Looking?

[herstarlight]

So you recall my existence; that is promising, however we are in the same position as before, are we not? While I reside with you, I have no home - no kin or brethren - and you have little thought to change my situation.

Do I need to be clearer?

Find a home.

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be prepared... I'm from a game with people desperate for Tauriel

[brokenleaf]

Tauriel.

[Legolas gives her a faint smile. He's very different from the Legolas she knows, his hair is cut short and uneven and there are scars across his neck from where he once had a collar set. His smile is still warm and genuine though.]

Tauriel is such an awkward Elfling. Especially next to rock stars like Thranduil and Legolas.

[herstarlight]

Lord Legolas! [She isn't quite breathing; she should fix that, but not before she bows - the motion stiff.] How -

[Concern crosses her features and she takes a step forward - only stopping herself belatedly.]

What has happened?

hi yes I'm from that game and desperate for Tauriel

[youngestone]

...Tauriel?

[If he seems a little uncertain and wary while also hopeful, he has good reason. The last time he saw her, she didn't know he was dead and vanished within a week. That was months ago.]

Ahhh Kili <3

[herstarlight]

[Her world stops. She forgets everything except that voice. His voice.

He's -] I would think I was dreaming if I didn't know otherwise.

shh Tauriel /pats her head

[brokenleaf]

Legolas, please. What am I lord of? [He makes himself laugh, moving to meet her and make her straighten. Even his right arm is riddled with scars, words in fact.]

A great deal that I would not wish to burden you with. Happier times are to come and that is what we should focus upon.

[youngestone]

I still might be dreaming. I'm not sure. Is it really you?

/awkward glare forever

[herstarlight]

Your father's realm...eventually. You are royalty. [Why is she explaining this? He should know.

And why is he so scarred?] Judging by your appearance, I would say you have not had many happy times.

/squishes her cheeks instead :p

[brokenleaf]

My father is immortal. Barring the slimmest of chances, none shall ever kill him. And what is a prince but someone being groomed to take over when their parents pass?

[Oh Tauriel. Legolas' fingers lightly brush the scars on his neck.] Ah, no. I have died. Five times. And Arda died.

/huff huff huff

[herstarlight]

He could choose to step aside one day. You do not know. [They cannot take anyone for granted. This is a lesson she knows all too well.]

F-Five...? [Her legs refuse to work. She falls to her knees, looking horrified.] Where... Where was I?

[herstarlight]

There is one way to know for certain. [She takes a breath and lays her hands on his cheeks.] Can you feel me?

[youngestone]

[He takes her hands in his and just beams.]

Tauriel. Tauriel. You're real!

[If only he were taller...]

[herstarlight]

[How can she not return that precious smile? Hers is broken around the edges and her eyes are blurry with tears.]

I...was not quick enough. You...fell.

/smug grin

[brokenleaf]

Not before I leave. Tauriel, the Sea calls to me. Besides, I would be a poor king. No one would better lead our people than my father. [Not for nothing is Thranduil called the greatest of Elvenkings.]

Everyone on Arda died with the world. [He kneels down to the ground with her.] The people who saved me could only save [there's a tiny scoff at the word 'save'] one person per world. And I would have had that person be me rather than you.

[youngestone]

I know--and I do not blame you, Tauriel. You tried.

[He clings a little]

What else could anyone ask for?

>8(

[herstarlight]

The Sea...? You are sailing to Valinor? [The thought of Thranduil without Legolas hurts. She forgoes propriety to toy gently with the shorn blonde locks.] He is a good King. I was mistaken in treating him so poorly.

[Even so, Legolas had been a good friend.]

I... [The information is too much. She stays kneeling on the ground until her mind can process it all.] Why so few? That seems cruel to the one saved.

You have always been kind to me.

[herstarlight]

Much! [She laughs shakily, leaning down to embrace him.] I did not get a chance to tell you. I waited too long and you fought a difficult battle without knowing that I wanted to be with you every step of the way.

[youngestone]

--what do you mean?

[This has got to be another dream. Durin knows he's had way, way too many of them since arriving in the ruined Middle-earth]

Tauriel? Do you mean...?

[herstarlight]

You know what I mean, amrâlimê. [The Khuzdul term of endearment is said quietly, carefully. How could she forget such a sweet word?] Le melin.

[youngestone]

[It should feel wrong, hearing an Elf say that.

But Kili doesn't care as he kisses Tauriel, completely overwhelmed. She loves him! He wasn't delusional!]

[herstarlight]

[She gives an undignified squeak, her face flushing to an intense red. Clearly Dwarves are awful for Elvish dignity and composure! But even flustered, Tauriel must admit the kiss is warm, soft and his beard tickles.]

...Kili.

[youngestone]

Tauriel. For months I--and you do! And you're alright!

[herstarlight]

I wasn't alright, but I am much better now. [His enthusiasm about her well-being makes it difficult to ever let him go.] I missed your smile.

[youngestone]

And I missed you. When I woke up in the Deepwood, you were there! And then you weren't...and I was worried.

[Kili isn't likely sense but he is so overwhelmed that he doesn't realize it or care right now. Tauriel loves him nothing else matters]

[herstarlight]

I...disappeared? Not intentionally I would think. [But it does worry her. She knows that she would go wherever he went.] Don't tell me you have found another dragon.

[youngestone]

No! No! ...possibly something worse. But no dragons!