Legolas simply stared at Sanatore for more then a few moments.
"How certain are you that this won't kill Tauriel?"
Sanatore thought for a few moments before answering.
"70% certain."
Legolas took a deep breath. There's a first time for everything.
"Let's do this," he said at last, uncorking the bottle.
Sanatore nodded somberly, watching Legolas raise the bottle to Tauriel's lips. Once at Tauriel's lips, he stopped, pausing to look at Sanatore, his eyes clouded with obvious anxiety. He turned back to Tauriel, then slowly poured the liquid into her mouth until it was all gone. He then stepped back, gripping her hand, and regarding her face with concern.
"Legolas?" A voice whispered. Legolas turned to Sanatore, assuming she had spoken.
"Yes?" He responded, eying her wearily.
Sanatore looked up from her "book of remedies" and stared at Legolas.
"What?" She demanded a while later.
"What do you mean 'what'? Did you not just call my name?" Legolas told her accusingly.
Sanatore shook her head, puzzled. Legolas's eyes widened as the realization hit him. Sanatore's eyes met Legolas's and they both turned to Tauriel at the same time.
"Did you speak?" Legolas asked her.
Tauriel didn't move, but then Legolas felt something clutch his hand. Looking down at his hand, he noticed Tauriel's hand was gripping his tightly.
"I'm here," Legolas murmured.
"Legolas? Legolas!" Tauriel mumbled, trashing back and forth.
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"Tauriel! Tauriel! Tauriel!" A voice repeated.
Who is that? Where am I? And how long have I been out? Tauriel wondered.
"Tauriel!" The voice shouted again. Tauriel tried to look around her, but everything was black.
I'm defiantly not in the healer's place, so where am I? She felt for wounds. Nothing. She was perfectly fine. Before she could even develop an escape plan, a bright, luminous light was forming a hallway in front of her, Tauriel squinted at the sudden light.
What have I got to loose? She shrugged, walking through the hallway.
After what seemed like eternity, the hallway ended, and Tauriel found herself in Thranduil's throne room, a figure with blonde hair stood in front of her.
"Oh Legolas! My prince! I've missed you so much!" Tauriel whispered, running to hug him. Legolas turned around and Tauriel stumbled back in shock. This Legolas looked exactly like the original, but wore a cocky smile.
"Legolas?" Tauriel whispered again.
"Oh, it's you," he replied, disappointed.
"You're not happy to see me?" Tauriel asked.
"No. Listen, Tauriel, I've been thinking, and I love Angeli way more then you. Sorry, but it's over."
"What? But all those magical moments...I-I thought you loved me..." tears started flowing down Tauriel's cheeks.
"Love? You?" Rather then comfort her, this Legolas just laughed in disbelief. "Why would I ever fall in love with such a lowly silvan elf such as yourself? Especially one so soft and pitiful!"
Tauriel felt as though she had been struck by a brick wall.
Who is this stuck up brat? She wondered disgustedly.
"You are not my real prince then," Tauriel told the false Legolas.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. The Legolas I know and love would never act like such a spoiled brat! The real Legolas loves me!"
"I am the real Legolas!" Fake Legolas insisted.
"The real Legolas is humorous, warm hearted, and gentle...you may share the prince's looks, but the similarities end there!" Tauriel told him, tying not to shake.
"Enough!" Legolas roared, shaking with fury.
"Guards!" He yelled, clapping his hands once. Two guards suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Still, Tauriel held her ground.
"You don't scare me," she told him as evenly as possible.
He simply laughed, making Tauriel's throat close up.
Tauriel, wake up...
Who is that? No matter, it's probably evil anyways. Tauriel thought, shaking her head.
Tauriel, come back to me... the voice continued, causing Tauriel to narrow her eyes in annoyance.
Well? What is it? Tauriel demanded, addressing the voice for the first time.
You can speak? It's me, Legolas. Tauriel, open your eyes, please... At the name "Legolas" Tauriel intently tensed.
How do I know you're not fake? Tauriel asked.
Claimed "Legolas" seemed to hesitate before responding: "Just trust me."
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Legolas took a deep breath, what had Tauriel meant when she had wondered if he was "fake"? What on middle earth was going through the elleth's head?
"What do I do?" Legolas demanded Sanatore.
"Just keep talking to her," Sanatore urged, standing a respectful distance away.
Forcing himself to calm down, Legolas continued talking to now still Tauriel.
"Florescat is really missing you," Legolas murmured.
"If you're the real Legolas..." Tauriel whispered, stirring. "What did you tell me...the night you came to pick me up...to see the..." she paused, coughed.
"The special guests," she finished.
Legolas thought back to that day. Now what had he said? Then it hit him.
"I-I told you that you looked different," his voice was barley a whispered, "you giggled and said that you hoped it wasn't a bad thing," he smiled at the beautiful memory, then again, every memory with Tauriel had been good, well, almost. Tauriel stirred once, then lay still.
"Tauriel? Are you there?"Legolas whispered, panicking.
The elleth stirred once more, and Legolas caught his breath, waiting for something to happen. Suddenly, Tauriel's eyelids flickered, and blue eyes met green.
"Tauriel...? Thank Gandolf...I thought I'd lost you," Legolas whispered, squishing her hand.
"My prince, I'd never leave you," Tauriel whispered back.
Watching the couple from where she sat, Sanatore smiled, knowing fully well that Legolas didn't know the real reason behind Tauriel's recovery...well, not yet, anyways.