I wonder what you guys all view her as! I think in my mind, she's really pretty with an amazing body. She's a brunette with wavy hair, that is usually straightened, and she has caramel eyes and a structured face. Fili is suppose to be super attractive…so why not make him have a really hot girlfriend? *wink

Anyway, please review and favorite this bad boy up! Haha, and thanks for sticking around. It's only starting to get good…And I just want to say thank you to Krista, who has reviewed all of my chapters without fail! So thank you! And thanks, for all of my readers!

Well, until next Friday…