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(The words are surprising and they earn a small nod. She seems to stand taller; straighter.)

Your spirit would do us good, Furiosa.

[ She nods, rigidly. ]

And yours, us too.

You don't want to find out what it's like, when it's gone.

I would be glad to help if I could.

Is it...gone...for you?

(Forests? Tauriel suppresses a shudder.)

You may have already.

[ Furiosa doesn't look the least bit less mean, but, she does stand a little softer, breathes a little easier. ]

....Yeah. All of it.

I do not know how, but I am glad of it.

(Small gestures can change the course of one's day - or even the course of one's life.)

I'm sorry. To witness such a loss...

(She tugs off a pin and holds it out to Furiosa. It is in the shape of a green leaf.)

There is the green I am accustomed to.

I might let her keep the damn rat.

I---I didn't witness it, just knew that it happened.

[ Instinctively, she wants to reach out and touch it, but compared to her arm and her opposite, dirty rough hands, it's something too pretty, too fragile; she didn't want to tarnish it. Not for lack of confidence in herself or that she was unworthy, but rather just to keep it as it is; it was something to be admired. ]

This? It's like this, where you're from?

That would be generous of you.

Oh... So you have never seen a green forest?

(She keenly wishes she could take Furiosa to the Mirkwood. Even with Spiders and Orcs and Sauron's taint, it is a sight to behold.

After thinking for a few seconds, Tauriel reaches for the other woman's hands and places the pin on her palm.)

I would take you to my home if I could. Since I cannot, I would like for you to have this.

Only once. When I was very young. I can barely remember it now, it's been so long.

If it means I get to see something similar, I'll starve.

[ Furiosa's hesitant to let her, fear that her hands would dirty it, and fear that she might be taking away something precious to this warrior captain she'd only just met. Her prosthetic arm is retracted. ]

No, please---I couldn't.

I know you can do it, you'll save Mirkwood, but...if this is all you have of it to take with you, I couldn't.

Your memory is not like mine. I recall events long past as if they are happening before me. I will never forget.

(She frowns sadly and doesn't retract the pin.)

I carry Mirkwood with me in here. (She motions at her head.) And here. (Then her heart.) A pin does not remind me of it.

I want you to have something green in your life - and do not worry about tarnishing it. It is of Elvish make. It cannot be scratched and the colors will not dull.

[ Furiosa doesn't ask; perhaps it had to do with her being an elf that she could recall with such accuracy.

But the steadfast Imperator looks shocked, frankly. That she's being given such a gift. ]

I'll see to it it's meaning isn't forgotten.

But.

[ Her metal hand comes up to yank the black scarf from her neck. She won't be pinning it, instead, she'll mimic her new comrade's actions, and place it in her hand. ]

Only if you take some of this angry woman's spirit with you.

It's not green, and sure as hell isn't shiny, but. It's me.

I cannot ask you to do more with this gift. (Frankly she can't imagine being without some sort of green growth. Furiosa called her past angry and she can understand it being so if it was barren of visible life.

Tauriel looks taken aback by the return gift, but she smiles at Furiosa's reasoning. The scarf is tucked safely into a satchel under her cloak.)

Your spirit will see the forest. I will make sure of it.

No, I will.

[ She stops, quite suddenly. ]

I'll leave this writer's head long enough to. No matter what she has me do.

Don't take it with you to show it the forest, take it with you to aid in saving yours.

(She can't find it in her to doubt. Furiosa speaks plainly and she doesn't lie. Tauriel respects her greatly for that.)

I will see that you are welcome.

(Her eyes sting and she bows her head.)

I shall wear it with pride as I face the Enemy.

[ She...actually chuckles at that. Imagining this pristine looking warrior, wearing a scarf she wore thundering down the Fury Road, screaming.

Her emotion isn't wasted on her though, and she reaches out her metal arm to rest it on her shoulder in support. ]

...Still up for that angry story?

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(She'll wear it too. Battles are scary places no matter your side or how many you have standing beside you. If she can carry this moment - and all of Furiosa's strength - with her, she will fare so much better.

With a teary smile, she rests a hand on top of Furiosa's prosthetic hand.)

Please tell me.

[ Then she'll love what she hears next. ]

It doesn't just carry my spirit.

But that of fourteen others and myself.

[ Furiosa tries to consolidate her words, to make it as short a story as possible. ]

I was born in what we called 'The Green Place'. I don't remember it much, because I was taken, my birth mother killed, and I? Made the best of by a road gang, and then, eventually traded to a man who thought himself a god. I promised I would go back one day.

The man had five wives, and he had me protect them. They were fed, bathed, what have you, and I couldn't understand back then why they were so miserable, they had everything I didn't; it was because they weren't free.

So I took them and what that man gave me, including one of his men and one of their men, and I freed them. We faced an army on the way out.

I took them back to The Green Place.

By then? It was gone. My mothers weren't. But it didn't really matter. Most of my clan was. We packed up all fifteen of us and swore we'd take what the man had left. A great big city he starved and water and what little green there was left in the world.

All of us, were sure we were going to die. But, we were going to die together, and we were going to die angry, on the Fury Road, taking back what was rightfully ours; our lives. Naturally, we faced an army on the way back in, too.

[ She pauses. ]

I lost the rest of my mothers that day, but the five daughters, and I, were freed.

[ She couldn't bear to mention Splendid's grisly fate. But, she knew the woman was free, too, albeit in a different way. ]

Now I'm here.

[ If she had less resolve, she would tear up herself. Too bad the desert had hardened her beyond her years. She would cry later; this woman was still fighting, and she couldn't afford to see her tears. ]

And I was angry, that I'd been taken away. From my new sisters, from that desert hell, but now....now I'm not.

(She is quiet and still as she listens. This is a story that will give her deeper insight into Furiosa and she wants that very much. What makes someone so selfless and so strong? She had lost her arm - or been born without it - and yet she seems an unstoppable force. Even her name makes Tauriel think of a storm.)

I have another name for your past: remarkable. That descriptor suits you too.

(Tears are a luxury she doesn't usually allow herself, but this touches her deeply.)

Promise me you will share your story with others? I think everyone seeks that sort of freedom. We build cages for ourselves sometimes.

(She knows that her heart is right and she needs to follow where it leads. No matter the consequences.)

You are so strong. (Her voice wavers and she steps forward, embracing Furiosa without a single hesitation.) I am your elder by far, but I have learned from you.

I must seek my freedom too.

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[ Furiosa humbly shakes her head. But it's really, not a point to argue with Tauriel about her. ]

I will.

[ The hug is a little off kilter for her, not exactly something she was expecting, but it's not unwelcome. In fact, it's warmly received, with a hand to the back of her head instead of her shoulders, a greeting of fondness she shared with few others. ]

And I you; that I can't be stubborn, not when faced with great opportunity. That's...yeah. That's a cage, if anything.

You'll get it. And if you don't, then---well. Steal it. Whatever it takes.

(It's an affectionate gesture to touch an Elf's hair. Yet Tauriel feels it's fitting. Furiosa has shared some of the deepest parts of her spirit and her past. She too feels like she has opened up to this woman more than she has to just about anyone else in years.

Maybe they can achieve their dreams.)

You will do what's right. That's your nature. (She steps back, hands resting on Furiosa's shoulders.) I will too. I won't let anyone tell me I'm wrong for listening to my heart.

Heart, freedom.

What's holding you back? Sounds like more than just saving a forest.

My people if I'm being honest.

I know I love someone they won't accept.

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oh man i'm having feelings

:( Ahhh me too. These two <3

i may actually be crying also your Tauriel is golden

I love your Furiosa <3 We need to make our own canon

THANK ;; IT WOULD BE SO COOL. esp if they were in a game together also whoops tldr

Totally agree and it's a lovely tl;dr so don't worry. <3

i gotta sleep but IM TOTES HERE FOR THIS IN THE MORNING

Rest well! :D

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