This pair is the main reason why I dread the last Hobbit movie...
Always Like This
The first time they meet, they are so, so young. But despite their inexperience with the world, she knows she loves him. And he loves her. At least, that's what she believes.
"Tauriel."
Hearing her name, the 150 year old elf glances to her right at her companion lying down beside her. His wild, dark hair frames mischievous blue eyes that stare deep into her own.
The sky is clear tonight and like on every clear skied night in their past, they're lying on their backs in a meadow of wild flowers. They had found the clearing when they were exploring one day, and since then, it has been their special place.
Closing her eyes, and after taking a moment to bask in the light of the stars she finally answers. "Yes, Khiiral?"
The male elf shrugs and grins with an outward cheerfulness unseen in most of their race. "Nothing, mellon-head. " he says, returning his attention to the sky.
Shaking her head at the terrible pun, Tauriel turns her gaze upwards as well.
"Are we gonna always going to be like this?" She wonders aloud.
"Like what?"
Tauriel looks towards him again, smiles gently, and arches an eyebrow at him. He rolls his eyes and props himself up on one arm. "Of course we are." He says. "Always like this."
"Khiiral!" Tauriel screams in horror and rage as the warg snaps the dark haired elf in its maw, and shakes him violently. Even from her distance, she can hear his bones snapping and muscles tearing.
Around her, the other elves leap forwards, an arrow piercing the warg's eye killing it instantly. But no heed is paid to the elf left dying in its teeth, jaws now stiff in death. The rest of their scouting party run nimbly forwards to drive off the rest of the warg pack. Tauriel is quickly left behind.
Rushing to his side, Tauriel desperately tries to remove him from the warg's teeth. She stops immediately when he lets out a weak cry of pain.
His hand moves feebly to touch her face, and Tauriel grasps it in her own as tightly as she can. "...riel," he murmurs weakly, a ghost of a mischievous grin on his face, " why so sad, Tauriel?" It is her first time seeing death clinging to someone she loves, and she doesn't know what to do or say. All that comes out of her mouth is his name, chanted over and over again.
"Tau..riel. Lay down." He says weakly, and in her shock, she obeys. "Alway...Tauriel."
Staring up at the sky above them, with him by her side, she realizes with a jolt what he's promising. She does not miss his last words: "Always like this."
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