Forced plans only hinder her future, memories soon fade into nothingness with time spent within the Hive passes by freely. Imaginative, the she-elf still knows nothing of this land, and those who inhabit it. Amounting to her lack of knowledge, can only spin webs of confusion to her thoughts; much as a spider would capture their prey.
Enduring the simple woodlands had resurfaced memories, where she believed her heart remained-- where she thought was safe. Rehashed beginnings brought further distress to her clan, of that she may never come to know. Desires would remain beneath her thoughts, never to address, now hushed deep within her.
Words of wonder enlightened her, heart yearns of fondness growing ever so steadily. Elfin glances beneath bridges, sector oo6 was all but a crowded town-- but it is neither the crowd, or the vechicles which catch her eye. It seems all but a dream, a familiar dwarf comes before her; a sense of remembrance which strikes as it has never done before.
She knows it could not be, if it were a dream she would never awaken from it-- which she knows in her heart. There could be no one else, of that Tauriel is certain. It seems fate has struck once more, a firm believer in the chance. Her heart accepts no other reason, there could be no other way-- the hunter often prayed for this day.
❝You are quite tall for a dwarf,❞ Her first words are spoken, neither knowing if Kíli has taken note of her before this. Happiness sunk deep beneath her heart, blessing her sight, and all those possible. ❝You are easily spotted, and yet I cannot say it is a terrible sight for me to see.❞