Her gaze dropped to study a leaf. It’s intricate veins and heavyset green pigments, the way it bent in the ends and flattened itself around The edges. When the wind told the leaf to move, it moved. “Of course." 

Placidly, tauriel removed her armor and then her clothes, folding them to tuck away beneath her arm as she made way for the kings chambers. she had no fear of rape or sex when the king was in her mind, commanding her. He was her officer, her leader– she trusted him blindly.