November 30, 2941 T.A.
Today I departed from Lorien on horseback. I have spent many weeks in the care of the elves of Lothlorien, and I feel refreshed in both body and spirit. I can impose upon their hospitality no longer; after all, I am banished from my homeland, and there is no other place for me to call my own.
"What must I do?" I asked the Lady. "How may I regain my honour?"
"How did you lose it?" she asked.
"I drew a weapon against my king," I replied, unable to look her in the face.
"My child, why did you do that?"
"I… I loved Kili… I was afraid, afraid that something might happen to him, and I wanted to save him more than anything," I whispered.
"You were afraid," she repeated. "Tauriel, fear was your downfall." She put a hand on my cheek and wiped away the tears from my eyes. "But love will be your redemption."
Then she gave me a horse and bid me farewell.
Wish you were here,
Tauriel.