A/N: This is my first pathetically short attampt at a fanfic so please comment. Also I (sadly) donut own The Hobbit otherwise I would not be haunted with nightmares about my math tests...(tear)

Namarie Tauriel

The hooded stranger is on the move again. Her long red hair blowing like a flame in the wind-her dark emeralds can bring you to your knees in the blink of an eye. An elf with an aim as true as her heart. She never remains in one place for long. Living up to her name she prefers to stay in the forest, where she is hidden from sight.

She was once my lover, but that was many centuries ago. The blood of the battle is thicker than the water of the womb. I fought with her, this love of mine, in a bloodbath filled with many cripple corpses and the blood of the wounded staining everything a deep red, making this love strong and eternal. Her broken, immortal body looked on as the life drained from my eyes at the hands of an orc.

She has never forgiven herself for what happened that day, for had she not screamed my name the orc would not have caught her by surprise, or so she believes. The once-brave warrior who fought so hard in a battle bordering Armageddon now spends every waking moment searching for an honourable death. Her heart praying for some way to join me amongst the dead.

Some nights she wakes screaming my name. Her nightmares are coming more and more often as she now fears going to sleep. I watch as they haunt her, consume her, and one day, I fear, become her. She deserves better, my true love. She deserves to be forgiven and a chance to move on, but she won't accept past. So I cry, or at least I want to because I know for as long as she lives she will never allow herself to be happy again...

My dear, sweet Tauriel. The heart that could not be tamed, only be loved, will never in all eternity know love again. So I say this with all my heart, and I hope someday she will accept it and find closure: Namarie Tauriel. Namarie meleth nin...

Namarie-Farewell

Meleth nin-My love