A/N: So, the last we heard of Draco, he had a spider plunge its fangs into his stomach...Please read and leave a review with what you think of this next installment!

As per usual, none of these characters belong to me! Thanks!

Tauriel felt on fire. She spun around and fired another arrow. It did not miss. She allowed herself a moment of satisfaction before unsheathing her twin silver daggers and driving them into another orc.

She chanced a glance towards her partners. Legolas was battling a giant orc, Bolg, Azog's son. And Draco was dueling as well, sending spells and curses hurtling in a colorful array. Sensing something approaching her from behind, she spun around and sunk an arrow into the neck of the orc.

Suddenly, there was a shriek of pain, she spun around and was nearly blinded by a flash of green light. It faded and there was the unmistakable sound of flesh being pierced and a grunt of pain. Draco.

She decapitated another advancing orc quickly and rushed towards the sound. Tauriel's heart nearly leapt out of her throat when she saw the spider. Trying not to panic, she managed to roll the spider off its victim. She uncovered a mass of blonde hair.

"Draco!" She called.

His eyes fluttered open at the sound of her voice. "T-Tauriel?"

"It is me, melamin," She dropped to her knees.

Her eyes scanned his body, and for the second time that day, her heart almost stopped.

His black robes were ripped and torn, and was quickly soaking with blood. His blood. The spider had plunged its lethal fangs directly into his stomach. She heard him gasp again in pain, his face scrunched up.

"No, no," She shook her head. He could not die like this.

She pressed her hands gently on his wound and began to chant. But the magic didn't work. The fangs had gone in too deep, and the poison was already in his blood stream.

Draco's eyes closed.

She clutched his face and continued to chant. Something wet dripped down her face. She wiped at her cheek in confusion. It was a tear.

She was crying, Tauriel realized. Her heart felt like shattering as she continued to stroke Draco's hair and chant in elvish. But without any healing herbs, it would do nothing.

His breathing became shallow and his cheeks became even more pale than usual. "I will not abandon you, my love." Love. She loved him. She realized it now, in the middle of this battle. Too late.

When the tears finally came, they refused to stop. The rolled off her cheeks and dripped onto Draco's bloody and dirty face. How was she to go on? She had seen what losing one's love did to an elf. Thranduil himself was the perfect example. After Legolas's mother was brutally injured, and sent to Valinor, Thranduil had pushed everyone away and had become the cold and unfeeling Elvenking. It had not killed him physically, but a part of him had indeed died.

And I shall do the same. Tauriel wept. She wept for Draco. She wept for her heart.

Without any warning, someone had grabbed Draco beneath his arms and was hauling him up. She gasped and glanced up, meeting the silver eyes of Legolas. He heaved Draco onto his shoulder and motioned for Tauriel to follow. She ran after him in a daze. It wasn't until after an orc attempted to attack Legolas and Draco, did she snap out of her trance.

Tauriel fought with more vigor than ever. She pulled out her bow and created a path through the fighting mass of orcs, goblins, men, and even elves. Anything to save Draco.

Somehow, the trio made their way to the encampment of elves and hurried into the healer's tent. Sounds of shock at Draco's mangled body were heard, but Tauriel paid them no attention as she helped Legolas gently lower Draco's body onto a cot.

Once he was set down, she was gently shouldered aside as the elven healers crowded around Draco. She heard them murmuring to each other as they surveyed his wounds.

Athelas was quickly being ground into a thick paste and pressed onto the gaping hole in his stomach. Clean white strips of linen were gently wrapped around his torso.

But after that, the healers stepped back.

Tauriel lifted her head in confusion. "What is happening?" She asked urgently. Surely they were not going to just bandage him and leave him?

"The wound was too deep." A healer explained soothingly. "I am afraid that we are unable to heal his wounds with magic without furthering the damage. We can only pray that his body will be able to heal itself."

Those words hit Tauriel like a ton of rocks. She collapsed at the foot of Draco's cot and stared helplessly at his pale form. A comforting hand was laid on her shoulder. Legolas. But even he could not make the pain go away.

She roughly shook his hand off her shoulder and reached forward to grasp Draco's hand. Legolas stood there for a second, shocked at her refusal, then strode out of the tent.

Dry sobs racked her body. Six hundred years of loneliness, grief, and pain attacked her. The Captain of the Guard, who was admired all around for her courage and strength broke down.

She heard the sound of hooves galloping away. Legolas. It was as if a sword had been wrenched in her soul. Draco, her love, was dying. Legolas, her best friend, had abandoned her.

So she sat there, for what felt like all eternity. Stroking Draco's blonde hair and listening to his shallow breathing. In reality, it was only few minutes.

"Be strong," She whispered.

Draco continued to fight Death with every small breath he took.

But suddenly, his hand slacked within hers and his breathing hitched. Tauriel's heart stopped as well. This was it.

At that moment, the tent flap flew open and Legolas strode in once more. He stood off to the side and held open the flap for another. A bright white light shone through and Tauriel blinked.

"Step aside, child," The light commanded.

A/N: Who has come to save Draco? Can he even be saved? Leave a review and let me know! Thanks!