Tauriel was woken by orcs grumbling. Where am I? Suddenly, memories of yesterday came rushing back.

"Legolas? Are you awake?" She murmured.

"Yes," came an exhausted voice.

"What are they talking about?" She whispered, trying not to alert the orcs that they were awake.

Legolas fixed his eyes on the orcs in deep concentration. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say they're debating how to speed up our deaths."

"Have they reached a conclusion?"

"I-I don't know...I think they might try to break the rope." Legolas sighed, closing his eyes.

"You still don't think Thranduil will rescue us?"

"I hope he will, but I still doubt it." Tauriel sighed, so it was official, this was how she was going to die.

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"Enough Florescat! Quit bothering me, it won't do you any good!" Thranduil roared, getting impatient.

"But my king, surly you're not going to just sit around as your son's life hangs by a thread! And I don't even know that for sure he could already be...dead," she whispered the last word.

"Florescat I'm telling you, he doesn't want me to save him, he'd rather die."

"So little faith you have in your son," Florescat spat, walking over to the door and slamming it behind her, leaving Thranduil alone to ponder on her words.

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"I think our fate has been decided," Legolas whispered, making Tauriel open her eyes. Sure enough, the orcs were slowly making their way towards the elves, one held a torch in it's scarred hand.

"So this is the end," Tauriel murmured.

"I-I guess it is...I never thought I'd die this way," Legolas whispered. The orc began coming closer, aiming his torch so that it would catch the rope on fire.

"I love you Legolas," Tauriel sighed, closing her eyes one last time.

"I love you too, Tauriel," Legolas murmured back.

"Attack!" Thranduil's roar echoed through out the cave. Tauriel and Legolas instantly opened their eyes to see the scene in front of them had changed. Instead of a group of orcs standing to watch them die, they saw a full out battle between elves and orcs, Thranduil and Florescat leading.

"I know this isn't the time...but, I told you so!" Tauriel exclaimed. However, the elves were too late, and the second Tauriel stopped talking, the rope broke and the two began plummeting into the hole.

"Tauriel! No!" Florescat screamed, stopping in her tracks.

"Legolas! My son...!" Thranduil yelled, also stopping. For a moment it seemed as if time had stopped, for the elves and orcs just stood, too shocked to do anything. Then Tauriel felt something crash into her and they landed on solid ground. This seemed to awake the elves and orcs from their trance, for the fight started up again. Tauriel turned to see Florescat in the middle of undoing the knots that held the pair together, panting and half holding her side.

"Oh Florescat, thank you! Without you we would have died," Tauriel breathed.

"Well I wasn't just going to let you die,"She responded with a pointed look at Thranduil. One last knot and Legolas and Tauriel were free.

"Thanks," Tauriel told her one last time, hugging her friend.

"No need to thank me, now let's go!" She responded, indicating towards the battle.

"But we don't have our weapons!" Legolas objected.

"Yes you do," Florescat beckoned to Legolas and Tauriel's stolen weapons that stood unguarded a few feet away. Once they had their weapons again, they raced into battle, fighting back to back.

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One more dagger to the throat and arrow to the stomach killed the last two orcs. Letting out a sigh of relive, Tauriel carefully replaced her weapons, and half leaned, half fell, against Legolas.

"Are you okay?" Legolas asked, griping her hand tightly, as she slumped against him.

"I'm fine, just very tiered," Tauriel sighed, then she spotted Thranduil making his way towards them. She immediately stood up and loosened her grip on Legolas's hand, but he held on.

Blushing, Tauriel looked at the ground. "Remember you-"

Legolas cut her off, gently grabbing her chin so she was looking into his eyes. "Tauriel, I don't care what my father says. What if for once, we just stopped being afraid?" His ice blue eyes searched hers. Tauriel nodded, and he released her chin. Thranduil stopped in front of the two, studying them for a minute.

"Fath-" Legolas began.

Thranduil held up his hand, stopping his son from saying anymore. "I'm sorry, Legolas. I-I shouldn't have gotten in the way of you and Tauriel. I just wanted to have a role in your destiny...and I was willing to do anything to get Tauriel to leave. Words were said and mistakes were made and...I'm sorry. But I know now that you and Tauriel were meant to be together, and if you're happy, I'm happy." Thranduil grabbed one of Tauriel's hands in his.

"You are a very lucky elleth," he continued, "and I know you make my son feel like the luckiest elf in Wilderland." He finished, letting go of Tauriel's hand and walking back to his troops.

"I think I've just been blessed!" Tauriel gasped, turning to face Legolas.

"That was more then a blessing, it was a miracle!" He responded, turning to his father as if he expected him to take back his words at any moment, but he didn't.

"You know what this means, right..?" Legolas asked.

"No," Tauriel shook her head, puzzled.

"It means," Legolas began, turning back to her. "That you have no more excuses to deny your affections for me anymore!" He finished, a smile spreading across his face, and after a while, Tauriel smiled too.

But who was that girl, standing in the background, watching the elves celebrate? The one with the fire in her eyes? Alas, that is a story for another time, but for now, all you need to know is that Legolas and Tauriel are happy, and to this day, whenever Tauriel stares deep into Legolas's eyes, and they kiss, she falls in love with him all over again.

The end...or is it?

So yes, originally this was the last chapter of "Betrayal", but after seeing how short this story is, I've decided to combine the first and second story together, so expect more, my fellow readers, because this story is far from over.

Prologue

Tauriel has everything she could have ever asked for, a nice boyfriend, a supportive future father in law, and a great job, but what will happen when a elf so heartless, so blinded by rage and jealousy, comes to Mirkwood with her family? Will she back down like Thranduil, or is she stronger thenthat?

So that's all for this chapter, but I'll be back! Until next time- Mallowbloom