A/N: Just a heads up, some (most) of the details in this story won't be accurate to where some of you Tolkien nerds will gladly point out and give me some long lecture. Also it won't one-hundred percent follow the original story line.
Also I don't own the Hobbit, LOTR or Middle Earth in general.

Also I hate opening stories with a past scene that leads up to a present scene, just not my style, but here you go and I hope you all enjoy!

The Daughter and Prince of the Forest
by twilight . memoirs

Chapter One

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Hundreds of years ago…..

"Mother, this is scary..." The young elfling cried out in a pant. The said mother frowned slightly at her daughter's gift of observation. Now it was proving to be a misfortune on her side. "I know little one, it is a bit scary, but exhilarating is it not?" The Elleth tried anything and everything to keep her daughter from panicking also trying to keep everything from going hectic and out of control. But now she feared that the worst was inevitable. Her daughter and she continued to run as fast as their legs could carry them.

"Kind of…but where's Father and all the others? He said that he'll be with us shortly-" The mother cut off her child's question as she pulled her out of the path of an arrow aimed directly at her. In return the Elleth nocked the arrow in her own bow with lightning speed and shot the arrow back towards the sender. She took a few seconds to survey the situation and how to handle the whole ordeal.

Looking back she could only see the worst scenario about to unfold before her innocent child's eyes.

She saw a whole wave of orcs coming towards them, coming from where she left her husband and the others. Her husband and the others at least managed to put this much distance between them. But not enough. Turning around and looking down at her daughter she decided that her husband's death would not be in vain. He died fighting to keep his daughter safe, she would do the same.

"Tauriel," She called to her daughter, taking her eyes away from the orcs charging towards them. She had her daughter look at her instead of the danger coming their way. "I want you to blow into this as hard and long as you can three times while I get rid of these filthy creatures." Tauriel's mother gave her a gentle and warm smile as she handed her a horn with a strap tied to it.

Tauriel barely nodded her head accepting the horn and stared at her mother with eyes filled with fear and unsurety.

"Now, I want you to climb up this tree as high as you can." Tauriel's mother had tears in her eyes as she kneeled to her daughter's eye level while placing her hands on her shoulders. Though her brave smile never faltered. Tauriel nodded her head in understanding. "Do not come down under any circumstances whatsoever."

"You're coming too right!?" Tauriel saw red when she realized her mother wouldn't be joining her up in the tree tops.
"No my sweet child, I'll be down here protecting you, but when I kill all these Orcs I'll join you shortly. Go now, make haste." She directed her child towards and up the tree. Tauriel hesitant at first started the task of climbing the towering tree. She looked down and peeked at her mother when she took note that those were the very same words her father spoke to her, and yet she hasn't seen him yet. But she continued to climb, obeying her mother's command.

Her little limbs lashed out in rebellion from her earlier sprint with her mother. But she urged her young little body past its breaking point. Tauriel climbed and climbed until she was finally at the top. She could see the Lonely Mountain and the sun starting to set.

Tauriel then remembered the horn strapped to her side. Grabbing the white horn Tauriel took a deep breath filling her lungs to full capacity before blowing with all her might into the horn. She did this three times, each one louder and more urgent. By the time the third cry from the horn came to a cease she could feel her head become light and her vision go black for a short while. Tauriel stood there wondering what would happen next.

Her elvish hearing enabled her to hear the sounds of what she assumed were orcs dying at her mother's hand. Tauriel's little heart beat furiously inside of her as she hesitantly started to climb down. Her hands shaking as she grabbed onto each branch and legs feeling that they'll give out at any moment. As she got the closer the sounds of battle were getting louder.

She knew she shouldn't disobey her mother's words, but the need to see her mother was too great. Climbing down slowly Tauriel stopped to the point where she could look down and see the battle unfold before her eyes and still be hidden by the golden leaves.

Tauriel spotted her mother unsheathing her daggers and start to slice through the orcs when she ran out of arrows, her bow tossed to the side. Tauriel was frozen with fear and awe as she watched her mother gracefully and lethally kill each and every orc that come close to her. She has never seen her mother in this state. Her mother stood out amongst the black and filthy creatures with her light colored clothing and golden hair.

Tauriel knew her mother had the ability to handle a bow and blade, but she never knew her mother had the skills of an aged warrior. Her mother moved with ease and grace as she progressed between the orcs, each one falling to the ground as she passed them.

Tauriel quickly noticed that a fresh new wave of orcs were quickly approaching, fifteen more at least. Tauriel then remembered her father and the others that were left behind where the orcs were now streaming from.

Her heart jumped into her throat and her eyes watered when she heard a cry escaping her mother's mouth. Flicking her head back to her right side she noticed an arrow sticking out from her mother's shoulder. Her jaw dropped and tears spilled over her cheeks when another arrow pierced her mother's shoulder.

Tauriel felt numb when she spotted thin trails of blood start to trek down her mother's arm and onto her daggers. But the look in her mother's eyes didn't bare pain or anguish they instead were filled with fury. Pulling the two arrows out of her shoulder Tauriel's mother grabbed her bow and shot them at the first orcs coming her way.

Tauriel could feel the time stop when her mother's gaze flickered towards onto her hiding in the trees.

Tauriel's teary eyes stared into her mother's warm earthy green eyes, embracing the merry feelings that emitted from those eyes. Those very same eyes that have scolded her, taught her, soothed her and praised her. Every fiber of her being wanted to run into her mother's safe and warm embrace.

Her mother gave her one last gentle and brave smile before charging towards the oncoming orcs. Tauriel couldn't bare to watch anymore, she couldn't. She was young and still naïve in various areas, but she wasn't foreign to the knowledge of death. Tauriel turned away and ducked, hiding her face into her knees as she crouched on top of the trees thick branch. Her young little heart felt physically pained by an unknown emotion to her, her head throbbing with each beat of her heart. She could still hear the cry of orcs, but thankfully none from her mother.

Then everything was silent.

Tauriel waited a few seconds before picking her head up. Hair sticking to her wet teared stained cheeks. Turning around Tauriel surveyed the area. Nothing made a single sound, nothing breathed or lived.

Tauriel's eyes desperately searching amongst the bodies for her mother. Quickly climbing down the tree Tauriel moved as fast as she could to reunite with her mother. Tauriel ran towards where she last saw her mother run before she hid herself away.

Finally Tauriel's eyes landed on a white figure laying on the ground amongst the dark themed ground. The little Elleth's legs moved on their own accord, for her eyes stayed trained onto her mother's lifeless form on the ground.

But as she came close to her mother, a hand snaked out and latched itself onto her ankle, its nails biting through her leggings and into her ankle.

"You little bitch…" The bloody creature gurgled out as he pulled onto Tauriel's leg. Tauriel gave out a yelp as his tug made her fall onto the ground. The Orc tried dragging Tauriel towards itself and gave out a screech and baring its razor sharp teeth, indicating to bite the little elf. Tauriel couldn't find her voice and kicked at the creature. The Orc opened its mouth wide and Tauriel readied herself to join the same fate as her mother.

Instead a pained screech violated her ears. Opening her eyes she saw the tip of an arrow coming out from in between the Orc's eyes.

Looking up she saw an army of elves racing towards them with their bows nocked and ready to shoot. For a second she thought they were going to shoot her, but she then noticed it was her kin.

Hey eyes darted towards a figure that rode on top of a tremendous elk that emerged from the trees. He wore a crown upon his head and had a blade at his side. For a split second little Tauriel felt drawn towards the figure as though he would protect her from all dangerous things.

But Tauriel instantly remembered her mother hastily crawled towards her figure and thrown herself on top of her mother. As if protecting her from the other elves. Little Tauriel clutched to her mother and dug her face into the crook of her neck, embracing the small things that her mother's lifeless body offered.

Her mother's soothing scent, the softness of her wavy golden hair and silkiness of her skin. But she noticed the lack of warmth her mother's skin usually radiated. Not temperature warmth that one could feel but one could see.

"Ier lle naikelea ai er?" (Are you hurt little one?)

Tauriel peeked up and saw the tall regal figure from before standing in front of her, but no blade in hand. Making him less intimidating. Tauriel slowly shook her head no, but stopped before slowly nodding. She did indeed feel hurt, her ankle hurt from the orc grabbing it, her back hurt from falling earlier, her hands were numb and calloused from climbing the tree earlier. But the inside of her chest hurt the most out of all. It was a feeling she could hardly describe, but it definitely hurt the most compared to the others. Identifying and recognizing the pain Tauriel snuggled her head back into the crook of her mother's neck.

The tall elf in front of her kneeled to her level and placed a soothing hand on her shuddering shoulders as she sobbed loudly into the forest air.

After some time has passed the king picked up the elfling who fell asleep atop her mother's body. He held the broken child close to him as he rode on his elk back to his kingdom. The king also ordered for his soldiers to gather the little elfling's mother's daggers and boy for the child out of respect.

Present

"Does it hurt to remember the scene of your mothers passing?"

Tauriel sitting on her legs broke her stare from the same tree that so many hundreds of years ago she climbed to hide from the orcs as her mother fought in battle. Turning her head she gave her friend and colleague a smile. "Not as much as it has so many years ago. I think back to it now and can only admire my mother's courage, and her heart to have done what she did. And of course her ability to wield the dagger."

Santiel gave Tauriel a smile in return. "If I was ever able to see your mother in the midst of battle I'm sure you are as good as your mother with a blade that you claim for her to be. Your skills with the blade surely mustn't go to waste. And you bow work is good, but not as good as your skill with a blade yet."

Tauriel rolled her eyes and knew where this conversation was heading, "How many times must we go over this? I've already dedicated my time and effort to becoming a healer, I'm not letting all these years I've trained to become one go to waste."

Tauriel stood and grabbed her basket filled with freshly picked herbs and started the small trek back to the kingdom. It would be supper time soon and she and Santiel have been out in the forest since morning collecting various herbs and plants since they were beginning to run low in supplies in the Halls of Healing.

Santiel grabbed hers as well and quickly followed behind Tauriel in haste. Santiel wearing a dress versus Tauriel wearing leggings and a tunic instead of a dress definitely gave Tauriel the advantage of maneuvering through the forest with ease.

"I'm not saying you should ignore your duty to becoming a healer, but what I am saying –and Sif fully agrees with me- that you should participate in the tryouts for the Woodland Guard this year. Sif being Second Lieutenant in the fourth or third guard unit…. or whatever she is in, could even put in a good word for you."

"It seems that you and Sif are continually trying to make me part of the Woodland Guard and direct me away from my desire of becoming a healer, am I that bad of a healer?" Tauriel asked her friend in sarcasm. Santiel then started griping about how Tauriel was also an amazing healer and that it wasn't fair for Tauriel to be good in so many areas.

But Tauriel drowned out her friends rant when her sensitive hearing picked up the sound of what seemed to be deranged cackling and high pitched screeches off in the distance.

Instinctively Tauriel placed one hand on her dagger for reassurance as her and Santiel drew closer to the strange sounds that only Tauriel could seem to hear.

"Sshhh." Tauriel stopped both her and Santiel in middle of the path way when Tauriel noticed that the sounds grew louder then all of a sudden stopped.

Santiel closed her mouth and stared at Tauriel waiting for a reaction noting Tauriel's sudden odd behavior. She knew something was about to happen. Both she and Tauriel could feel it.

"Must've been my imagination." Tauriel's body visibly relaxed taking her hand away from her daggers.
"Did you hear something- Dear Valar!" Santiel screeched the last part as she backed away suddenly with large eyes. Tauriel whirled around with her daggers drawn in each hand and was faced with the largest spider she has ever seen in her life.

She then recalled hearing about the guard seeing large spiders, but she didn't think they'd be this large and dangerous. By the looks of the spider it was easily larger than herself and Santiel.

"Eru Tauriel, I hope what I brag about your skills with the blade are true." Santiel drew away from Tauriel seeing that danger was heading her way.

The large arachnid hissed before charging towards Tauriel, two more suddenly appearing behind it as it charged. Tauriel remained calm and kept her mind clear of any fear. Side stepping the spider's sharp legs aimed at her. She stabbed its head before going into a series of ducks and twirls avoiding the other spider's sharp fangs that were dripping with venom.

"Tauriel above you!" Tauriel quickly peeked up after killing the second spider and noticed a herd of spiders in the treetops coming their way. Ten more at least.

"Santiel run!" But before Santiel even had the chance to run away from the danger a spider landed right in front of her resulting in scream.

Tauriel cursed under her breath, regretting leaving her bow back in her room seeing how it could come in handy at this moment. Tauriel flipped the dagger and held it by the blade before throwing it towards the spider in front of Santiel. Seeing her dagger hit its mark Tauriel quickly turned and stabbed the third spider behind herself in the neck.

Right as a spider was in midair leaping towards Tauriel, an arrow flew through its head and hit the other spider next to it, killing both spiders in it's path.

Looking into the treetops from where the arrow was shot Tauriel was able to identify the sender. She quickly realized that it was the Prince of the Woodland Realm and a whole unit of guards behind him. Relief instantly filled Tauriel as she watched the prince and his guard dispose of the spiders.

She has never seen the Prince or the guard in combat before but have heard many stories of the Princes fighting abilities. As she watched the Princes fighting style and abilities with both bow and knives she decided that they were by far exceeding the stories and descriptions she heard from others.

He moved with such fluidity and grace that she was transfixed on him and continued to watch in aspiration.

Santiel ran directly behind Tauriel feeling safe being near her friend who could protect her from danger. Tauriel still stood aware of her surroundings in case if a spider passed the Prince or one of his guards and came after her or Santiel. "See? You'd definitely fit in with these people." Tauriel only continued to watch and feel a small tinge of envy.

Tauriel then comprehended something. She was envious of the guards and how they fought. She wanted to be with them fighting to protect. Once seeing all the spiders disposed of Tauriel picked up her basket of herbs and plants before heading over towards the spider she threw her dagger towards to retrieve said weapon.

"Are you or your companion hurt my lady?" Tauriel turned at the sound of the Prince's voice, she gave a small bow before replying. "No my Lord, luckily enough I had my blades with me." Tauriel could feel her heart beat a little faster at the sudden presence of the Prince.

The Prince nodded, "My unit and I have been searching for this group of spiders and it seems we chased them directly towards you and your friend, my apologies."

"You and your company had no knowledge of my friend and I being in the way of your task, no one is at fault here." Tauriel looked up into the Princes eyes and took in every detail that she could. She has of course seen and heard the prince before, but never up this close.

The Prince nodded with a smile, "My company and I will accompany you and your friend back to the kingdom, as you have experienced it is unsafe for you two out here, even though it seems you're capable of handling yourself." Tauriel smiled at his compliment and nodded. Once again starting the trek back to the castle, this time with the Prince of the Woodland Realm beside her.

A/N: I'll just leave this here and hope to hear about your opinions through the reviews.

Since this is the first chapter I didn't really use any first person, but a mixture of second and third person. Next chapter I'm aiming to use first person through Tauriel and give some more information.