In the aftermath of the Battle of the Five Armies, Thranduil finds the world within his Halls empty. He struggles to come to terms with the absence of his only child and the loss of the one he raised as if she were his own daughter. He begins to r...
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After being banished from her home by the King, the only father she had ever known and then abandoned by Legolas, Tauriel sought seclusion among the kindred Wood elves of Lórinand. Unfortunately, her solitude was short lived as the King himself arrives to escort her back to Mirkwood.
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The rustic two-story building serving as both an Inn and Dining Hall sat comfortably nestled in a grove of tall evergreens, sheltered beneath the outer edges of the leafy canopy of the Vellanräé and Malinornë trees. The evening had grown late and most of Lórinand had retreated to their tree top homes or faded back into the surrounding Vales.
Tauriel sat quietly, just staring at the flames in the hearth that dominated the far wall of the main dining area. Fleeing Mirkwood, she had hoped to find solitude amongst the Wood elves, yet the ache in her heart had only grown deeper. Truly alone with nothing but her memories of the only home she had ever known and the love she found only to lose. She knew there was no going back, even without having been banished, her betrayal of Legolas had caused a rift between him and his father, a pain she knew he would never forgive.
Frowning as someone stepped close yet just outside her vision, she became aware that the soft hum of conversation had faded suddenly into silence.
"Please don't make a scene Tauriel." The young Greenwood guard said softly, making no move to come closer to her.
"Where is he?" She demanded more than asked as she continued to stare into the hearth. She knew without looking it was Eluandúnië. He was the youngest of the kings' personal guard and a Silvan elf like herself.
"The king is tending to other business." He told her quietly as he finally stepped closer, standing between her and the hearth. "He will join us in morning, for now you will come with us." He added, his voice remained quiet yet his tone was firm.
