
“I do not need to question for I know!” She matched his tone, before resettling into her stoic demeanor.Thranduil’s eyes narrowed slightly. “I sent him there for his protection, not for him to go….prancing off on a dangerous quest! You cannot blame me for this. If anyone is to blame it is Elrond, and he will know my wrath if Legolas does not return to us. How dare you say this to me? Get out of my sight, Tauriel.”
“Do not question why I sent him there.” He raised his voice now, standing from his throne. “Imladris is a protected place, a safe place. Evil does not go there. He would not have been protected here! War will be upon us soon, and I do not know if we will be able to withstand it. You have not seen the horrors that I have seen. You do not know what we are up against!”
She was naive, so horribly naive. “I should have sent him to Círdan, but I thought Elrond would have sense enough to keep him safe.” He trusted Elrond to keep him safe. Obviously he had trusted him too easily.