Strange encounters on patrol raise concerns that there are more than shelob (spiders) that haunt the forest around the palace. Legolas expresses to Tauriel his acceptance that things have changed, yet still hopes to regain her love. Tauriel remains tormented as she struggles to find resolution within herself about her love for Thranduil.
"Check yourselves and gather your arrows." Lárasarnë stated as he strode briskly toward a small group of the morning patrol. "We can break here."
"Are you alright?" He asked, his tone softer as he reached Aûraë.
"I'm fine." She replied absently rubbing her shoulder. "Since when do shelob (spiders) set traps?"
"They don't." Dûrláën said angrily as he approached them. "Those tracks back there were not animal either."
"You think they're orcs?" Gäérrÿk asked, watching Lárasarnë as he stepped closer to them.
"I think they were made to look like orc." Lárasarnë replied, meeting his gaze. "Orcs rarely walk single file. There's something or someone else out here."
"What is it?" Eréndriël asked, her eyes filled with concern as Gäérrÿk walked back toward her.
""We're not alone out here, watch yourself." He told her as he took the fist full of arrows from her, shoving them back into his quiver.
"That goes for you to fool." She retorted, frowning at him as they turned away from the group to find a comfortable place to take their break. "That was a crazy stunt you pulled back there." She complained, her eyes narrowing at him.
"He could have picked any group, why this one?" He grumbled as plopped down beside her and reached in his pack for a couple of the small bread rolls they brought with them.
"Elvändéruil." She laughed softly, reaching for her water flask.
"What?" He asked, confusion radiating from his eyes as he handed her one of the rolls.
"I swear, you ellyn (male elf) pay attention to nothing." Eréndriël stated, the laughter in her eyes belied the scorn in her tone. "Legolas knows he's been visiting Tauriel. He's been to her rooms for the last three nights."
"They have been friends forever." Gäérrÿk said, rolling his eyes as he shook his head. "Only you elleth's (elf maiden) make something out of nothing with all your silly romantic ideas."
"I don't hear you complaining." She laughed, shoving him playfully with her shoulder.
"Your mind is divided." Elvändéruil said quietly as he approached the prince, some distance away from the others. "You could have been seriously injured or worse gotten yourself killed back there." He added, his silvery gray eyes clashing with the pale blue of the prince.
"I saw it." Legolas stated, his eyes narrowing only slightly as he watched him lower himself onto the fallen tree beside him.
"That is not the point." He said, refusing to be intimidated by the anger he saw in his gaze. "There were already three archers on it. You endangered not only yourself but them."
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The Moth & The Flame
FanfictionIn 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...