thewolffenrir:

The smack shouldn’t have surprised him, but it did, as did the strength behind it. Covering the now red side of his face with a hiss, he straightened back up, something between a pout and a grimace on his lips now.

Ah shit, she was glaring at him. More so than usual. With more emotions than usual, too, which seemed like a bad sign. Fenrir watched her for a long moment, letting the stinging subside and carefully moving his now aching jaw.

He wasn’t going to apologize, because he didn’t regret it. And truly, apologizing wasn’t one of his strong points either. But neither did he expect Tauriel to apologize, knowing she did not regret her actions either, and not blaming her for it.

So he simply watched her, shifting his weight once, ears buzzing from the thick silence.

Her hand pulsed with the rush of blood as she slowly brought it back down to her side, under her snow white cloak. Red hair blazing around her form as the wind howled, pushing more snowfall against the both of them.

She was furious at the lack of respect, the sudden emotions and the fact she had been sloppy and left an orc alive. And maybe, possibly, she was angry at her promise to never give in to the physical temptations of affection because of war: no elf took anyone while war was rampant, while death could occur to the spouse and grief would claim her if she was not strong enough- a notion she didnt even wish to tempt.

“The snow will bury us both, we must find shelter.” Tauriel turned and began t walk, not even leaving a footprint in the snow.
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