Past Tauriel POV

I awoke to an agonizing pain in my gut, like a steel weapon of some sort just slashed at me. I look up to see my hands tied around a post and my feet were bound together to themselves and the post. I was not in the original place I stayed, but in some cave. Outside was a forest from what my vision could see. A very familiar yet dreading forest, with dark and funky leaves in the shade of evergreen.

Mirkwood

Orcs dared to live here under the noses of elves?

Cackling echoed in my ears. There were 3 orcs

"So little she elf is awake. Now we got some fun." Orc 1 said.

"Let's make sure she suffers." Orc 2 said, "I say we whip her til her garments tear and then whip her some more."

"No not good enough. Whip her. Bite her. Stab her. Beat her. Scratch her. Let's see what is under her stupid hunting shred first." Orc 3 said.

My weapons. I see them in a corner.

How do I get to them.

"Aight. She elfy. Why don't you cooperate with us so things won't be so difficult." Orc 1 grinned, it held a firm whip, constructed of coarse rope with metal shards embedded within.

"Get away from me filth." I snarl

If you behave we will consider not scratching or stabbing you." The orc hissed and leaned in.

I spat on his face.

"Whip her." Orc 2 snarled

"Leave her face untouched though." Orc 3 said "Watch her face contort gives me content."

"You will be oh so sorry you called me filth you dog." The orcs cackled together

What happened next was indescribable.

The Orc whipped me. Metal shards pierced through my hunting dress and into my flesh, where they remained. Clearly orcs don't have durable weapons. But It hurt like hell. I screeched in pain. I could feel metal sinking into my skin at my arm, and torso. My blood began to ooze out and soak my garments.

The orc whipped me again and again. Going faster and faster. I screamed softer and softer as blood trickled from my shoulders down, soaking the rocks below me in crimson. My vision became blurry. My body went numb. Stings burned all over my body strands of my hair were sliced off by the whip of metal and rope. I felt like I was being lit on fire with burning hot metallics. I'm actually glad when I pass out and everything goes black.

Sadly I awakened.

When I awaken, pain hits me everywhere. I vomit blood. Scars dripped from my hand to toe. A huge pool of blood is beneath me as I am helpless the post. My boots were torn to shreds. My hair was cut or whipped off unevenly to my shoulders now.

How dare those filthy rascals. I swear if I ever get my hands on them again.

I suddenly hear dreaded noises, of Orc cackling.

"Took you long enough. Let's get settled with round 2. After all, we all want a turn with you doggie." A new Orc cackled.

"I want to taste her flesh. She is too mouthwatering." Another Orc comments.

He whipped me harder and faster. And I let out blood curdling screams. There was practically no patch of skin left on me besides my face that wasn't bleeding. I vomited blood again as he whipped my torso harder. Meanwhile I feel sharp bites penetrating into my arm. I try to shake them off but they only sink deeper. I wail in agony as the orc biting me brutally rips out chunks of my flesh. I was pretty sure Bolg would've done the same had Legolas not save me.

He squeezes and punches my openings. Each of them causing me to release blood curdling screams.

The last thing I see as I glance down is 4 sharp pieces of metal stuck in my flesh on my torso. My chest is covered in red with bites and bruises. My legs have lost many chunks of flesh the orcs ripped out. There is so much blood loss I feel as if I am dead. I definitely should be dead,

Death isn't so bad. At least I didn't fail Thranduil.

I think of all the promises I made. Promising Legolas to return to him. Thou I could never anyways.

A tear trickles down my cheek. It burns as it flows down my body. I will never be able to make it up to him.

"Sorry friend." I murmur

I pass out again. Who knows, this time for good.

Who knows how much time passed.

But curse me for awakening. Believe me I didn't want to. But I was wise to keep my eyes closed or minimally squinting, I taste bile and blood in my throat and see my blood, still dripping from all over onto the ground.

"I think she's dead."

"Yea she's dead." The Orc said happily.

"Now we must feast, while she's still fresh."

I am half alive, so my senses may have failed, but I believe what happened afterward was a tremendous black wolf ran in the cave. Great I don't need this too.

It snarled at the orcs. I was too dead to panic.

"Guess we don't feast." An Orc said

"No big wolf can. Same deal. We find she elf other time. At least we all had our fair share of her flesh." The orcs ran out

Then what the wolf growled and waited a bit, before transforming into a very large possible 9' man?

I was too weak and my vision was too blurry to see his face clearly. And I blacked out again. I dreamed of walking into starlight with my mother and father. And Kili. It was a good dream

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Third Person

Legolas had temporarily served as captain in replacement for Tauriel.

Thranduil had meanwhile sent out some guards to eliminate the orcs that had recently been infesting Mirkwood. Strange that he so quickly went back on his word. But none should defy the king.

The guards approached a cave, where a strong scent of blood lingered.

"Wonder what happened here?" A guard said.

"Whatever it was it was recent. The smell of blood is fresher than ever." Another guard murmured

"Let's check the site. I smell orc too." A third guard said.

They followed the scent into a cave.

"Oh dear. You need to see this." The guard yelled.

The guards walk in. There was a wooden branch smeared in blood. Near the branch lay a deep puddle of blood, tattered with forest green strips of cloth, hair, leather of boots, and skin.

"What on middle earth happened here?"

"I'm not sure, but I have a bad feeling it's the captain." The guard picked out strands of hair not blood soaked. "No elf in Mirkwood besides Tauriel would have such fiery auburn hair."

"Where is she?" Another guard asked.

"Most likely dead by the amount of blood loss. We must collect this proof and report to the king immediately so he can proceed to appoint a captain position."

"We should keep looking. Perhaps the captains body my be around"

"No. From the looks of it she was probably eaten or taken away. We need to report back as soon as possible. Besides, I would do my family and her proud by taking the captain job." The guard loaded the evidence in his tote. They made their climb back up to the trees

On the way back the guards encountered three orcs.

"Shall we eliminate them?" A guard whispered from the trees.

"Wait," the leader said, "They wield Elvish weapons."

"Keep them alive. Capture them and bring them back to lock up to rot if the king does not choose to interrogate them."

They charged. It was an easy win. Mirkwood guards quickly apprehended their weapons and headed back to the palace.

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Legolas sat on his throne with Thranduil. He had throne duty that day. He wondered the locations of Tauriel. It had been forty years.

The guards reported back, "My lords, we have eliminated the orcs. They sit in the dungeons to rot. And we also discovered some rather abrupt news."

Thranduil nodded, "Well?"

"We scouted and found a strong smell of blood. We tracked it to its source." He said and cut off

Legolas and Thranduil waited.

"Well? What did you find." Legolas asked

"I, I have news on Captain Tauriel." The guard replied.

Legolas's face changed, "Is she alright?"

The guard was silent.

"What did you see?" Legolas said softly but firmly.

"A few remains, a couple large chunks of flesh, and a very large fatal puddle of blood." The guard presented his tote. "She was either eaten or her body throw out to rot we couldn't find her remains other than these."

Legolas's face fell, then contorted into anger. "You're lying."

He took the tote from the guard and waved him off. Inside was strips of her leather boots,hunting gown, skin, some minute chunks of flesh, and fiery red hair all soaked in blood.

He gripped the bag so tightly and closed his eyes. Thranduil was whitely pale.

"Legolas." He says. "What is in there?"

He slowly shook his head.

"She's gone." He whispered.

Present day Tauriel POV

I patted some powder on my chest where my dress revealed my scars, too many to describe, too much agony.

If it weren't for Beorn, I would have been dead meat. Not that I wasn't,

I recall he carried back after my near death experience. I stayed on his cot for only 2 weeks. And he tended each and every one of my wounds best he could. At first when I tried to sit up my wound would reopen. Which hurt even more than the wound itself. I couldn't talk without feeling pain near my abdominal. I stayed there in his bed for 1 week til I was able to sit up without exploding again with blood. It took another week for me to recall how to move my arms and legs. And I was finally free to go after my wounds had healed for the most part, and I was able to wobble around. It was risky, but I had confidence they wouldn't split open while moving simple muscles.

Walking was especially hard. I was practically down to bone, and my feet stung with the slightest body weight shift.

Beorn gave me fresh clothes and I told him I could use a horse, in which he provided. He handed me a tote of food. I am eternally grateful for his good doing and generosity.

Finally he saw me off as I headed aback towards Mirkwood. Where my weapons were still concealed. I had to travel by night. It would be a couple day journey, And it seemed the safest ground to sleep because I was still weak to climb trees. My legs hurt badly as I pushed my horse forward. I had raging anger for Thranduil. Raging anger that he punished me for a mere friendship with his son. Perhaps I deserved punishment for putting the prince in danger, but I would've rather died. He put me through living hell, through terrible abuse.

The scars remind me of my carelessness. And the pain and suffering will forever be with me. But yet they've changed me as well. I'm supposedly equally wise as I am dangerous now rather than before.