Tauriel woke before dawn to pack supplies for her journey to the Misty Mountains. She looked over her finest elfish sword and was about to throw it on her back, but stopped. Surly, Thranduil would notice her absence fairly quickly and if her finest sword is gone he may become suspicious and send elves to fetch her. She instead put back her sword and packed her daggers. She and the man will most likely come across gobblins in the mountains and daggers should suffice to kill them.
She thought about possibly writing a note to Thranduil and making up a lie about her absence, but he would probably see it through it. Best to leave before anyone in the Kingdom woke up. She will be back in time for her wedding.
She met the man in the same spot she had found him the day before. "Here is a horse for you," she said, "What is your name by the way?"
"Aylwin," the man replied as he grabbed the horse by the reigns and jumped on to it.
"Well, Aylwin," she said as she swiftly moved towards him and put a dagger to his throat. He seemed surprise by how fast she moved. "I just want to remind you that I have no reservations shedding your blood if you lead me astray purposely."
He smiled, "As you wish, princess." He gave her a sly smile as he led his horse north. She put down her dagger and her jaw dropped. She hadn't realized he recognized her as the elf princess. She also hated to be called 'princess'. She huffed a bit before she took off to follow him.