Can You Thaw This Heart Of Mine?

Chapter 6

Tauriel stormed off and nestled herself between two huge, mossy tree roots and sat there. She hugged her legs and let the tears flow as Legolas' words rang through her head.

"I don't need your help...I don't need you!"

Tauriel was heartbroken. She didn't know how to feel; she did the right thing but it cost her his temper. She would break down whenever she'd remember the way he scolded her. It was mesmerizing.

She covered her face and continued to cry openly when she heard a clank in front of her. Instinctively, she stopped crying and looked ahead, only to find her bloodied knives lying there in front of her. But that was not all. The elleth saw a pair of feet of the same level as her knives. Her eyes trailed upward, trying to decipher who owned these foul feet and when alas she laid eyes on his face, she gasped of horror. It was Bolg.

The elleth lunged forward to get her daggers and fight him, but the orc knew she would do just that and was one step ahead of her. He stepped on her hand and Tauriel could feel the pain rising up.

"Where do you think you're going?" he snarled and the next thing Tauriel saw were a bunch of orc feet closing in behind their master.

Legolas was all alone. It had been moments ever since Tauriel stormed off and hard as he may try, he couldn't forget that look of pain on her face as the tears rolled down.

"Fine!"

The way she yelled at him...he knew that she was hurt, and instantly, he wished he could've taken every word he said. His conscience began to bother him non stop, and he soon felt remorse.

"I never should have done that..." he thought with a deep sigh and set out to look for her. Legolas knew he just drove off an important elf in his life, he knew he hurt her...he knew he took her for granted.

She cared enough to make him smile and cared for him so much that she was willing to risk her safety for his own. "And I...and I made her cry..."

Instantly, he knew he had to find her and set things right. "Tauriel?" he called, "Tauriel!"

"Did she arrive to Mirkwood already?" he thought. "Maybe she is in her room now."

Legolas got ready to turn back and go when he heard a loud cry. It sounded feminine...and familiar.

"Stop!" she yelled, "Please!"

The next sounds he heard were still audible, but he knew that the voice was muffled-as if someone has gagged the mouth of the victim to keep it shut. Then, the prince heard a new set of voices; they were taunting and jeering at their prey.

"Let's take her to our lair!" one said and shouts of cheer rang out through the forest. Legolas raced to where he knew he had heard the voices and hoped that he wasn't too late.

"Tauriel..." he murmured, knowing the elleth is in real danger and us being stowed to a place of sordidness and filth. "...What have I done...?"

Tauriel began to get her consciousness back and looked around. The place was dark and musky...she didn't want to be here. She tried to stand up, but felt as if her body won't comply.

Her neck felt sore, bur she looked down the best she can and saw that her feet were tied together, so were her wrists behind her back. Her mouth was gagged with familiar elvish cloth. Suddenly, a shadow looked and Tauriel saw Bolg standing in front of her.

Her eyes glared and he laughed at her.

"I suppose you want to know what happened?" he snarled and gave another laugh. Tauriel tried to restrain from the things that bound her...in vain.

As promised, Bolg began to recount what had happened awhile ago just before she ended up here.

The orc stepped in her hands as she tried to reach for her knives. Soon, a whole swarm of orcs came and stood against her. Tauriel was hauled up by two hands who seized her with crushing force.

"Let me go!"she demanded, and they laughed.

"I ought to kill you right now," said Bolg, "but you could play a very important role in my plans against the prince..."

Tauriel knew that Legolas must still be around and started to shout, hoping he'd hear it. Bolg's patience was running out and he gave her a hard blow with his fist.

She became silent as pain engulfed her entrails once more. Then, she felt his filthy hands touch the green rains if her garment and tore it off, using one to tie her legs and hands.

"Please, stop!" she yelled, her legs flailing in desperation. Just then, another went right over her mouth, preventing her from speaking.

They saw how pathetic she looked and mocked her. In an instant, Bolg gave her another blow,and she was out cold.

The elleth now remembered everything and struggled violently. Bolg laughed at how desperate she was. He ran a dark finger across her face, which made Tauriel shudder with disgust.

"Trust me," he sneered,leaving a tiny scratch on her face, "you are my key for my victory."

Unknown to him, Legolas waited outside their lair-his mission no longer to defeat Bolg and carry out his vengeance...but to save Tauriel.