An Experiment Gone Wrong

Chapter 16- Lake Town

"Such is the nature of evil," Thranduil began walking circles around the Orc his son and Lillith captured. Legolas stood holding a knife to his neck as Tauriel and Lillith stood guard on each other side of him, ready to slaughter him if he made any moves towards their King. "Out there in the vast ignorance of the world is festures and spreads." 

Lillith watched Thranduil as he walked behind the Orc, blocking the only way down without fear of death from falling, "A shadow that grows in the dark, a sleeping malice as black as the oncoming dawn of night." 

The dark elf had to admit that Thranduil had a way with words. She can see where Legolas gets his charm from. Listening to his refined speech betrays the young look on his face. He spoke as if he had been alive thousands of years ago which she was surprised to find out was the case for his immortality kept him young. Lillith relied on magic to prolong her life, but even then it only prolonged it so much. Dark elves usually lived till 250 years, the oldest being 300 years old without magic. 

"So it ever was, so will it always be, in time all foul things come forth." Thranduil crossed his arms and stared down at the Orc who was seething - literally - with hate for the elves who had him captured instead of killed. 

Lillith listened as Legolas asked if he was chasing after a group of 13 dwarves to which her eyes widened when the Orc spat that it would be less once the poisonous blade they shot him with caused him to choke on it. Lillith watched as Tauriel pulled out her blade, clearly angered by the Orc speaking in his own tongue at her. 

"I would not antagonize her," Legolas spat to the Orc filth.

Lillith watched with curiosity where this was going to go. She knew that Tauriel had some kind of feelings for the dwarf the Orc was referring to and she could see the anger and hate in Tauriel's eyes. "You like death Orc," she started, staring him down with each word. "You like killing things? Then let me give it to you!" Tauriel cried out lunging at the Orc, her dagger close enough to his chest that the Orc could feel the metal touching his skin, but Tauriel paused when King Thranduil called out for her to stop. 

The dark elf silently released the breath she had been holding and took a step forward. She was there when Thranduil told Tauriel to leave them. Tauriel looked at her King but hesitantly did as he asked, and Lillith could see the pain on her face. She wanted revenge and she wanted to help the Dwarf she had fallen for so quickly. "Tauriel come with me," she said grabbing the woman she had come to call a sister's hand and led her to her room. "Do you wish to help the Dwarf?" She asked quietly for fear of someone overhearing her. 

Tauriel looked into Lillith's eyes with the most desperate look she had ever seen Tauriel have. It was full of love and concern which confused Lillith. How could she have fallen for someone she once hated so quick? Shaking these thoughts away Lillith smiled and took Tauriel's other hand, smiling, she reassured her that she could whip up something in no time to cure the dwarf with Tauriel's help. She had no idea what a Morgul blade was but Tauriel knew, and with her knowledge they started working on a medicinal potion that would cure him. 

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Not long after that Tauriel and Lillith left into the forest. They were headed to find where Mara and the other dwarves had gone. There were a couple of herbs they were missing to perfect the potion but Tauriel assured her they would find them on the way to which Lillith obliged. She grabbed a long katana-like sword that she knew Mara would want back. It was lost to her when they fell through the portal but Lillith had run across it one day while out on patrol and they fell an army of orcs outside their borders. She also grabbed her dragonbone daggers that Mara had crafted for her, she never went anywhere without them. 

Meanwhile Mara was sitting on the barge pretending to be from Thranduil's realm. She had changed into one of the elvish outfits that the elves had gifted her from Rivendell, blushing the whole time as she could feel eyes upon her as she changed on the small boat. Once she was done changing she did her best to hide her bag from any prying eyes and fix her hair as well as she could to look like she was regal and had not just been white water rafting down the river.