Heart broken
"How dare Thranduil! He's turned soft, and Tauriel's influenced him to turn to good," a blonde long haired elleth yelled.
"Tauriel has taken everything from me: Legolas, Thranduil, everyone! And she has the guts to be happy, while I sit here, mourning over my loss?! Oh, but how she'll pay! I'll make her suffer as much as she made me suffer!"She laughed.
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"You think you have the prince's heart? He doesn't love you! He's just waiting for an opportunity to let you down easy, then he'll be all mine!" An unknown voice whispered into the darkness that was Tauriel's dream.
"No!" She cried, "No, don't take him from me! I love him...and he loves me!"
"As if," the voice chanted. Right before Tauriel's eyes, Legolas, or a hologram of him, appeared.
"He will never, ever, love you!" The voice returned. Suddenly, a hand as pale as snow reached down and grabbed Legolas.
"No, no! No..." Tauriel sobbed.
"Tauriel! Tauriel, wake up!" Legolas murmured, trying to wake the young elleth. She had been fidgeting for some time now and he was worried about her. So sitting at the corner of her bed, he had been shaking her for sometime now.
"Tauriel, come on wake up!"
"Don't touch him!" Tauriel gasped, jolting upright and accidentally pushing Legolas off her bed. The next thing she heard was a big thump, and as she stood up, she saw Legolas had fallen face first to the floor.
"I'm so sorry," Tauriel apologized, helping him up.
"Had any nightmares lately?"Legolas asked, pushing himself back on the bed to sit beside Tauriel. His voice was thick with sarcasm. Before he could say anything else, Tauriel gave him one of her "it was one of those dreams again" look. Legolas looked at her a moment before nodding.
"I'll go get Thranduil,"Legolas sighed, getting up, "you wait for us by the river."
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"What did the voice sound like?" Thranduil asked, while pacing on the banks of River Running.
"Hmm, well, let me think..." Tauriel threw another rock in the water from where she was sitting on the bank.
"It was a female...and her voice, well...it was smooth, with icy cold determination." Tauriel explained to the best of her ability.
"What do you think father?" Legolas asked, turning to Thranduil from his spot beside Tauriel.
"Well I could think of certain elves that fit your description," Thranduil stopped pacing for a moment, "but we don't know weather this female is an elf or not. I'll try to find as much information on it as I can, for now, inform me if you find out anything else." Tauriel nodded.
"Good, now if you'll excuse me, I've important matters to deal with." With a brief nod, Thranduil left Legolas and Tauriel.
"Legolas, do you think it was all just my imagination?" Tauriel asked, throwing another rock.
"I-I don't think so," Legolas began slowly, studying the smooth movements of the river.
"Your descriptions of the dreams are so...vivid, so terrifying. I don't think your imagination is behind it." Legolas concluded, rising.
"I guess you're right it's just...it's been three months since those orcs almost killed us, and I guess I assumed that everything would return to it's peaceful state again," Tauriel admitted, also rising. "The fact that I don't know the identity of the girl who's trying to take you away is a different thing; the curiosity is killing me."
"Don't worry, Thranduil is doing his best to find out who it is, just try to remain calm. I'm still here, aren't I?" Legolas asked, smiling.
"Yes, you are. I guess I'm just over-thinking everything."
"Just a little bit. I'd better go, I have to help Thranduil welcome our visitors from Elrond." Legolas explained with a sigh. Then, giving her a small kiss on the forehead, he parted. Tauriel, however, stayed on the riverbank for a few more moments, letting the sound of waves calm her.
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"Well, are you in?" The blonde haired elleth stood in a chair, facing a crystal ball.
"Yes mistress," another female voice responded.
"And?"
"The prince has yet to show, and the king went looking for him."
"What?!" The blonde responded, standing up. "Do you know what that means?" She demanded.
"No," the other seemed generally puzzled.
"It means the king's on to us, you twit!" She roared. "No matter what, just keep those two apart, got it?"
"Y-yes, m-mistress," the girl's voice quivered.
"Good, now leave. The others must be expecting you." The voice ordered. Her plans were already set, and nobody could change them. Not even Gandalf.