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Tauriels mouth went ajar as she processed his words.
Her hazel eyes becoming intensely placid, her silent elven nature he seemed to always fall in awe with, was flaring.

She weighed her options.
If she met his feelings back, he would have happiness — they would have potentially some happiness. But how would they bring children to this world? How could she cope when he was nothing but a worms meal and a trees leaves? How could she cope when all she would be left with are fading memories and forgotten words and voices?

It seemed as though all the problems in the woodlands became of no concern to the she-elf as her gaze moved back and forth in thought.
Her world consisted of only him and her for the moment; her world felt like it lost all gravity and she was suspended in thin air.
Blinking rapidly, The daughter of the woodlands smiled softly, extending a gentle hand to grasp his bearded cheek. “I know you do.”

Her smile betrayed her mind, as her heart seemed to do for all she saw was how much love she held for her little friend; they stood together, alone and believing in freedom and non prejudice — a life where grudges were erased and bonds were reformed in pure, innocent trust with no malicious betrayals.

“Come, you need to sleep,” Tauriel reached forward and withdrew the wine glass from his hand, taking it in her own as she led him to bed.

 

Kíli fell silent after Tauriel had spoken, feeling the need to say something, anything that would close the gap of worlds between them, but, for once, he could think of nothing, no words that would ever suffice. And so he quieted down, his hand curled around hers, eyes gazing outward, lost in thought. She was right, there never was any guarantee of life, and Kíli knew that well enough. He had the scars along his back and chest to prove the amount of times his life had hung by a thread, and yet here he was, still alive and breathing somehow.

How many more nights like this would they have to share? How many days would they be able to spend next to each other, talking and laughing, skin brushing innocently, pretending as if their world was filled only with light and good and that the shadows that threatened to fall over Middle-earth didn’t exist. Pretending that some day Kíli’s head may fall heavy with a crown he didn’t want, or that Tauriel’s rank and position could pull them away. Pretending that their relationship had any semblance of normality or promise.

“Let us not speak of this,” Kíli said finally, his voice distant, his thoughts carried upon the wind. “Our worlds are too different for us to ever - communicate on such a subject properly.” Kíli let out a small laugh and looked up at Tauriel, as frustrated as ever at his inability to read her stoic expressions.

Tauriel sat upon the edge of her low rising bed, her gaze now level with Kili’s. It was so obvious how he felt, she felt it too – that suspensed mindset of; What do we do? 

But his words brought sadness to her hazel eyes. “What do you think, Kili, is proper in this situation?” Tauriel paused, uncertain about his laugh. Her gaze moved towards to their hand, where she gave him a soft encouraging squeeze before moving her fingers against his palm in an effort to relax him. “I am trying, I have not stopped trying – I know the day will come when I will not remember your voice, your touch, your scent, your smile, your laugh. I will have trouble recalling this moment into mind, it will become a distant memory that I will not see clearly anymore unless I dream, and I will not remember it when I wake.” Tauriel felt the burn in her eyes as tears became a threat she fought against. 

“Even in death I will never be with you again, I fear this. I fear the ages without you as my support, as my friend. I fear the long strain of time that I shall face without you. Do not tell me that we are not communicating upon this subject properly. We are with each other, right now, that is proper enough."