"Tauriel is wounded?" Legolas stood abruptly, letting the parchment fall to the floor. "I must go to her."
"You must not." Thranduil spoke from behind. "You cannot."
Legolas slid his sword into the sheath at his side. "I must. She is my friend, my only friend."
"She is a warrior. She will pull through, son. You will see."
"And if she does not?" Legolas's blue-gray eyes met his father's in a daring glare before they dropped. "I cannot lose another loved one."
"You shall not." The elven king rested his hands on his son's shoulders. "She will live."
Author's Note: Wondering how Tauriel was wounded, anyone? The answer comes in the next chapter!
