"Well? How is she?" Galadriel demanded the healer.
"Whatever Angeli did, it really hurt Tauriel. I-I'm not sure she'll make it," the healer informed them sadly.
"What?!" Legolas exclaimed, pushing in front of his aunt.
"What do you mean 'I'm not sure she'll make it'?!"
"Legolas," Thranduil warned, putting his hand on his son's shoulder.
"My pardons, my prince." The healer told Legolas, trembling,
"but I have tried everything!"
"This is all your fault!" Legolas shouted, breaking free of his father's grasp and turning to Angeli, who had come along and was under close surveillance. The young elleth looked up from her hands, that were clasped in front of her. Her eyes were wide with fear. I've never seen Legolas so angry, she thought to herself, he really does love Tauriel, if only he had been this concerned when he shoot me in the shoulder. She looked at her stitched up shoulder and winced. Legolas did this to me, and he did it to save Tauriel.
"If it weren't for you and your stupid jealousy, you wouldn't have stolen Galadriel's ring and used it for evil!" He took a deep, shaky breath.
"Tauriel would still be alive," he murmured, turning away.
"Look Legolas-" Angeli began.
"Don't talk to me. Please, just stay out of my life. You've got what you wanted, Tauriel and I will probably never be together again." He paused, his voice cracking.
"Why can't you just leave and be happy?" He whispered. Then he stormed out of the room, unable to bear the pain any longer.
"As for you," Galadriel turned to her daughter.
"Give me my ring back, now!"
Angeli sighed, reluctantly giving Galadriel her Nenya.
"Now come with me!" Thranduil muttered, pushing Angeli out of the room.
For a moment Galadriel just stood there, watching the healer try to help the elleth Legolas loved so much.
"What have I done?" Galadriel whispered, clutching her ring tightly in her hand. Then it hit her.
"Let me try something," Galadriel whispered, going up to the healer.
"My lady, I wouldn't recommend trying anything, it could hurt her mo-"
"Look, it's kind of my fault that this elleth is even injured. Please, let me try this."
For a moment the healer looked as though she would object, but finally she simply bowed her head.
"Thank you, Sanatore," Galadriel murmured as the healer left, "Now let's see if the Ring of Light can't do this," she murmured, putting the ring on her hand and sitting down beside Tauriel, preparing for a long night.
Angeli stood all alone in her prison cell. Cobwebs lined the ceiling and raindrops echoed throughout the half empty Mirkwood dungeons. Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps, then the flash of blonde hair. Legolas! He came back!
"Legolas!" Angeli whispered. The prince simply walked past her cell.
"Legolas, I'm sorry I hurt Tauriel, I didn't mean to."
This made the prince turn around. His usually friendly blue eyes were hard as ice.
"No, you didn't mean to hurt you, did you? You meant to hurt me! Then Tauriel got in your way, and you killed her!" Legolas then began shouting multiple words in elvish. Some along the lines of "You're such a female dog" and "You're such a big pain in the donkey!" In the end, the prince stalked off, and Angeli was left in the corner of her cell, shocked and hurt. Legolas never used such foul language! Legolas has become a monster, and it's all my fault. Then, not for the first time, it dawned on her. Only Tauriel can fix him, only she can make him happy.