Tauriel had disobeyed her king's command. Instead of staying, she went to pursuit the Hunter Orcs led by Bolg. During the hunt, she comes to a rocky promontory at the end of the river and at at the banks of the lake. Far across the lake, Esgaroth was still visible in the distance. On the rocks, she examined pieces of a deer that the orcs had previously shot and ripped apart for a meal. Hearing something, Tauriel turns her head slightly and reaches for something at her side. She whips around and comes to a crouch with an arrow nocked to her bow. Several yards behind her was Legolas, also with his bow drawn.
"Ingannen le Orch." (I thought you were an Orc.) Tauriel said in elvish.
"Cí Orch im, dangen le." (If I were an Orc, you would be dead.) Legolas replied back in elvish.
They both lower their bows.
"Tauriel, you cannot hunt thirty orcs on your own." Legolas said.
"But I'm not on my own." Tauriel grinned.
"You knew I would come." Legolas smiled. "The king is angry, Tauriel. For 600 years, my father has protected you, favored you. You defied his orders; you betrayed his trust." Then, he convinced her to come back with I'm, saying in elvish. "Dandolo na nin...e gohenatha." (Come back with me... he will forgive you.)
"Ú-'ohenathon. Cí dadwenithon, ú-'ohenathon im." (But I will not. If I go back, I will not forgive myself.) Tauriel declined in elvish and spoke back in english. "The king has never let orc-filth from our lands, yet he would let this orc-pack cross our borders and kill our prisoners."
"It is not our fight." Legolas argued.
"It is our fight." Tauriel argued back. "It will not end here. With every victory, this evil will grow. If your father has his way, we will do nothing. We will hide within our walls, live our lives away from the light, and let darkness descend. Are we not part of this world?" She stares at him. "Tell me, mellon, when did we let evil become stronger than us?"
Legolas looks conflicted, and began to realize that Tauriel was right all along.