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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.

 

“Then what do we do? Do we just continue to exist in this state where we pretend that this is as far as our companionship goes? Holding hands and staring at the stars and speaking without really saying anything?” Kíli’s voice rose in pitch and in speed, and when he turned his eyes to Tauriel, they held a great pain. “One day, you will forget me, and I will be nothing to you, and I will be nothing more than dust and dirt buried underground. So - so take the risk. Let me love you. Allow me that, and don’t make excuses as to why we cannot be, because one day it’ll all be forgotten.”

In a moment of hopelessness, Kíli withdrew his hand and turned away, walking towards the door, opening it simply to look out the the world around them, eyes searching for some sort of meaning in the darkness of the surrounding forest. Kíli wondered how much Tauriel knew of Dwarven love, specifically how infrequently it came. And he wondered if he was fooling himself, giving himself a false sense of hope about what was and ever could happen between himself and the elf who sat so close and yet so far away from him.

A cool breeze kissed the brush and leaves and drew the hair across his face, and he bowed his head, the cold seeping into his bones, though if that was a result of the wind, he knew not.

She had just exposed everything to him; her true fears and what she wished for most. What she fear the most in her personal life; a life she did not spend much luxuries on because of her duties. 

“I do not mean it to be worded so harshly—" 
Tauriel frowned when he sharply pulled away from her grip and clunked over to her doorway, opening it and standing there. 
Angered by his reaction she stood, as silent as the wind that brushed past them. She wanted to tear what spartan things she had in her hut off of the boards they rested on. 

She stood on the opposite side of the room, uncertain on what course to take, whether to allow her tongue free reign. She had just wanted to spend time with him, to rest with him and speak with him. 
She was trying and he stood there and claimed she made excuses. 
Hurt shattered her facial features as she spoke, "I have made no excuses as to why I love you, I have told you what will happen, if the worst does not happen.” Her voice was soft.  "If you ask me to love you in bed, just as I do when I hold your hand; when we look to the stars; when we sit in comfortable silence, if you ask me to love you like I do, you will bring me to my death. Is what we wish eventually worth the life of my people and I?“