My friends and I have all learned how to write the elvish alphabet along with dwarvish, so yes, parts of this were originally in elvish, using "paint image" on wordpad. However, since fanfiction wouldn't allow me to put it here, it's simply written like this. Enjoy-Mallowbloom

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Galadriel sighed in exhaustion. She had been working with Tauriel for 3 hours, with little results. The young elleth's breathing wasn't getting any better, and time was running out. Tauriel didn't have long to live. There was the thud of a door, then a shape came and sat beside Galadriel.
"How's it going?" Legolas whispered softly.
"Not too good," Galadriel admitted, "how did patrolling the dungeons go?" The look on Legolas's face said it all.
"You didn't know Thranduil kept Angeli in the dungeons, did you?"
"No," Legolas replied bitterly, "had I known, I never would've gone in there."
Galadriel muttered one final incantation, then stepped back.
"I've done all I can. It's out of my hands," she stood up.
"Wait, will she live?" Legolas demanded, putting a hand on her shoulder and standing up.
"I don't know, Legolas. All we can do now is hope." With that, she left the room. Legolas sat down again, and held Tauriel's hand tightly.
"Please don't leave me," Legolas whispered, bowing his head.
"I-I can't live without you. H-how will I tell Florescat you're gone?" Tears started to flow down Legolas's cheeks.
"Just...don't leave," he repeated, "I need you." He leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips.

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"Can we go now?" Angeli whined. Seeing Legolas kiss Tauriel had made her feel very uncomfortable.
Thranduil turned to her. "Don't you feel even a twig of remorse for what you've done? Tauriel is hanging onto life by a thread, and all you can think about is how terrible your life is?"
Angeli said nothing, and simply turned around letting her guards escort her back to the dungeons.
"She's a tough nut to crack," a voice remarked.
Thranduil turned his head to see Florescat standing a few feet away.
"Hi Florescat."
"How long has the prince been with Tauriel?"
"A half an hour or so."
"He must be really concerned, with him being her boyfriend and all."
"He just wants he to survive. However, if he spends all his time with her, I'll interfere."
"I guess. Do you think that will happen?"
"Legolas knows his limits, I trust him."
Florescat gave Thranduil a weird look.
"Since when did you become a responsible father?"
Thranduil sighed, "Since I almost ruined my son's life."

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Galadriel walked up to Angeli's cell, and by the look on her face, she wasn't too happy.
"Mother! Have you convienced the king to set me free?" Angeli asked, pressing against the cell bars. The Lady of Light gave her daughter an icy glare.
"No. Instead, the king and I have decided to have you taken to court."
"What?! How could you let this happen?"
"You went too far. You must learn that actions have consequences."
"Legolas hurt me too. Where's his consequence?"
"He didn't almost kill someone!" Galadriel argued.
"He killed me on the inside! I love him, I was supposed to marry him! Instead he left for that bitch !" Angeli shouted.
"You have to accept the fact that he loves her! We were wrong to to interfer, I see that now...and if Tauriel dies because of our foolish actions, I'll never forgive myself."
"If Tauriel dies, Legolas will have have me," Angeli whispered softly.
Galadriel simply looked into the distance.
"All you ever cared about was Legolas loving you, I'm ashamed to say I was blind to your ways," she murmured, turning away.
"I can't believe this," Angeli gasped, "My own mother is against me!" She spat.
"Legolas didn't hurt Tauriel to the brink of death, Angeli you did! Take responsability for you actions! Accept the fact that Tauriel is half-dead and accept that it is souly your fault!"
Angeli opened her mouth to speak.
"Not Legolas's fault, not Thranduil's, not mine!" Galadriel intersepted.
"M-my actions!?" Angeli whispered, outraged.
Galadriel shook her head. "What a spoiled brat you are. I thought I'd raised you differently," she murmured, walking away.
"Wait! Mother! Don't leave! What'll happen to me?!" Angeli shouted after her.

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"Legolas?"
The prince looked up to see Thranduil standing in front of him.
"You finally left the healer's place," Thranduil commented.
Legolas rose from his throne.
"I needed to give Sanatore some space," Legolas told his father.
"No doubt you're tiered too," Thranduil remarked, seeing dark circles under his son's eyes.
Legolas nodded miserably.
"Oh Legolas, come here," Thranduil whispered, holding out his arms. A single tear slid down Legolas cheek as embraced his father tightly.
"I know it's hard right now, but it'll get better, trust me. Tauriel is in good hands," Thranduil murmured.
"But...I'm scared. What if she doesn't make it?" Legolas whispered.
"Shh...do not speak like that. She will survie," Thranduil told him confidently.
"Are you sure?" Legolas sniffed.
Thranduil pulled away from Legolas, but held his hands on his son's shoulders, staring directly into his icy blue eyes.
"Tauriel is a fighter, Legolas, you should know this. She is a strong, stuborn, fighter. She won't let Angeli's magic kill her, she wouldn't leave you. She loves you," Thranduil told Legolas sternly.
Legolas nodded, whiping the tears from his eyes.
"Good," Thranduil nodded, removing his hands from his son's shoulders.
"Now go get some sleep," Thranduil told him, "Mirkwood needs their prince heathy and strong."

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"How is she?" Legolas asked, peering into the healer's place. He was met with the sight of Sanatore sitting on Tauriel's bed, a bottle of water was in her hand. She looked up and Legolas saw perplextion written all over her face.
"What happened?" Legolas demanded, alarm bells going off in his mind.
"I-it's nothing alarming, my prince," she began hesitantly. The alarm bells ceased, but Legolas's body remained tense.
"Then what is it?" He asked, somewhat irritibly.
"It's Tauriel."
Legolas felt his stomache churn at her name, but he nodded, willing Sanatore to continue.
"It-it's the strangest thing," she continued, shaking her head.
"When you left yesterday, Tauriel started to toss and turn, she was muttering in her sleep as well."
Legolas's eyes streched wide in shock. Was Tauriel finally getting better? Would she actually survive?
"I've been trying to force water into her body so she'll feel stronger. I actually got a few centemeters of water in her," Sanatore explained.
Legolas nodded, "Has she opened her eyes yet?"
Sanatore shook her head sadly, "No, that is the only progress she's made so far."
Legolas looked back at Tauriel, then took Sanatore's place on her bed.
"I think I have something to help her," Sanatore told him slowly, as if not to jinx it. She ran out of the room, almost hitting the door frame on the way out.
"Here we are!" She shouted exitedly, walking into the room with a bottle of ivory liquide that almost resembled mist in a bottle or fog in a bottle.
"Here it is, I hope it works," Sanatore mumbled.
"What is it?"
"Healing water ," Sanatore explained in elvish.
"And you think it will help?"
"Either that or...since it's older...it could possibly kill her ," she whispered.
"What?" Legolas shouted.
"Legolas, she might not die, but we have to give this to her now!" Sanatore, unaware she was still speaking in elvish, continued on, urging Legolas to use the liquid.
Finally, she drew a deep, sharp breath, delicately placing the liquid in Legolas's hands. The prince cringed as the bottle was placed in his hands, then slowly relaxed his body, though his mind stayed troubled. For moments Legolas just sat there, staring at the bottle in his hands, pondering what to do. If I give Tauriel the water, she could die, but if I don't give her this, the results could be deadly. What do I do? I-I don't want to loose Tauriel...I can't loose Tauriel...
"Legolas?" Sanatore asked, finally speaking in english, "What do you want to do?"