I was watching her prepare for her journey to my grave. She was leaving, and then that brown-haired elf, Lindir, she called him, walk up to her. He asked why she was leaving, and she told him she was going to see my grave. I could almost see his heart break, and for some reason, I was glad. Of course I was glad; a filthy pointy-ear was falling in love with my Tauriel. My Tauriel.
I was not expecting him to say that he'd never leave her. I was not expecting him to kiss her. She seemed like she liked it. Maybe even more than my lips, even though she only tasted them once. In a few seconds, she tangled her fingers in his hair. I was horrified, but I couldn't turn away.
When she stopped betraying me, she turned away. I was still angry, and I willed myself to float down. I pulled my sword out of my belt and thrust it through his heart. He sank to the ground, and I smiled, ready to chase after my Tauriel. But I did not. I heard him crying, big tears rolling down his "pretty" face.
He was not dead. He was not even close to dead.
I could feel the stars calling me home, and I just watched everything grow small as I flew back home.