It had been 15 days since Tauriel left the town. She had acquired a few more things in that time, such as a sleeping bag, and a tree shelter she had stitched together out of deer hides. These items kept her quite warm and dry at night, and she had quickly gotten used to her nomadic existence. She had no problems hunting and gathering food, and she had been working on carving a proper bow in the evenings before bed. This life was simple. No one demanded anything of her, tried to talk to her, or had to work to make her feel better. She liked being free of the rigor of training and battle, and the time alone seemed very refreshing for her soul, and healing for her heart. She had been alone very little in her life, yet had been constantly lonely. This felt different. It felt like she was finally being given a chance to create a life for herself, instead of just following where circumstance had always placed her.
As she secured her belongings above her under her deerskin cover, Tauriel smiled to herself a little. Every since the night of Kili's imagined reassurance, Tauriel had toyed more and more with the idea of imagining that he was here with her in spirit. She talked to him several times a day now, sometimes out loud. She had danced with him, let him hold her when she cried, and even clung to him all through the night in her cozy sleeping bag. She swore that sometimes she heard him speak back. It couldn't always be the wind, right? And sometimes her precious Runestone definitely seemed like it had placed itself somewhere she did not put it. She felt him more and more, even if it was just her imagination. It had stopped mattering to her if it could even possibly be real . Kili was real. Their love had been real. Even the ice-hearted Thalaundril had admitted it. So then what was death to stop true love? She smiled again, this time more broadly, as she sank into the soft folds of her bed. And she sighed happily as her sweet dwarf love snuggled in next to her, being careful not to pull her hair or hurt her while he squeezed into the tight sleeping bag. Wrapping her taller frame around his smaller one, she held his firm, warm body, and peacefully and joyously fell into a deep sleep.
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Beyond Grief
FanfictionWhat happens to Tauriel after the battle of the five armies. Rated: pg13 Disclaimer: I do not own anything about the characters or the content of the Hobbit or The Lord of the Rings series.
