"You break all of the rules."

Tauriel whirled, plunging her dagger into the mock spider's heart. She wrenched it out and threw it across the room, barely missing Elrond's head. His dark eyes met hers as she blurted, "Say that again."

"Tauriel, a century has passed and still you break all of the rules. Why will you not obey my orders?"

"I…" she sputtered.

"Elleth,"—his gaze was cold—"why are elven armies the best in Middle Earth?"

Why did he ask? "Because we are immortal?"

"No. Because we are calm, we are collected. But most of all, we obey orders."

Author's Note: And here we have a bonus chapter—early! Yes, I know that this is skipping more than a century of her life, but… I still have some 900 years to cover in the rest of this story. A century really isn't that long when it comes to elves.

Would anyone be interested in a one-shot based off of this drabble?

Questions? Suggestions? Criticisms?