Yaaraer-❞ the young captain teased, ❝you have fallen behind your own captain in target practice, whatever will the guards think?

With light footing she flitted through the trees like a dance, arrows singing from bows at carved wooden targets. It was a game of both agility and speed, as well as marksmenship. While the young prince usually bested her, he was two targets behind Tauriel today. Should she finish the coarse before him, he would never the end of it.