Tauriel awoke from her sleep and sighed as her dreams came back to her. She went over them, remembering the memory.
A young elleth walked into the training room. She gasped in awe as she saw the huge room full o weapons. On the walls were swords, long sword and broad. Thin swords and twin blades. On a rack were quivers full of arrows with loads of bows. On a table were daggers of all shapes and sizes. On the wall was targets and dummies lined up for practice. There were trees leading out into the forest so that one could practice blending in. The elleth walked over to the table of daggers and selected one then she walked over to one of the targets where she looked at it with amazement.
Little did Tauriel know- Legolas was practicing over the other side with his bow. He didn't notice Tauriel slip into the room for she was so silent. Legolas rolled and aimed his bow at the target which Tauriel happened to be standing in front of. He gasped and lifted the bow up at the last minute. It released and flew straight at Tauriel. She gasped and froze for a minute. Legolas raced over to her and pulled her away. She turned around and saw the arrow fledged in the wall with a bit of her hair.
she sighed in relief as the arrow hand not struck her. She looked at Legolas and he smiled at her. Thranduil came in and saw the Two elleths talking over in the corner. He marched up to them. "Legolas! You are 137 years of age and need to get back to your studies." He wrenched the bow out of his sons hands. He looked suprises at his father. "Fine but please find a tutor for Tauriel so that she can learn to fight" He looked at his friend. "It shall be done" The king of Mirkwood said and handed the bow to Tauriel. Then he lead his son out of the room as he sighed in disappontmemt . Tauriel looked at the bow and held it up to her eyes. She pulled back the string and released it. The tension of the bow causes her to fall back into the ground.
Legolas sighed as he stared at the mound of papers in front of him. "All of these by tonight?" He groaned at his father. Thranduil nodded. Legolas hit his head on the desk repeatedly. Thranduil slumped into a chair and placed his head in his hands. "What am I to do with you?" He looked at his son. "You are to be king when you come of age." Legolas lifted his head and looked at his father. "I don't want to be king Ada! I told you that!" Legolas got up, whilst knocking the stack of threatening papers to the ground in a rush. He ran past Thranduil and raced off into the training room once more. He stopped abruptly as he saw Tauriel dueling with a tutor. "Yah!" She yelled and struck the sword of the tutor. She dropped the sword and he chuckled softly. Tauriel heard him and turned around. "Mellon! " she smiled a wide smile. She leaped over targets and raced over to him. "This is so much fun! So much better than dresses and sewing" here she made a face.
Tauriel sighed as she wished the dreams would stop. Why was she remembering these things? They were good memerios but she was curious as to them coming back to her. She sighed and got up