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Emerald eyes flared in apprehension. This male felt no fear. Tauriel knew she should not either, but it was all that consumed her.

Like a fools jest, she was pinned, unable to move her hand just a few more inches forwards her waist where her daggers hilt lay horizontal to the floor hidden behind her captain cape. But she couldn’t no matter how hard she tried in those fleeting moments to grasp even the ivory hilt.

A panicked whimper left her throat as his hand came to grasp it, his scent was all over her. Ceder. Ashe. Earth. His breath hot against her flesh. It did not help her to close her eyes, the male was talking now. His voice burning its way into her mind, the only thing she wished for now was his screams as she cut him with her blades.

That was all folly now, she was a captured fool. A silly girl restrained and at this mans taking. No matter how hard she shut her eyes, it would change nothing. She had already lost.

Without thought, and without pride, The warden flared up and threw herself upon him. Her scream of rage muffled by the dense foliage. Making quick use of her strength while she had it, Tauriel straddled the off-balanced male, planting her kneecaps on top of his floating ribs and her blades to his throat.

Panting, a wild look crossed her face as water flooded her eyes. She had never killed an elf before, but it was all she wished to do now. The blood was draining from her clenched hands, panting the captain shifted both blades slightly. “I could kill you.” 

The Noldo sat up slowly, rubbing a hand against the chilled skin of his throat. Her words were dark and troubled— heavy with hopelessness. He chuckled a little, feeling the sting of her breath against his ear even when she had loosed him. “How terribly serious you are. If you have only darkness then you must learn to love the lack of light. Those who do not sing and do not laugh will die silent and forgotten. Do you never laugh, girl?”

   Tyelkormo rose slowly up to his feet and filled his full height. He was tall and strong, built with the stone of years and many wars and the natural hardness that his father had possessed. He straightened the front of his leather jerkin and watched her with a curious and bemused look alight in his gaze.

   “I do not look for the end.” He laughed again and smirked wolfishly, shrugging his broad shoulders and holding out his arms to demonstrate their emptiness. “I do not look for my path. I have always known it. One foot in front of the other, Captain, will carry a man well enough— think too much about it and you will tarry. Good soldiers follow orders, don’t they? Simple enough.”

Tauriel stayed crouched low, rocking upon her heels as she watched him rise. He was as wild as she; with her allegiance knotted to her kin, she questioned where his remained. 

“Do you ever stop talking, boy?” She quipped, unwilling to argue with his words. Their minstrels now learned to live by the music of blades, the whistle of arrows and the silence of a hunt. They had times of merriment, of laughter by the fires and instruments at their leisure but those days now were few and far between, at least for the captain whose duties were to secure the boundaries and to gain land and freedom wherever possible. 

Slowly Tauriel rose as well, her daggers flicking to the insides of her forearms where she slowly moved to resheathe them in their place upon her back. She was a head shorter than he and not nearly as broad; her build was meant for speed and in a sense, “Flying”; her hand to hand fighting style was almost acrobatic. Shockingly enough, his size did not diffuse her spite for him though his words seemed to For only a moment she smiled, her serious facade melting into a subtle lop-lopsided grin that did not reach her eyes. “One foot in front of the other. Yes.”

But then she remembered just who she spoke to and just what he had done. As soon as her words were gone, her smile dissipated. “To think I would be discussing philosophical matters with a Feanorian.” Scoffing, she passed a gaze towards their surroundings, Tauriel inclined her head back to Tyelkormo. “Why did I not feel nor hear your approach before?”