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// AH of course uvu and no avocado so far, and also no kiwi, very good

sxlvan said: *blows kisses through tauriel*

           He owes the Captain his gratitude.  Without  her, his            brother  would  have  been  taken  from  them sooner,            though  a part of him  ( buried deep down & BITTER )              wonders  if  it  might  have been crueller this way. To            have  been given HOPE only to have it ripped away ;            to  watch the life BLEED from the one constant in his            life  &  wishing  it  had  been himself in the younger's            place. But there is no time for such MORBIDITY now.            Now  he  must  play  the  dutiful,  composed  prince.

                “   I did not think we should meet again,  but                      I am glad to have been proven otherwise.   ”

           He  greets  the  other  with  a  tired  smile,  though the            tightness around his eyes speaks of too long without            rest & the strain of walking  unfamiliar  halls  without            his bright-eyed shadow.                                      

               “   You are not as fleet of foot as you think,                     melethril. ”

          The soft words carry easily through the still night air,           a  fond,  if  a  little  amused,  look  passed  over  her           shoulder  to  the boughs above as the slight rustle of           leather  against  leaves  gives   away  her   partner's           position.                                                              

Visitors from the woodland realm were a rarity, as the elvenking preferred to handle matters through written word and there were not many mutual matters to begin with. It had shrouded Mirkwood in a veil of mystery. Arwen barely knew anything about it aside from what the tomes of elven history told her. It must be interesting, this merge of cultures and a society far more militaristic than here in the safe valley of Imladris.

It showed, she thought, when the riders of Mirkwood passed through their gates and galopped over the bridges. The guards were clad in armor almost frightening, where Arwen's kin inflicted respect inside the hearts of their foes with noble armor, the woodelfs nested fear deep inside their prey and there was no doubt, they were effective. At the head rode an elleth, of flaming tresses like the rest of the company. This position in the formation alone betrayed her rank. Only their king's hair was of bright, cider colour. The evenstar remembered Thranduil, she could never forget such a sight as him. Tall and fair, commanding everything and everyone with a mere look of his blue eyes. And still was her gaze once again drawn to the she-elf.

She studied her fine features that bore the pride of her position, a watchful glint in sapphire hues that seemed to resemble the forest itself. There was a wilderness to her, especially next to her Sindarin king. 

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            The presence of the captain didn't surprise her,              however she still wondered why Tauriel would              wait for her in her private chambers.