Tauriel
He and I. Meant to be. True love. Even an elf can believe in that, right? I hope so. Because I love him. It doesn't matter that he's a dwarf and I'm an elf. What matters is us.
I started to like him when he talked to me at the cells. We faced each other. I had to look down through the bars, but then I sat. We talked about the stars, and his mother, and the mysterious stone he carried. I didn't know that I loved him then, but I could feel it in the back of my head. I could feel almost the… presence… of it. It was crazy how my views had changed so much.
We were still talking when Legolas Greenleaf came down. He was the Prince, my commander. I was only Captain of the Guards. When I said in Elvish to Legolas, "He is rather tall for a dwarf," he warned me about dwarfs. Elves and dwarfs have hated each other for thousands of years. To break that would probably mean exile. Maybe worse. Well, I had to agree Legolas. He was the Prince.
I followed Legolas to the throne room. A king's chair sat on an overlooking ledge made of branches. Everything came from the forest. Thranduil stepped down towards me. I suddenly realized that I was in a king's presence, so I paid attention to him.
"Legolas said you fought well today. He has grown fond of you," he suddenly said after thinking for a few moments.
I couldn't help but blush a little as I answered him. "I assure you, my Lord, Legolas thinks of me as not more than a captain of the guard."
He replied, "Perhaps he did once. Now I'm not so sure."
I began to believe that maybe Legolas would be permitted to love… me. Still, I had to remain formal. "I do not think that you would allow your son to pledge himself to a lowly Silvan elf."
A hint of a smile appeared on his face. "No... You are right, I would not. Still, he cares about you. Do not give him hope where there is none."
I tried to keep a straight face as I left. Even though my heart did not lie with Legolas Greenleaf, I couldn't help but feel sad. Thranduil was my Lord, and even though I followed his rule, I couldn't help but think. Why would he bring me up, just to let me fall? Was it for his own personal amusement?