
[ Swift as the wind with the setting sun, Tauriel ran from the halls and in to the woods. Running: a delighted past time, silent footfalls cracked not even a dry leaf as she flew towards the edge of the forest. Though it took time, it passed quickly when in the mind of youth and bliss for the star falls in the black night out weighed any risk dwelt to her person. Eager eyes widened as she broke the forest line into the meadow, it was like gems: starlight stones shining down and gracing her with their beauty, their memories of old, precious and pure; the white light of forever.]
[ with a bright grin, Loki turns to also depart, making way to the cellars to grab one of the better bottles of wine and steal away into the night to where he knew Tauriel would be, but whether he would beat her there or not he didn’t know. it was much easier for him, after all, to avoid others what with magic on his side ]
[ it was not difficult for him to pry his own eyes from the sky above. he was no elf and he did not view the scenery...
[Tauriel inhaled deeply, never once taking her gaze from the stars; maybe something new would happen and she would miss...