A distant face. Tauriel&Boromir.
A familiar sound crept into Tauriels ears as she glided forward in the forest, scouting alone away from her men. As the days turned darker she found herself engulfed in training, searches, preparations etc. Having nil time to enjoy the forest she loved ever so dearly. The intimacy of being alone in the woods could compare to nothing but bliss itself. Turning swiftly on heel, her birch wood hair cascading over her shoulder while she reflexed for her bow.
It was a man. A lone man walking in broad daylight through Mirkwood. Their was a reason why it was called Mirkwood and not The Woodlands anymore.
Halting abruptly, instantly opening her palm so he could she she meant no harm, “What are you doing?” Tauriels features were startled, evident by her furrowed eyebrows, intense blue stare and inquiring look. Of course it wasn't exactly the most polite way to greet a man, but in darkening days what was?
