She nearly welps. Her throat feels like someone thrusted a knife in it and forgot to pull it out again. The sun burned on her skin like hellfire and still she was standing straight, concentrating on everything around her.
The forest in front of her seemed the only way to obviate another day of thirst and hunger.
Its only a forest. A voice in her starts resounding. It felt strange. It felt dark and dusty. It felt wrong going in there. But that darkness pulls her, pushing her, forcibly urging her inside.
She once again finds herselfe standing on the narrow brige of mania, the shores on her side beeing good sense and drive. Staying straight, looking perfectly controlled, perfectly disciplined, she is about not loosing herselfe, but starting following her instincts more than her head. She feels her muscles twitching beneath her skin, her heart racing her blood streaming, her eyes widening for only milimeters. In the real world walking gracefully in the woodland, in her innerselfe creeping forward like a blind child smelling its mother.
She can sense it. The water, the things...the flesh inside it. But this forest seemed dangerous. She does not care. Not now. Her scales, her soul, her heart. A dragon, does not have to feel fear. But it has to feel the pray. And she does.
But she doesn't feel like a dragon right now. She feels so much. She wants so much. She wants the sun shining nicely on her skin instead of her scales , she wants wind in her her, birds singing and lonely silence. Someone to talk to. She wans to play chess, read a book or...just feel the warm tender breeze of music floating throught her body. How long hasn't she felt something like this? Sensed something like this? For now...only not to die counts.
He could feel it.
Thranduil turns and looks outside.
Since how many centuries hasn't he felt that feeling anymore? A strange feeling. Something has just entered his woods. Something mighty, althought still young and not that dangerous. But that, he does not know. He wasn't even shure about the fact that something came or not. He was to far away. But it was something. Something inside him moving. His left cheek burning and hurting.
He places a hand on it. Having a bewildered look in his eyes.
„My Lord?"
The elve behind him more concerned than confused.
„It's nothing." he shuts him up, turning away, looking outside again.
He hadn't thought of her since ages. But she was dead now for to long time to hurt him anymore. So he feels nothing than a confusing impression of why his heart skips beats and his head imagining things of her, of this...coming into his forest.
„I'm just...a little concerned." Thranduil finally says, still not looking at the elve behind him.
„There is no reason my Lord. You'l be home soon. Leaving your throne for three days won't change to much my majesty."
Althought he knew it is nothing like this, wich worried him he still turns his head to his guard, giving a tiny smile and nods.
„Of course not" he says, leaving to go outside, arranging his thoughts.
There was so much in her head. So much to think about, so much feelings to feel so much voices to her but she rather hears, feels or thinks about anything. She's just wandering around. Noiseless jumping over small sticks on the ground wich could give her away. She was once more a hunter. But it's something else this time. She's tired. Exhausted. Her eyes nearly dropping down, her heart beating once in a minute. That is indeed not a unregular heartbeat for a dragon but still not good for her, having something human inside her. Breathing hurts with every time she does, her lungs painfully stinging. It's only her body, somekind of walking by itself dragging her forward, where she can hear the water of a small river and where she can feel her pray. She wouldn't care what it was as long as it was something she could eat and feel between her sharp teeth, eating it raw if necassary. She stopped. There it was. The sweet scent of flesh. Of something to keep her moving. She feels her view yet again getting sharper, as she could see through the tight wall of leafs over her. There was something moving. It was fast and it was tall. And it wasn't just one of them. She focuses on the closest. The huner in her rising, making her growl as loud as only she could hear it. There it was. Directly in front of her. She trembles as she carefully takes her sword out of its sheath.
„I Am sorry. So endlessly sorry. But I need you. Now." she whispers.
Tauriels eyes widening as she sees her hunting the huge spider.