Thank you for those wonderful reviews, Dream Plane~! I wonder what is going to happen to Tauriel today~! I also apologize for not posting for months- I had school and mental health I needed to focus on! This chapter is also a bit short due to me writing this relatively quickly since I have multiple deadlines.

Sindarin is in italics

Quenya is in bold

Dwarvish is underlines

Orcish is Highlighted

Tauriel's POV

I follow Legolas, nagging about a referee. I will never stop nagging until we get a referee. He grumbles a bit out of annoyance before approaching an ellon in a language I don't know.

"General Faron! Tauriel and I are playing a game of hers and we need a referee."

"I have nothing better to do. Guess the amazing Faron shall be the referee then!"

I look between Legolas and the ellon, confused. Neither of them notice my confusion until they finally acknowledge my presence. It finally hits them that I don't speak the language.

The ellon grins at me before exclaiming, "I - the amazing Faron - shall be the referee!" I feel happier before grabbing ahold of Legolas's hand. "Come! Come!"

Legolas and Faron exchange glances before following me. Not that they had any choice in the matter.

I drag them slightly into the forest before stopping. I crank my neck, looking up at the huge tree in front of me. I look around, murmuring to myself. "How to climb the tree…"

Being an idiot, I just headbutt the tree in frustration. Legolas gaps at the idiocy and Faron tries to contain his laughter. I rub my injured forehead, upset that I got hurt although I was the one who inflicted it on myself. I look at Faron, taking note that he was the tallest among us all. I point at the tree and then point up at the sky, trying to indicate that I want help climbing the tree. I played mostly in the streams and close to the ground, mostly because Naneth thought that I would get hurt if I climbed trees.

Apparently being one with the single brain cell, Faron gets what I was trying to do, Legolas still confused. Faron picks me up, setting me on the closest branch. I was towering over Legolas and Faron, although I continued to climb.

Before long, the branches were too thin for me to continue climbing. I look down and see Legolas and Faron way below, looking up. If they would grow three times their height, they would be eye to eye with me from where I sat.

"Haha! I am the supreme ruler!", I exclaimed, laughing aloud. I stared at them with a gleeful smile on my face until another ellon came along, speaking in the same language I didn't understand.

"My lord. Orcs have infiltrated the forest once more."

Legolas and Faron exchanged glances, their speech remaining in the foreign language.

"Dagnir. Stay with Tauriel."

"Yes, my lord."

The Mirkwood prince looked up to me with a small grin. "I shall be taking my leave now, Tauriel. Dagnir shall watch over you."

Faron and Legolas left, being replaced by the ellon. I call out to Legolas, from my spot on the tree. "You are breaking the rules of the game! You lost the bet!" All my weak-willed attempts to make him stay resulted in failure. I pouted, looking down upon the new ellon.

"What is your name?", I ask, after five minutes of silence to my boredom despite me already knowing it. "Dagnir.", he answered coldly, not looking up at me. I raised my eyebrows in annoyance. I started to climb down the tree, nearly falling down multiple times.

"Why did Legolas have to go? We were playing a game!", I asked, acting like a brat.

Dagnir looked down upon me, clearly irritated. "Reasons an elfling like you wouldn't understand." I gasped in fake offense.

He sighed, holding out his hand to me. "Come along, elfling. I shall show you something."

I stare at him and then stare at his hand. If Legolas trusts him, then maybe I can trust him. I take his hand, walking along with him back indoors.

Legolas's POV

I walked along with Faron rather quickly. The orcs had infiltrated into our territory? Do we seem so weak that we would succumb to a group of orcs? What do they think of us?

How did they get to us again?

My thoughts swirl around my head as I find the Captain of the Guard, Raindir. The brown haired elf was already organizing a group to confront the enemy. "My lord!", he exclaimed, not surprised to see me with his usual optimistic feeling to him before acknowledging my companion. "Faron...", Raindir grumbled.

"Raindir! I see you got the news.", Faron replied, relatively annoyed. I chuckled a bit at their interaction before regaining my composure.

"Where is the orc group?", I ask, after clearing my throat.

"Near the river. I can give you a squad for you to lead."

I nodded. "How many are there?"
"Erm-... I guess there is… a lot?