AN: From the perspective of Tauriel, 3rd person. I won't always have characters be in 1st.
Pain. It was all she knew. Her world was an abyss of red-hot tongues of fire, endlessly burning. Nothing would quench the stinging pain of the whip's dangerous lash. There was nothing she could do except hope that something would put it out. But there was no one to help. No one to stop the heat radiating from the eighteen strokes that the orcs had laid upon her back. The knife wound paled in comparison to the now scarlet lines upon Tauriel's back. As she lay on her now familiar table, she bitterly wondered what Legolas was doing. No- she mustn't even think any of their names. She would give it away. Tauriel knew that she could never betray her friends, but now, she somewhat regretted her descision. Would it have been worth it, to spare herself from this unbearable pain? In a haze, she watched a tale, thin figure approach her through a red haze.
"Tauriel." the voice said. "You have been so brave." Tauriel gazed in wonder at this strange figure. It looked like an elf, but she knew that there were no elves in Angmar. The figure had golden locks that were straight like Legolas's. Her hair was tied back with a simple leaf design at the side.
"Who are you?" Tauriel gasped.
"I was like you once. Spirited. Happy. No longer." the elf replied. "I went from this world long ago, and now I come to you."
"Am I dead, then?" Tauriel asked. She felt a quiet resign take her over. At least when she was dead, she wouldn't give any information about Legolas or the four hobbits. She would be reunited with Kili at last. There would be no more pain. No more suffering. She would never know the pain of losing another loved one.
"No." the elf replied. "My name is Ellerian." Tauriel frowned. Something probed in her memory. Ellerian. Something was important about this elf. She looked over Ellerian's features again. Blonde hair and hazel eyes. She looked remarkably like...
"Legolas." Tauriel said. "You're his mother. But you're dead. I can't see dead people. I must be!"
"You are not dead, Tauriel. Neither am I, in a way." Ellerian repeated. "I came bearing a message from someone you know well. He would like to tell you something important." Tauriel frowned. Who? There was no way that Ellerian could have reached Legolas... unless he was dead, too.
"The message is not from my son." Ellerian told her, seemingly reading Tauriel's mind. "It comes from someone else you have loved. Kili the dwarf. He says that you are not to give up, no matter how hard they torture you. You cannot leave Legolas yet. You still have a duty on this world, and you will not leave before it is done."
"You've spoken to Kili?" Tauriel asked, a deep feeling of grief growing in her heart. She missed him. He had been a good friend. He was kind, caring, loyal, and brave. She had loved him once, but then they were brutally ripped apart by the orcs. Once again, Tauriel was separated over a long barrier from another she loved. Legolas.
"In passing." Ellerian replied.
"Can you take some of the pain away?" Tauriel asked, a tear running, unbidden, down her cheek. Ellerian wiped it off with her soft sleeve.
"I cannot. It is yours to bear, Silvan elf, until the end of your days. Nothing will relieve it." Ellerian said gently. Tauriel wilted. She did not know if she could take the pain for any more days, let alone the rest of her life, however short it could be.
"Will you bring a message to Legolas?" Tauriel asked.
"I can only appear in places that I have been. I have never been to the Mines of Moria." Ellerian replied, and turned on her heel. She vanished into the red haze once more. Suddenly, the pain was back, flaring up like a newly lit flame. Tauriel was alone. It was like a dream. The absence of pain had been like a dream. Tauriel later thought that it probably had been.
AN: Sorry that the last two chapters have been so short. Tauriel's will be the shortest of all of them, since it's very difficult to write scenes like this while making it long.