Over the years, Kili had fallen. A lot. From trees, from rooftops, even from Dwalin's shoulders when he'd been very young. The sensation of falling was not new to him, but the height and suddenness of it all had scared him. So much for being brave.

After what felt a lifetime, Kili finally opened one eye, then two. Had they landed? No. They were flying. Or, Saeril was, rather. Kili was too shaken to feel embarrassed, and then he caught his own reflection in the water. For a moment, he was stunned into silence, but then he burst out laughing. "You scared the life out of me!" 

Thorin neared Fili, out of breath from he distance of his run. So far, he'd been unable to find any of the others. "Fili! Where is your brother?" Understandably, he was worried, but then he followed his eldest nephew's gaze.