_{She swallowed hard, her throat only seemed to tighten as she dropped Rossiels gaze, unable to make contact with the she-elf.} 

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There was a sharp sting to be felt when the Minstrel could tell the end had already came and passed, that it was time for a new beginning for where life ended, life grew. 

“There is always something that can be done." 
Tauriel quipped, her words like acid as she sent Rossiel a harsh glare.
Slowly, her gaze returned to the woodlands in deep thought. 
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