Ah, I see. [She does not. It seems impossible to her, that a land might exist without magic of any kind. How was it formed, then? Who created the earth and the sea, who brought to life the plants and the forests and all the beasts that lived in them? Magic is an intrinsic part of her understanding of creation and the world in general. To think there might be a place without it... It is most alarming to her. She will have to think about this at length at a later date.
It seems he will take his leave of her, and Tauriel is gearing up to bid him farewell when what he says has her freezing for a moment, her eyebrows arching incredulously.]
Darling? [Nobody has dared take such liberties with her, not in all her six centuries — nobody but Kíli, who held her hand in his and called her beloved in the secret tongue of his ancestors, who looked at her as if she hung the moon and smiled as if she were his only reason for it, who died on that mountain with an apology in his eyes and her name on his lips — and for a moment, she is at a loss for words. Anger and grief chase each other through her heart, though her face remains mostly impassive, her hands clenching for a moment at her sides.]
I am not your darling, impertinent creature. [Weariness wins out above all other emotions, her heart too heavy to hold on to anger for too long, and she frowns at this Killian Jones.]
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It seems he will take his leave of her, and Tauriel is gearing up to bid him farewell when what he says has her freezing for a moment, her eyebrows arching incredulously.]
Darling? [Nobody has dared take such liberties with her, not in all her six centuries — nobody but Kíli, who held her hand in his and called her beloved in the secret tongue of his ancestors, who looked at her as if she hung the moon and smiled as if she were his only reason for it, who died on that mountain with an apology in his eyes and her name on his lips — and for a moment, she is at a loss for words. Anger and grief chase each other through her heart, though her face remains mostly impassive, her hands clenching for a moment at her sides.]
I am not your darling, impertinent creature. [Weariness wins out above all other emotions, her heart too heavy to hold on to anger for too long, and she frowns at this Killian Jones.]