[ She stretched, her limbs had gone stiff as she stood admiring the head dress she crafted. Perhaps this notion of dressing as Fae for the festival was too much, she thought, reaching to take down the antlers and wefts of foliage. Tauriels hand fell to her side, when was the last time she even dressed up for anything? It had been centuries since the war was won, it was time to relax and have fun.
Scoffing softly Tauriel pushed at sheer robes, flattening any unseen wrinkles. was it silly that her mind wandered far in to the past. The scent of smoke from fires roasting meats reminding her that she no longer wore armor, no longer was she clad in scale mail and weapons.; That she now adorned freedom and life that she deserved, that she had fought for. That somehow she lived and her kin died and she should live all the more now than before. Should. A queer word. She should be out amongst the woodlands engaging in dance and celebration, after all, she was asked so by the King himself. ]