Herein Lie the Stories of All Kinds.....

Lost

Okay, you guys asked for angst.....
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Tauriel's confused heart shattered into uncountable pieces as Bolg, a giant Gundabad orc, took hold of Kíli, the dwarf that she thought she was starting to fall for, and plunged his giant spear straight into his heart.

Everything blurred and went black, except for Kíli's pain-filled face.

She let out a silent scream, crying out her heartbreak for what she had just lost.

He had died saving her, and she had done nothing to save him.

Tauriel Kíli mouthed, before drawing his last breath, and falling limp and lifeless onto the cold, snow-covered ground.

Bolg was about to move towards Tauriel, to finish her off, but then he saw her tear-streaked face, and decided that she would die soon enough from the heartbreak.

So the huge, white orc walked away, leaving a dead body, and a broken, sobbing one.

For a few minutes, Tauriel lay there, staring at Kíli's lifeless form, silent tears slipping from her eyes, and melting the snow.

But she was able to crawl over to him, cradling her injured arm.

"Oh, Kíli....." She whispered, holding him in her arms.

And for some time, she sat there, sobbing, and whispering apologies through the tears.

But after about twenty minutes, the pain she felt when she looked at him became too great, and so she gently laid him in the snow, and placed this dwarven rune-rock into his cold hand.

Then, sobbing, she gently leaned in and placed her lips upon his.

After she had pulled away from the kiss, Tauriel painfully managed to stand up, and stagger over to the edge of the cliff.

She silently stared at the snow-covered landscape far beneath her, a dull ache replacing her raw heartbreak.

She felt so numb, and without even thinking, she slowly drew out one of her daggers.

It's cold, sharp silver glinted cruelly in the harsh winter sunlight.

Before her knife was to stab into her shattered heart, she whispered one last apology.

"I'm so sorry." She sobbed.

Then, without hesitation or a second thought, the point of the dagger pierced her heart.

The pain that blossomed in her chest was unbearable, but it was no match for the pain in that torn, bleeding area where a heart used to be.

Tauriel's vision began to grow dark, and she didn't know which way she was beginning to run, or even if she was running, when suddenly, her feet were met with nothing but air, and she felt herself falling through empty space, the biting wind clawing at her face.

When she hit the ground, she immediately died on impact, blood slowly trickling from a deep gash in her forehead.

But, the look on her face was not one of pain and heartbreak, but one of serenity.

And there was her resting place, among the snow and rocks, and there was no funeral for her like that of the dwarven prince, for nobody knew of her death, or even where she had vanished to. Legolas had even just passed not three yards from her, on his way down the mountain, but he did not know that she lay there, for she had been covered with a thin layer of new snow.

And even in death, Kíli and her were separated, for she went to Valinor, and nobody knows where mortals go when they depart from the earth, so both their souls wandered restlessly for eternity, feeling that a part of them was missing, but never knowing or remembering who.....

~THE END~

Yup, angst.

Not the best I could do, but I hope you liked it!!!!

Tell me in the comments about what kind of story I should do next?

Should I just for fun write a super cliché cheesy Mary Sue imagine?

JUST FOR FUN?!?