The Lost Hope

Tauriel's Deficit

There will be dialogue in italics, that is when they speak in Elvin.

This takes place after the Lord of the Rings Series.

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Tauriel's pov

Leaves work their way into my red hair as I softly scale the trees. My feet never stopped, and my eyes continue to lock on my target.

It was another orc.

My hand slides back to my bow, which was strapped to my back. My other hand reaches for my arrows, grasping it gently to not destroy it's delicate frame. I pull my weapon in front of me and aim the arrow at my enemy.

He meets my gaze a second too late. An arrow produces through his chest, making his eyes grow dark. His weight drags his corpse down to the earth. Dirt kicks up into the air as his coffin forms beneath his body.

I smile at my work, just to discover another orc charging from the side. I twirl to the side, dodging his attack. I quickly produce another arrow and shoot it at the orc, who was still recovering from his failed attack. His body collapses next to his brother, who matted into the ground in it's perfect spot.

I pull out another arrow, glancing around. I waited for another invader to come out. My breathing levels out as I start to grow restless. I normally am patient, but something was driving me towards restlessness.

Once I discovered the area being clear, I place my arrow back into it's quiver and return my bow to it's rightful place on my back. I retain my pace, walking around the corpses that were staining the ground a darker brown.

After a couple feet of walking, I began to carefully pick out the intruders from my hair. I sigh, realizing more leaves have managed to cling to my long hair. I work frantically to remove them from my hair.

My eyes scan my surroundings. The trees sway back and forth, acting as if they were talking to me. The sun seeps through the branches, giving enough light to navigate the deep forest.

I continue through the forest, unsure about what I would find ahead of me. I think about my motivation for going into this forest in the first place, but simply loose my train of thought.

I felt like I was being watched.

My hand returns to the comfort of my bow. At the touch I hear a rustle combining from a tree next to me. I pull out my bow and an arrow rapidly, keeping a watch on the tree, which appeared to be a normal oak.

I start hearing more rustling coming from the nature around me. My eyes dart back and forth, trying to match anything to the sudden change of behavior in my surroundings.

I load my arrow up to my bow. "Come out." I simply say.

At once a hoard of elves show through the area around me. All of them held their own mark, aimed right at me. I aim mine at the closest one, a she-elf with brown hair and blue-green eyes. She keeps a solemn face as she addresses me.

"Put down you weapon." She orders.

"What gives you authority to make me put down my weapon?" I comment back.

She show bewilderment in her face before it grows serious again. "I am leader over the guard, which are these people surrounding you."

I take a quick glimpse around to catch many of the elves faces. Many of them also reflected seriousness.

I lower my bow. "Alright, but tell me where I am."

The she-elf doesn't lower her weapon. "You are at the boarders of Mirkwood, land of the woodelves."

I nod in understanding. The elf puts down her weapon and approaches me slowly.

"May I ask what you business is being here?"

I sigh. "I am trying to find something."

"What?" She asks.

I look at her, pain starting to course within me. She starts to show concern.

"I am looking for my identity."