UPDATES! WOOOOO! Time for Tauriel! Not 1st POV, sorry. Italics are Tauriel's position, regular is Legolas.
The horses raced across the barren landscape. One rider bore a limp figure of an elf. They skidded to a halt in front of a tall, pointed building. If the elf had been conscious, she would have recognized the place. As it was, the elf was not. The horses dashed into the stables. The rider dismounted and lifted the elf off the saddle. Her head lolled to the side. The elf's bow, arrows, and knifes were somewhere near the river where she had been thrown from her horse.
"Where do we take this elf-spawn?" one of the riders growled.
"I say we torture her." another said. "The orcs will surely be looking for the location of the Dark Lord's ring. We have other things to do besides injure the she-elf." All nodded their approval and the first rider carried the elf upstairs and laid her on a crude, wooden table. They searched her for hidden weapons, but found none. She looked utterly defenseless lying there. The rider motioned for an orc to blow the horn for three orcs to enter the darkly lit chamber.
"Elf!" one of the orcs snarled. "Why have you brought this filth here?"
"We want you to torture her for information on the Ring." a rider snarled in the Black Tongue. "You will report anything she says to us. You may injure her, but try not to kill her. If she should give us the information we need, we will release to go limping back to her elf friend. If she loses conscious, then you will not harm her until she sees your blade descend."
"Morghul poison?" the first orc asked.
"If you deem it necessary." The nine swept from the room, leaving the elf alone with four vicious orcs.
Darkness fell and the elf awoke. She gazed around her, her eyes and ears alert for any sign of life. Hearing none or seeing none from her position on the table, she sat up. Immediately she found an orc looming in front of her, his teeth bared menacingly. Her hand reached for where her bow would be, but her hands grasped at empty air.
"Planning something, she-elf?" the orc snarled. "You're going nowhere. You'll be giving us information. Then you'll go somewhere. If you don't give us what we want, you'll be going somewhere, too. To the open embrace of death."
"What do you want of me?" the elf asked bravely. "I have nothing."
"We want to know what you were doing with four hobbits and a man." a one-eyed orc asked. "No elf ever travels with hobbits, unless they're up to no good. Who were they? What were their names?" The elf narrowed her eyebrows.
"It's not of your business, orc!" she snarled. "Go back to where you came from."
"Oh, my dear elf. This IS where I came from. You have the greatest honor to be in the castle of the Witch-King." One-eye said gleefully. The elf's eyes widened. "Know that place, elf? Heard of the torture stories? The slaves?"
"I have heard nothing." she answered coolly, but her eyes gave her away.
"Tell us now, or we'll make the torture stories reality!" One-eye demanded. The elf closed her eyes. She did not reply. The orcs gave her a minute, and then conversed. The elf seemed to not hear what they were planning. When a scarred orc approached her, her eyes remained closed. Suddenly, she moved, swiping the ax from Scar-face's hands. The other three immediately went into action. A knife flew across the room and embedded itself in the elf's back. Her eyes opened wide in surprise. The elf let out a gasp of pain.
"I am sorry, my prince." Tauriel said, before she was encased in darkness once more.
AN: The paralleled time is that Legolas's mother was killed in Angmar... I though it would be an interesting story dynamic for Tauriel to be taken to Angmar.