I felt the sword impale me. The time seemed to stand still.
„Tauriel!", was the last thing I heard someone scream before I lost my consciousness. Legolas?
I lay there in the healing tent. At least that's what I suspected, regarding all those healers and the groaning soldiers on the floor.
„Tauriel?", I heard someone whisper, the same voice I heard before.
„Legolas", I whispered and watched him as he said down beside me. Slowly I tried to sit up.
He quickly steadied me as I winced.
„Lay down", he said but I shook my head.
„There's no need to", I replied and leaned into his arms. Gently he pulled me to him, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, burying my face in the crook of his neck.
„I thought you've died", he whispered, his voice thick of tears and stroke my hair. I tightened my arms around him.
„You can't get rid of me so easy", I whispered, smiling.
„Amin mela lle", he whispered then and kissed my lips.
„I will never leave you"