Tauriel scoffed. When had she disobeyed him? When had she argued his word, challenged his authority? It was all a first in this heated moment, her breaking point.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.”
Thranduil watched her, blue eyes darkened with rage. Why had he ever appointed her to such a position? Always she disobeyed him, or doubted him, or accused him of falsehoods. It seemed to be a never ending cycle. There were others who would have been far better suited for the job. She had the skills, yes, but her temperament was severely lacking.“I know very well what my people are capable of, I have seen it with my very eyes. We fought so hard in the Last Alliance, both before my father fell and after it. But how do you defeat an enemy who does not seem to die? Our people have endured thus far, yes, but the enemy’s power is great and we do not have the forces we once did.” In a way, he saw his father in her. Reckless. The same recklessness that got Oropher killed. He would go into a fruitless charge in this war, not like his father.The cape fell to his feet, and he glanced at it briefly before his gaze returned to her. “Then you will not. You are released from your position until I see fit. Your hot-headed recklessness will not cost me the lives of my people.”