Lithe hands adjusted the quiver at her waist; Lithe, Lethal, Prepared. Her eyes showed it all, rising from the forest floor up, the she-elf adorned in the woodland guard; finally inaugurated into their flanks. T'was a peculiar notion to have a title gracing her, not yet adorned with the hardships that would come in the centuries turn. For now, being accepted into the Woodland Guard was as if she were a knight clad in gleaming silver armor; no impact marks, scratches or melded patches where the scars of war had taken hold, not yet… 
           For now Tauriel grinned at herself, pride welling behind jade-green eyes that burned with resolutions. She heard footsteps and assailed from her quarters in the wooded hut, “Mellon!” She called, pacing around the corner to the other, eyes gleaming with youth and new found adulthood. “Let us go on a patrol.”

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