Alright diehard Lord of the Rings Fans, sorry I had to stick some Hobbit references in there BUT I got so excited after involving myself in the Hobbit hype that I just couldn't help myself. Besides, whatever you say against the movie, and no matter how great the book is (amazingly so) you have to admit that it feels good to have a story so appreciated that it's taken to the movie level. And besides, Peter Jackson does add some different character levels to Legolas in his newest movie.

Alright, all the best! (Help out if you can as always!)

Lady Sherlockium

An Elf's Wounds Heal Quickly, His Heart Only Heals after an Eternity...

I lie in the dust and the blood of my companions and here I wonder...

What went wrong?

By the halls of my fathers, what went wrong? But... no... not all was right in Mirkwood, was it? I remember, distantly, my old captain of the guard. The hurt I felt, that odd emotion, stirring within me with a seed of jealousy and hate. Yes... she ended up loving a young dwarf that was almost three times too young for her. Dwarves... the fragile creatures which died so easily. Here now stands his great, great kinsmen, fighting alongside me and not even remembering the name of the one my Tauriel loved.

Kili.

But enough about Kili, why do I wallow so? I am dying, here in battle, knocked out by an arrow to my shoulder. Oh, how weak am I to be to allow an arrow to hurt me so? It missed my heart... by a mere finger's width, but still. My own failings in battle should serve as no excuse.

I open my eyes, and I see Tauriel. She looks stunning, bathed in moonlight with her red hair flowing freely past her shoulders. "Tauriel?" I whisper, struggling to stand, "Tauriel?"

She laughs, speaking in an odd mixture of Elvish and the common tongue, "Get up...Meleth e-gûr nîn. There be no red moon on this day."

I reach for her, but her hair slips through my fingers.

When I open my eyes, I am buried beneath the body of a dead Orc. I open my eyes wide, ripping the arrow out of my shoulder and biting my lip to staunch the pain. I had withheld many wounds before this one, just as I shall withstand this one on this day. I turn around just in time to see Boromir cutting down hundreds of Orcs by a single blow. He is fearless in battle...

He turns around and I see the arrows glistening, blood-red and protruding from his chest.

He is dying...

I reach for my bow and aim to put the Orc in front of him down, but Boromir blocks my shot.

And then, he falls.

I scream in silence, abandoning all my senses as I fall, once more to the ground. I feel odd... this emotion within me...it feels like... like...

I am in Mirkwood again.

It feels like Tauriel ripping my heart into two.