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...
As the Winter Solstice Festival fast approaches Tauriel rejects Legolas and yet searches for answers toward an uncertain future. Thranduil struggles with the past as he is forced to realize his love for Tauriel and for the son who loves her too. He knows that following his heart can lead to only one of them. The darkness facing the Woodland Realm can be more real than he thinks as enemies may be closer than he realizes.
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Curling herself into the comfortable chair before the hearth, Tauriel held the small book tightly to her breast as she gazed unseeing into the flames dancing across the logs. Images, scattered and disconnected from one another flittered through her thoughts, memories she had tucked away long ago. Old memories yet new ones still fresh with new pain mingled amongst them, feelings that she still needed to sort out and find a place in her heart to put them. So many times she had relived that moment on Raven Hill, staring into Kili's eyes as the light faded from them. How her life had changed since that moment, loss and emptiness had filled her heart. It was time to let him go, to somehow try to find a way to make peace within herself. He was gone and there was nothing that could change that.
Laying the book in her lap, her fingers easily found the gap in the pages where she had tucked the small piece of parchment and the fragile Länciföliûm, now dried, the tiny yellow blossoms faded to a light brown. There was now only a faint touch of the soft fragrance yet it still filled her senses as she held it close to her face. The memory was still vibrant in her thoughts as if it had been only yesterday that she had felt his strong comforting embrace as they rode through the forest that chilly morning.
Legolas, she still had feelings for him, they had been so much to each other for so long, his abandonment hurt deeply. In her heart she understood his pain yet she was still angry for his betrayal. Theirs was a love that could never be yet blamed herself as well because somewhere, deep in her heart she had known that from the beginning yet chose to ignore it.
"Why do I always want what I cannot have?" She asked herself silently as she closed her eyes, breathing in the soft fragrance of the Länciföliûm.
A soft knock on the door startled her from her reverie, she quickly tucked the flower back into its safe place between the pages of the book. Frowning at the late hour, she stared at the door for long moments, hoping whoever it was would leave her in peace.
"Come." She reluctantly bade them to enter as the knock grew louder and more persistent.
"Hîr vuin." (My Lord) She greeted him, laying the book aside as she rose quickly to face the Prince.
"Since when do you address me as such?" He asked quietly as he closed the door behind him.
"Things have changed between us." She said as she tilted her head downward, staring at the braided rug in front of the settee, unsure of herself.
"Nothing has changed for me. I have missed you Tauriel." He told her softly, his long strides clearing the distance between them quickly. "I have thought of you day and night." His tone so soft, it was almost a whisper as he gently lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him.
