
Tauriel gave a bark of laughter, “Truly you are in jest! You are as much an outcast as I–” she leaned in, tipping her chin upwards as she smirked, wine blushing her cheeks. “Does it haunt you?”Amrod shrugged and poured himself a glass of wine.
“Perhaps they appreciate the red hair,” he suggested, taking a sip. “This is good.”
“Because the Valar in all their infinite wisdom thought that I should not be.” Picking up the wine once more, he...
“But you are alive, and you remember. Why are you not with them?” Tauriel crossed her legs and leaned back in the chair...