I remembered today as Mereth Nuin Giliath. The feast of Starlight. The first time we spoke kindly to each other. It is the opposite today.
She's been pretending that Legolas, the bleach-haired, filthy pointy-ear that threatened my uncle, is her son-in-law. It's supposed to be a joke, but no, she wants him to marry her daughter.
They went to a cliff on top of a waterfall, and I hoped that Lindir would fall. But, no, instead they just sit, drinking wine and pointing out constellations. One time, Tauriel points at me, directly at me, and says "That's Kili's Star." Every bit of my body is screaming at her. Yes, I am here, Tauriel. Reach up and take my hand. Leave the Lindir for good.
But no. Legolas smiles at her, and then turns his head towards the Lindir. He blushes, and stands up, dragging Tauriel up to him. He tells her that he loves her, and that he wants to marry her. No. No, no, no, no, no. Please say no, Tauriel! You've betrayed me enough. Please say no.
She says nothing, but kisses him. I fall to my knees, and shoot arrow after arrow towards him, knowing that they will do no good.
I want to go to my family. I want to go away from Tauriel and Lindir and all the Elves on this entire world. Let me go, Tauriel. I'm begging you again, please let me go!