Tuesday, February 9, 2016

The Heir to Erebor: Chapters Four and Five

Chapter Four

“Kili!” yelled Fili.
Tauriel couldn’t see what happened, but she knew he must have been injured. She soon saw an 
orc with its sword raised, about to stab Kili, she shot an arrow at the orc and Kili turned to look. 
She shot another orc as it made its way towards Kili. Then she stabbed an orc near her and cut of 
the head of another orc.
“Kill her! Kill the She-Elf!” the biggest orc shouted in their foul language.
Then more Elves appeared and helped her fight. Legolas shot one orc through the head and then 
cut some more down.
She heard Kili moan and turned to see him back in a barrel. She then heard an orc and turned, it 
stuck its arm through her bow holding a knife and tried to stab her, and she whipped around and 
knocked it into the river.
She and Legolas fought side by side at the gate, until the orcs started to follow the Dwarves.
As they floated down river she and some other Elves followed them and killed some orcs on the 
way. Tauriel tried not to laugh as Legolas tried to keep his balance standing on two of the 
Dwarves’ heads while shooting orcs.
“Show off.” She muttered as she stabbed and orc with her knife.
She then saw her father throw a sword at an orc that was behind Legolas and had lifted its sword 
to kill him. Why would her father save Legolas?
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 “Welcome Tauriel.” Said Thranduil from his throne.
Little Tauriel stared, amazed at how big the room was and was a little scared being brought to 
the king.
“Tell me, how is it you came here?” he asked.
“My village was attacked by orcs. My mother-she is an Elf-and I fought hard. She fell during the 
fight and told me to take my sister and brother out and to hide in the woods, to travel until we…”
She stopped herself, she couldn’t tell him that they were looking for their mother’s father or 
mention their father for then he might ask whom it was. But she had to say their father was dead 
and maybe he would not ask.
“Until we found our distant relations and to stay with them and they would send for our 
father…but he found us and was killed.” She lied.
“And where are your brother and sister might I ask?” King Thranduil replied.
“My brother was taken by an orc pack and probably dead by now, my sister was swept down 
river and most likely drowned.” Tauriel held back tears, she knew her father was alive and never 
did find them, but he might as well have been dead. She gave Lyra her locket that had a picture 
of their mother and father since she was so little and she never wanted her to forget their faces, 
now that locket was lost forever along with Lyra.
“Gladir!” Thranduil called a guard forward, “Take Tauriel to the training ring.”
She followed him and then impressed many of the men with her fighting skills. Legolas and she 
would even fight for fun.
Thranduil became fond of her and took her in. She learned the skills to fight like an Elf instead of 
a dwarf-which some of the Elves said she fought like even though she fought well, and became 
one of Thranduil’s soldiers.
During one battle, she sacrificed herself for Legolas. An orc was about to stab him when she got 
in the way and the orc slashed her stomach. Tauriel bent over and held it as Legolas finished the 
orc off.
“Hiril vuin (My Lady) Tauriel!” he gasped with one arm around her.
“Leave Legolas, for I cannot.” She breathed.
Legolas slipped his arm under arm knees and picked her up. He carried her to his white horse 
Gael. Then they rode back to Mirkwood, she awoke in her own bed and was stuck there for a two 
weeks.
One day, as she was resting, there was a knock at her door.
“Enter.” She moaned, thinking it was Legolas.
“You should not give Legolas false hope.” Said Thranduil as he entered.
Tauriel tried to sit up quickly, but failed and laid back down.
“I do not understand.” She replied.
“I have come to tell you I am making you Captain of the Guard, but I ask one thing.” Thranduil 
stood by the window and gently pushed the curtain back, “Do not hurt Legolas by making him 
think you have affections for him. He has become fond of you, and I would hate to see you bring 
him sorrow.”
Tauriel was deeply offended, but she wanted Thranduil out of her room.
“Yes my Lord.” She replied bowing her head slightly.
Thranduil walked over to her bed and felt her head gently with his palm and the back of his hand.
“You are terribly warm, rest.” He commanded and then left.
She understood he cared for her and did think of her as his daughter, but it still hurt what he said. 
Thranduil ruled over Mirkwood, but he would never rule over her heart! She wanted to please 
him though and continue to live in Mirkwood since there was nowhere else for her to go.
For years since then she tried to stop doing whatever it was she did to win Legolas’s affections, 
but her friendship and just being herself seemed to be the problem; and she couldn’t stop at that.
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She ran through the woods, after King Thranduil commanded her to leave the throne room while 
he was interrogating an orc and she found out the arrow that hit Kili was poisoned, she knew 
what she had to do. Kili was all she had left of her sister since they were so close as children.
Tauriel could only imagine what would happen, she knew the risks. Thranduil would most likely 
banish her, ashamed of her behavior after he took her in and treated her as a daughter, but her 
real father was headed for the mountain and her cousin was dying and Elvish healing was surly 
the only way to save him.
She came to the place where she lost sight of her sister Lyra, a deer lay dead nearby. She stopped 
for a moment and thought of Lyra. She looked just like their father only with the softer 
complexion an Elf had. Tauriel was always jealous of her siblings, they looked the most like 
their father and she more of their mother.
Suddenly, she heard a faint noise behind her. She slowly reached her hand up, then quickly 
grabbed and arrow from her quiver and put it in place and whipped around to face her enemy and 
look him in the eye before shooting.
“I thought you were an orc.” She said in Elvish, her aim still locked.
“If I was an orc you’d be dead.” Legolas replied with his aim locked as well. They both lowered 
their aim. “You cannot hunt thirty orcs on your own.”
“But I am not on my own.” Tauriel replied with a mischievous smile on her face.
Legolas smiled, “You knew I would come.”
Tauriel smiled and then turned away.
“The king is angry Tauriel, for six hundred years my father has protected you, favored you, you 
defied his orders.” Legolas said sternly as he walked up her, “You betrayed his trust!”
Tauriel hated how Legolas was talking to her like she was a naughty child. Elves’ time is 
different from ours, so six hundred years could have meant a short amount of time for us (Just a 
guess).
“Come back with me…” Legolas said in Elvish, “…he will forgive you.”
“But I will not.” Tauriel replied in Elvish, “If I go back, I will not forgive myself.” Then she 
spoke in English, “The king has never let orc filth roam our lands, yet he would let the orc pack 
cross our boarders and kill our prisoners.”
“It is not our fight!” Legolas insisted.
“It is our fight!” She said getting a little annoyed, “It will not end here! With every victory this 
evil will grow! If your father has his way we will do nothing! We will hide within our walls, live 
our lives away from the light, and let darkness descend. Are we not part of this world? Tell me, 
when did we let evil become stronger than us?”
Legolas sighed and started walking ahead of her, “I cannot go back without you, so I must go 
with you.”

Chapter Five

“Tauriel? Where’s Mama?” asked Lain wide-eyed.
"She is still at home, she will join us soon, and so will father.” Tauriel replied, she couldn’t bring 
herself to tell him that their mother was murdered in cold blood.
“I’m hungry.” Moaned Lyra with tears in her eyes, “I want Papa!”
“We must keep walking, we shall find food soon.” They ran out of the village so fast they never 
had time to gather food.
For months Tauriel had gathered plants and anything edible. Some humans showed pity on a 
young Elf trying to keep her baby brother and sister alive and gave them food, others dismissed 
them.
“Why do some people help us and others do not?” asked Lyra.
“That is just how the world is. There is good people and bad people. Where there is bad there is 
good to try and overcome it.” Tauriel replied.
Ever since they left their village Tauriel had written their mother and father’s name into the dirt 
or in a notebook Tauriel had left in her bag. She had an oval shaped locket that their parents gave 
to her for her birthday with a small painting of each of them inside, Tauriel would point at the 
mother and say her name and then their father and say his name. She gave the locket to Lyra so 
she would never forget their faces-since she was a little younger than Lain.
“Why couldn’t aunt and uncle stay to help protect us?” asked Lain.
“Aunt Dis is pregnant, and they wanted to tell some distant relations in person. I overheard her 
telling father. If they stayed they might have died.” Tauriel replied.
“Like Mama?” asked Lain.
“Mother didn’t die.” She lied.
“Tauriel, Lyra’s asleep, and I’m smart. It’s clear she died.” Lain replied crossing his arms.
“It was not your burden to bear.” Tauriel looked down at her feet.
"She’s my mama too. It is yours, mine, and Lyra’s burden. It’s best though that Lyra doesn’t 
know, it might scare her.” Lain was already started to grow up a little more.
A week later, it was early afternoon when they made it to a house in a meadow outside the 
woods. It seemed nice and safe, but Tauriel learned never to trust anyone.
“Can we stop here?” asked Lyra; who Tauriel was carrying on her back.
So they walked up to the doors-which were huge-and Tauriel knocked. A tall man opened it and 
looked down at them. He had a shirt on wide open and was-according to Lain-very hairy.
“Please sir, my brother and sister and I are very tired. Might we rest here?” Tauriel begged.
Suddenly Lain, who was holding her hand, passed out from not sleeping for almost a week. 
Tauriel bent over to help him up, but the man picked him up. Lain looked so small in the man’s 
big hands.
“Come, rest yourselves.” Said the man motioning with his head for them to come in.
“Thank you sir.” Tauriel replied with Lyra asleep on her back.
“My name is Beorn.” He laid Lain down on a soft bed of hay.
There were many animals roaming around the house. Goats, cows, mice, and even many smaller 
creatures. As well as bumblebees that were as big as Lain’s hand (Which was pretty small but 
bigger than normal sized bumblebee).
Tauriel set Lyra down and walked over to the table where Beorn had sat down.
“How far is Mirkwood from here?” she asked.
“That forest is too dangerous for young children. What do you seek there?” Beorn asked.
“My mother’s father lives there. We would be safe there and send a message to our father telling 
him where we were.” Tauriel had tried looking for her father and wanted to keep doing so, but 
the twins couldn’t last forever travelling. They needed rest.
“You should not go there without help.” Beorn warned.
“I have been protecting them for months on my own. I think I can handle it.” She felt confident, 
but doubted herself just a little bit.
He got up and grabbed what looked to be a map and, with a pen, drew something on it.
“Here is the path to Mirkwood. I can provide you with ponies to get you there, but send them 
back, they will find their way. Once you enter the forest do not stray from the path or you shall 
be lost forever.” Beorn warned again, “You must rest.”
“No, I should stay up.” She had not slept at all since they left. For months she forced herself to 
stay awake.
“You are far more tired than they. You will be safe here.” Beorn replied.
Tauriel yawned and went over to join her family on the hay and fell fast asleep.
She awoke to find she had slept a whole day. It was about ten o’clock the day after, she stood up 
to find Lyra and Lain talking with Beorn at the table eating breakfast.
Once they had finished eating, Tauriel felt more refreshed than she had been in forever. They 
found two ponies saddled with bags of supplies. Beorn helped Lain onto one of them and Tauriel 
helped Lyra get on one and then joined her.
Beorn came over to her pony, “Remember what I told you.”
She nodded, “Once we are at the edge of the forest, send the ponies back. Do not stray from the 
path.”
“Good luck to you, young Elf.” Said Beorn.
Then Tauriel started off with Lain following her on his pony. She followed the map and rode fast 
once Lain felt used to his pony so he could keep up.
After a day or two of riding non-stop (Lain wasn’t too happy about that) they came closer to the 
edge of the forest.
Lain’s pony suddenly fell. As Lain tumbled off, Tauriel saw that there was an arrow in the 
pony’s hip. She turned and saw twenty orcs and three huge wolves making their way towards 
them! Tauriel whipped out her bow and pulled and arrow from her quiver and then shot any orc 
that came near them.
A giant bear came out of the woods the orcs were in and started attacking the lot of them. The 
ones riding the wolves were able to get past the bear though.
Lain ran for Mirkwood, but an orc riding a wolf grabbed him and carried him back with the other 
riders in the opposite direction of the bear, but towards the same woods. Tauriel kept trying to 
shoot him down, but he didn’t fall until she shot him in the neck. Another orc riding another wolf 
next to him grabbed Lain before the orc fell.
Tauriel reached for another arrow, but her quiver was empty, she reached again, hoping she was 
wrong, but there were no more. She watched helplessly as the orcs disappeared with her brother.
“Tauriel.” Said a voice filled with worry, “Tauriel.”
She shook herself out of it, she was standing by the river and staring at it. She turned and looked 
at Legolas.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
“Yes, I have these moments where I remember things from my past.” She replied and then glared 
at him, “We do not speak of this to anyone!”
He smiled and laughed, “Not a word. Who is Lain might I ask?”
“What?” she asked, not understanding.
“You were muttering the name.” He replied.
 “Lain is my brother, or rather was.” She replied.
“Lain, unusual name for an Elf.” Legolas commented. Tauriel didn’t correct him, so far no one 
knew of her father being a dwarf and her being half dwarf.
“Why have you been so distracted, Tauriel?” Legolas asked.
“I have been haunted with the mistakes I’ve made. I wasted all my arrows and let orcs take my 
brother, I let my sister fall into the river-this river-and drown. For so long I’ve made mistakes 
that got my family killed, when will it end?” Tauriel admitted. Legolas may have been the only 
person she trusted. When she was young she told everything to Fili and had no friends outside of 
the family. Legolas was the only person, “That is why for so long I’ve carried two quivers filled 
with arrows.”
“You never told me you had a brother or sister.” Legolas commented.
He then knew that Thranduil must not have told him. She had told King Thranduil when she first 
arrived, she wondered why he didn’t tell Legolas, but-then again-they were not as close as some 
fathers and sons were, Like Lain and their father.
“I wanted to try and forget, but I never forgave myself and I never forgot. I swore that if any of 
my family should come my way again I and if I knew one of them was in danger I would never 
turn my back on them.” She replied as they started walking a bit.
“But you didn’t turned your back on your brother or sister.” He pointed out.
“But I didn’t try harder to save them!” She wanted to tell him that her father was headed for 
Laketown with her cousins and one of them was dying, but she was not sure if she could tell him 
without him hating her forever. When he was younger he had always wanted to meet a dwarf, 
but now he was older and thought were as bad as Thranduil made them sound.
What is it with you and these dwarves?” Legolas asked.
There was a time when you would have loved to chase after dwarves.” She smiled playfully.
He smiled as well, “I was young, and so were you. We’ve both grown.”
She rolled her eyes and ran ahead a bit. Then they were off again. She wished it could always be 
like this, since she came to Mirkwood it was hard to pull those two a part they had been best 
friends since then. Sadly, she knew that something would happen to him. It seemed that 
something bad happened to everyone she loved.

Monday, February 1, 2016

The Heir to Erebor: Chapters Two and Three

Chapter Two

For years he looked for them, but his children were never found. He almost gave up on everything. He resented everyone and everything. He stayed at his sister’s since his home was too painful to look at.
One day, he sat in his chair next to the fireplace and Dis came up to him.
“Brother, could you pick the boys up for me?” She asked ever so sweetly.
“Dis, I cannot. I can no longer walk to that school.” He spat.
Some of the buildings were rebuilt, the school was still in one piece and looked as it had when he left.
Dis put her hands on her hips, “Kili said he could never go to that school without Lyra, but he went! Please.”
“Dis-“
“Thorin,” she interrupted, “it is almost my time. I’d rather not have to handle two sons who are such rascals when I feel like I’m hiding all the gold of Erebor inside me!”
Thorin looked at her round belly, he knew she was nervous since Kili almost died in child birth he was so small. He sighed and got out of his chair and grabbed his coat.
When he arrived he saw Fili sitting alone under a pine tree while all the other children were in groups talking-which was unusual for Fili.
“Fili.” Thorin called.
Fili looked up and his smile became bigger than his face (Not sure how that is possible). He ran to Thorin and gave him a hug. Thorin didn’t have the heart to hug his sister’s son in return, but he gave him a small hug anyway.
“Where is your brother?” Thorin asked, worried about a repeat of what happened the day he left.
“He ran back inside to get some school books.” Fili replied looking sad.
“What is wrong, my sister’s son?” he asked.
“Uncle, I miss Tauriel! She was my best friend!” Fili tried not to burst into tears.
Thorin gave him a real loving hug. “I know, Fili. I miss them too. I wish I could find them, but they are gone.”
“We should get Kili.” Said Fili wiping a tear from his face.
Thorin nodded and they went into the school building. They found Kili punching the two boys who were bothering him before and running around so they would catch him. He grabbed a pencil and used it as an arrow in Lyra’s old bow-Thorin gave it to him since he was fond of his cousin. It hit one of the boys, but didn’t hurt them. Kili grabbed a slat and broke it on another boy’s head. The boy he hit with the pencil grabbed Kili and was about to throw him into a desk, but Thorin grabbed the boys’ shirt collars with each hand and dropped them outside the school.
“Uncle!” Kili cried gratefully as he ran to hug him.
Thorin’s heart melted and hugged Kili. “Very foolish, but very brave.”
“They said Lyra couldn’t stand me so she ran away with her siblings and that she was a wicked crossbreed, whatever that means.” Said Kili crying.
Thorin picked him up and smiled, “Don’t ever listen to people who are filled with hate, show people kindness and-if it’s the right person-they will show kindness in return.”
Thorin held Kili with one arm and made sure to have a free hand for Fili to hold. He realized that he may have lost his family, but his sister’s sons needed him. He still had family and he had to be there for them.
Chapter Three

Let us skip many years. To an older Tauriel. One who lost her siblings because of the worst mistake she ever made.
She stood by the river and closed her eyes. She could see Lain stretching out his arm to her as he got carried away by an orc, screaming her name. She saw Lyra trying to swim upstream to her, Tauriel couldn’t reach her though. Then, as she wondered into Mirkwood as the sun fell some orcs began to attack. She fought with every breath that was in her body! Suddenly, Elves surrounded her and fought alongside her. When the fight was won, she fell to her knees; she had not slept since she lost Lyra down the river.
“You there.” Said a sharp voice.
Tauriel looked up and saw an Elf with long blonde hair riding what looked to be an elk like her father would hunt. He had sharp blue eyes and wore a gown made of fine silks and wore a crown of branches with berries on it.
“What is your name?” he asked sliding down from the elk and walking up to her.
She stood, her knees shaking, “Tauriel, my Lord.”
Tauriel could tell he must have either been a king or lord. He walked up to her. She tried with every bit of strength she had left to stand, but she soon fell and he caught her. He picked her up and set her on his elk, getting on behind her.
“We move.” He ordered his men, and Tauriel fell asleep.
When she woke up and was in a fancy room. Golden curtains, wooden walls and wooden beams. Cotton sheets and a fireplace with a big fire burning. It look like how she imagined living inside a tree would be like.
She tried to sit up but someone pushed her down.
“Lie still.” It was a boy with long blonde hair, his face softer than the man’s she came across in the forest.
“Who are you?” she asked.
“Legolas Greenleaf, son of Thranduil.” He replied smiling as he held a cloth against her head, “And you?”
“Tauriel.” She replied, she heard the story of Thranduil, he turned his back on her father’s people when the dragon Smaug took Erebor. If she were found out, the king could kill her or throw her back.
“Where is your family?” Legolas asked and he bandaged her hand.
“Orcs attacked my home, my family is dead.” She lied. She knew her father was sure to be alive, but Lain and Lyra must have been dead.
“You are safe here Tauriel. My father found you and he said you are welcome to stay.” His smile reminded her of her father, it warmed her heart.


“Tauriel!” called a voice.
Tauriel shook herself out of her daydream and turned to see Legolas.
“Yes?” she asked.
Legolas laughed, since she became Captain of the Guard-a great honor bestowed to her by Thranduil-she would go off alone every chance she could to get away and think of what she had lost. She promised herself the day she first lived in Mirkwood that when she was older she would find her father.
“Wake up, do I need to remind the Captain of the Guard that it is time to go on patrol?” he said still laughing. He only ever laughed or smiled when he was with Tauriel.
“I am coming.” She said and she ran past him.
When they reached the gates, Legolas took a group of Elves on the patrol and Tauriel went off on her own with the horn she was given to call in case of anything.
She hid in one of the trees, when she placed her hand on it for support she felt something sticky. She looked and found it was a spider web, one that must come from a huge spider.
“They have come down from the mountain.” She whispered to herself.
Suddenly, she heard Legolas’s horn. She had to go help, he must have found the spiders.
As she hopped from tree to tree, she looked below and saw a dwarf trying fight off a spider without a weapon. Tauriel had to get to Legolas and the others, but she knew she had to help this wanderer.
Tauriel jumped off a tree and onto one spider’s back, as she jumped off it and was in midair she shot another one in the back and landed on the ground and stabbed it in the eye. Then whipped around as the one she jumped on came closer and whacked it in the face twice with her knife before stabbing it in the head. Tauriel then whipped around again and shoot the one the dwarf was fighting in the eye. He turned and looked at her, she tried to remain expressionless like some of the Elves taught her too. The dwarf looked like a face from her past-deep in the past.
A second later she heard another spider behind her and whipped around and whacked it in the face with her bow and then cut it in the face with her dagger.
“Throw me a dagger!” the dwarf shouted, “Quick!”
The spider bit on her bow and she held it there like that for a moment.
“If you think I am giving you a weapon dwarf, you’re mistaken!” she shouted as she quickly stabbed the in front of her in the head and then threw a knife at the one headed towards the dwarf right in the eye!
He stared at her in the eye in amazement. He must have never seen a female fight like a man before. He had brown hair and not much of a beard. His chocolate brown eyes were those she had seen before. It was nagging her mind.
She pulled out some bonds and forced him to turn around and tied his hands.
“Are these your woods? Sorry for the intrusion but it’s a short cut.” Said the dwarf.
“A short cut to what? Mushrooms?” she said sarcastically, but very serious.
“Funny.” He muttered annoyed.
Tauriel push him forward to join the others. She finally found them with a bunch more dwarves.
“Kili! Shouted another dwarf with blonde hair and a beard braided.
Another dwarf next to him turned to see Kili. He had brown/black hair and blue eyes, Tauriel pretended to trip so it would look like she wasn’t in shock.
“Are you alright?” Legolas asked in Elvish and helped her up.
“Yes, I just tripped.” Tauriel replied in Elvish standing up, “Where did these dwarves come from?”
“I do not know.” Legolas replied. He went on to help the other Elves check the dwarves for weapons.
Tauriel kept watch to make sure no dwarves tried to run, the one she had saved would not stop looking at her. She looked away and walked casually towards them.
“Kili, what are you staring at?” the blonde one asked.
“Haven’t we seen that Elf before, Fili?” the dwarf who went by Kili asked.
“Granted, she looks familiar, but don’t stare.” Said the dwarf Fili.
“Do not speak!” she snapped to keep from showing emotion.
She remembered a young dwarf she went to school with, who defended his little brother and Lyra with the help of Lain.
She went over to Legolas. He turned to her and spoke in Elvish, “Are the spiders dead?”
“Yes, but more will come.” Tauriel replied in Elvish, “They’re growing bolder.”
“My Lord,” called another Elf. Legolas went over to him and the Elf held out a sword made by their kin.
“This is an ancient Elvish blade.” Legolas said in Elvish as he held it up, “Forged by my kin.” He turned to the dwarf in fur who Tauriel recognized, “Where did you get this?”
“It was given to me.” said the dwarf in a stern untrusting voice.
Legolas held it to the dwarf’s throat, “Not just a thief, but a liar as well!”
He then commanded that the dwarves be taken to King Thranduil. The elves pushed them forward. Tauriel walked on the outside next to the dwarf in fur, he was staring at her as well, but she knew why. She had a mix of her father’s blue eyes and her mother’s brown eyes. In some light they looked blue, in other’s they looked a light brown. The most unusual thing was that sometimes they even looked green. The rest of her looked like her mother.
“Unless you want to fall on your face, I suggest you watch where you are going.” Tauriel said sternly.
“I do not take orders from an Elf!” he snapped back.
“I’d watch your tongue, Thorin Oakenshield. King Thranduil will not take kindly to you enough as it is.” She advised.
“How is it you have come by my name?” he said with hate.
“Tauriel!” Legolas called.
She turned and looked at Thorin’s face as it went pale. Then she ran ahead to join Legolas.
“Why do you speak to these dwarves?” he asked.
“To warn them of what they are in for.” She smirked.
He smiled back and they walked forward together in silent.


While one of the guards took Thorin to King Thranduil, Tauriel stood guard to keep an eye on things. Many of the dwarves shouted insults at her, all but Fili and Kili of course.
Finally the guard then brought Thorin back and locked him up. After he left, Tauriel got up and as she walked by his cell he grabbed her arm. She tried to pull away, but couldn’t.
“Let go of me!” she snapped.
“You don’t need to pretend.” Thorin said in a soft voice, she stopped struggling, “Lellig (My daughter).”
Tauriel said nothing. She wanted to run away, but she also wanted to hug her father and melt into a puddle of tears.
“You never came, you left me and the twins to fend for ourselves.” She replied quietly so none of the other dwarves could hear her. Her voice was bitter, “I watched mother die and fought to protect Lain and Lyra!”
“The twins, where are they?” Thorin begged.
“Lain was taken by orcs when they attacked and Lyra was swept down river. They’re dead.” She said sinking to her knees.
“Tauriel, Henig (My child).” He said taking her hand.
Tauriel pulled away and ran. Thorin called after, with so much pain and agony in his voice, it was like he was losing her all over again.
She ran into Legolas, he grabbed her, she wouldn’t meet his eyes.
“Tauriel, what is wrong?” he pressed, “Who has hurt you?”
She shook her head and ran off crying, Legolas followed her.
“Please Legolas,” she cried as she ran away, “let me be alone!”
She ran to the woods and hugged her knees and breathed heavily. For so long she was able to forget, but now she was remembering things, it was like she was becoming able to feel something again.
Hours later, Tauriel sat in the hallway in disbelief, she had always dreamed of her father one day finding her, but never thought she would find him.
She thought about her conversation with Lord Thranduil. How could she make Legolas not become fond of her?
“Come Tauriel!” said one of the soldiers, “Join the celebrations!”
“I do not feel much for festivities at the moment.” She replied, “I shall go and check on the dwarves.”
“There’s no need to worry!” he replied, “They are locked up and there is no way for them to escape!”
“Nevertheless.” She replied walking away.
“You never stop working do you?” he called behind her.
She walked down to the dungeons to check on the dwarves. They whispered to each other. She was able to avoid Thorin and walked past Kili’s cell and noticed he was holding a stone of sorts.
She soon started a small conversation with Kili and then was going to leave, when she realized Legolas was watching and thought of a plan. Tauriel continued to talk to Kili, Legolas did not know she and Kili were cousins. She could talk to Kili until Legoilas left and then tell Kili and truth.
“I do not even know your name.” said Kili when Legolas left.
She was about to say it, but then one of the soldiers came to take over.
“Not joining the festivities either?” she asked.
“Legolas requested I take over.” He replied.
Tauriel felt somewhat hurt that she had to deceive him like that, but she had to do it for his own sake.
She went out into the woods to think. She wanted so much to go with her father and cousins to Erebor-the home her father told many stories about, but even if her father would let her the other dwarves would never accept her. Since she was alone, she let herself feel again, tears slid down her face.
She was out for hours before she heard the alarm go off, the dwarves had escaped.

Another soldier soon found her, “Tauriel, the dwarves have escaped.”
“What!?” she gasped jumping up, “Let us go.” She soon ran into Legolas on the way-who had no idea the dwarves escaped.