#in-starlight

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Opinion on;

Character in general: I like Tauriel, though I think that the films did her a disservice. I think she had potential to be wonderful, and then in the reshoots the studio required her to be something that disappointed a lot of people.  Generally though, I like her, and I’m going to leave it at that otherwise this will get very long and discuss a great many debates and controversial issues regarding her and I’m way too tired to get into that. How they play them: I like what you’ve done with her, and I like your other verses (blood & fire ftw.) I also like your modern version of her, and Sigrid likes their coffee dates. The Mun: I talk to you lots on skype, though you probably think I ignore you half the time because you always send me things when I’m not actually online but still logged in on my phone, so I’m sorry for that. I like that you went out of your way to draw me a map when I was asking a thousand and one questions about the geography of the blood & fire verse, I really appreciated that. 

Do I:

RP with them: Yep! Blood & fire thread ftw *high fives*  Want to RP with them: Yes, especially in blood & fire, even though we have to be creative with timelines in that. ; )   

What is my;

Overall Opinion: My overall opinion is that you’re a lovely Tauriel, and a super friendly person. You’re always up for chatting and always super talkative; you remind me a little of my sister in that respect. 

It was strange to think of how the daughter of the King Beyond the Wall could have found herself tending to the wounds of a southron lady. The years that had passed since she’d first brought a night’s watchman to her father’s tent had wrought an intricate and impossible tale. It was strange to think that the lands of the Lake, of Dale were considered the North. She’d been born in the true north, a place of ice and shadow where only the strong met their first name day. Even with the winter chill creeping in it felt impossibly warm here, life flourished in plant and beast, and somehow she’d found herself a home here. Here by the side of a southron lady, no, a princess. Princess. The concept of nobility was odd to her, that it was based in blood rather than merit. But Sigrid had earned her right to her father’s seat, not with blade and blood but with words and wile. Had she been born to the free folk, men would have surely bled for the chance to hunt for her, Tauriel often thought. But in matters of this, though they were nearly equal in years, Sigrid was nearly a child. Tauriel spread the herbal salve over the raw flesh, and bound it quickly and tightly with a strip of linen. "We have healers in the north", she explained, "But they stay with the clans, with the old and the young, if you’re wounded on a hunt, or alone, you best be able to deal with it yourself."

Sigrid watched her work, holding her arm still as the salve was spread onto it, and her arm was wrapped snugly in a strip of cloth.  It was well done, certainly better than Sigrid could have done herself.  While she was capable of cleaning wounds and binding them, she could do neither as well or as swiftly as Tauriel could.  Sigrid had never been on a hunt or out in the wilderness alone.  She had always had healers around to tend to her wounds.  

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