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She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;.
Multiverse: AU-crossovers-Book canon- Movie verse.

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           ”Of course, I am no squabbling fool, like my subjects.”  

           A grin poised and sewn ‘pon pallid features, fabricated in quaint cruelty wrapped up in but a velvet chuckle. Nay, it was true, he was neither one of his own kingdom, but one whom rightfully declared himself monarch over their meddling ways. Beauty harbouring grandeur schemes, plunging mortals whom called upon his minions to do bidding— to spirit away. Wit looming rounded pools of mismatched tint, patterned dwelling of further whim to soon follow. She be that of action, rather than thought? Fierceness was another too delightful within his sights, it made all much more beating and dare he note, fun. 

            “I am more curious as to how you came to be here. Are not Elves wise and true?”

 

           Once of daylight boons, harnessing sunset kisses that too basked the kindred of his own long archaic peoples. He dowsed with them no longer. Vanity seeping through aromas and veins, a majesty unknown yet undeniable. Cheek glimmering within pale orbs, whence cloaks tousled trailing longing against his form. Always had they wished to awaken from the dreams they withhold, but where would the enjoyment be in that?

            “Do not your wishes tempt you? My magic is known to grant those their own goals.”

           Malachite eyes sharpened upon the form the Fae; charismatic and keen on gaining the upper hand. Feeding off of her sharp words, had her staligant temper not bested her she would have thrown her head back and laughed at this deranged situation. Her weapons: her only companions in the world riddled with lies and misconnected concepts. If this was how he wished to play with her, then let them play.

            “Subjects?”  She chided quite calmly, laced with sarcastic humor seeing through his words that seemed to be pinned as insulting. She may not be deemed in the lore of her kind as Wise as the Noldorian elves; lavished with rings of power gifted to them by nothing more than the enemy himself; kinslayers. When had wisdom saved her life? Common sense and true judgment gave her each day, but now she thought herself as lost to her lands; whatever judgement laid for her, she accepted it with batting eyelashes and sharp words riddled with her own grin.

            No concept of how she came here was in her mind, one moment she was amongst the woodlands in front of flames and the next her foot falls were on sand in a land that reeked of illusions. Tauriel set her jaw deciding with her mirrored smirk, that she would not tell him.  “A coward rules over the weak because they cannot break the strong." 



           He was a magic user. Tauriels smirk turned smug as she trailed her gaze over the surroundings. She took a step towards him, daring him to do something; feeling if he truly was a threat. "If your wishes grant everything one can desire, why do you desire this?” Her melodious voice questioning him with earnest curisosity; what warped being saw this as beauty? A lithe arm extended with dagger in hand to gesture at the surroundings, riddled with holes and trap doors where she could feel those… things lingering with eyes questioning and scratchy whispers commenting.

         “Surely one of grand power knows beauty, have you grown tired of it? Have you fallen in love with dirt and grime?”