Tauriel POV
The first thing I noticed when I awoke was that my throat was dry and I was extremely dehydrated. I was wary but still very confused. My mind tried to put together all the things that had happened and put them in the correct order and miserably failing I had been fighting and there was this big spider and it had hurt me. I froze and quickly scrambled to get the covers off me and look at my stomach, not anticipating the gruesome sight I was to see. I carefully opened the soft white bandages, shooting the healer who was conveniently asleep in the corner of the room a wary glance. The sight was revolting and twisted my stomach into a thousand knots. All I saw was miles of burned skin and immeasurable amounts of scarred flesh. I was probably going to have a permanent scar, much to my dismay. I hastily wrapped it back up and tried to get up immediately regretting it. I tried to inch my way off the gargantuan bed only to result in agonizing pain in my abdomen. I let out a small scream and the healer rushed towards me looking flustered and weary. She scolded me for trying to get up and tucked me slowly back into the bed that was slowly trying to suffocate me. I shot her a look of annoyance but could not hold it, my discomfort trumping my feelings of annoyance towards the healer.
I was settled comfortably in the centre of the gargantuan bed observing the room. I was confused until I finally recognized the large room. Oh! I thought. This is Legolas's room. I haven't been here in many years. When Legolas and I were young we would hide out in his room waiting for storms to pass or barricade the door when we were supposed to be enduring aggravating but necessary' tutoring sessions. It hadn't changed much since I had been here last but it looked uninhabited besides the bowls of herbs and vials filled with foaming liquids. My eyes trailed from one thing to the next and I saw a jumble of pillows on the ground and all of my thoughts were replaced by one familiar name. Legolas. Where was he? Had he seen me since the 'great showdown' AKA Tauriel's demise? I had to refrain from slapping myself on the forehead. Of course, he had. I am in his room! Where had he slept? Had he slept with me? I shifted uncomfortably and resisted the urge to smell my underarms. No. He is waaaay too much of a gentleman to do anything like that. Ohh! It came to me; he slept on the floor. That's why the blankets and pillows were on the ground. That was so Legolas. Thinking on Legolas reminded me of how I missed his smirk and mirthful laugh. Where was he anyway? The thought crossed my mind that he might leave but he wouldn't do that. Not again. Not after everything I have been through. He knows that he is one of the only things that keeps me going. His pointless friendship and deranged attitude and abhorrent sense of humour as much as it pains me to say: keep me going.
"Where is the Prince of Mirkwood, Lord Legolas?" I said remembering to use formalities when speaking to others.
"He is out training guards," she replied bored. "Though," she continued her eyes perking up as if to suggest something, "He will come as soon as he has finished. He said that he is to be the first one alerted when you should finally arise." She said, Training guards? And what was that look she gave me? Legolas cared for me and I him but what was she implying? Legolas and I had both agreed that love was far too painful for us to endure yet we gave into our hearts. We had agreed that we shouldn't be anything more than simply friends. Though at the time it broke my heart I found Kili and he made it whole again. Or did he? All these questions hammered in my brain and I was fatigued so I nestled into the soft blankets and waited for the Prince's arrival.
Waiting was horrible. I expected to dose off and succumb to fatigue but I waited up anticipating the prince's arrival. I couldn't think of anything but him. It was immensely annoying. His face was stuck in my brain, my thoughts consisted of his name and his name, my memories contained childhood memories of me and Legolas, the room I inhibited screamed everything Legolas (that is probably partly due to the fact that it is, in fact, his room). I found myself going over things I would say to him like: I am sorry, why did you save me? Is your father mad? You helped me. Am I in your debt? Everything I could think of came across as slightly rude and conceited. The only thing I really wanted to say I was so afraid of saying. I was so afraid of saying two words that I came up with escape plan A, B, C and escape plan Z (plan Z had never actually occurred but the thought was at the back of the brain regardless). They were all horrible and worsened the longer I spent pondering on them. A, was a basic: jump out of the bed run for the door and sprint type scenario. I tried it with little success. The second I tried to get out of my bed I was met with pain not to mention the healer instantaneously noticed I was out of my bed and forced me to, with much reluctance, crawl back into the soft covers. Escape plan B was a repeat of A with the same amount of success. The second I got out of bed she called in some guards who threw me back into the bed. They threw me gently but I cursed them when they turned their backs. The next plan was far bolder and surmounted to smaller success but regardless I tried it three times. I slipped off the bed on the other side and walked low to the ground, my back towards the ceiling so that my stomach was not excruciatingly painful. Then after successfully lowering myself onto the ground I slowly pulled back the curtains and pushed up the window sill. That was odd, the sky had darkened. I shrugged the thought off and glanced at the healer who was dozing off again and did not notice me until I was halfway through the window. She screeched for the guards to come quickly but instead of the usual guards rushing into the room it was a familiar blonde elf with a very familiar concerned look.
