Coming Home [January 3011]
Feb 15, 2018 15:40:40 GMT -5
Post by TAURIEL on Feb 15, 2018 15:40:40 GMT -5
The years she had traveled the open roads were blur of pleasure and pain. Often at night as she lay looking up at the stars. Bright stars of memory with a warm inviting glow. She thought of when her path would turn home again. Walking in starlight she thought of home. Till at last, at least her boots stepped into Mirkwood. The forest whispered in her veins. Welcome home upon lips was a divine sigh. The air smelled the same, the sound familiar to her ear. Heart thrumming as she walked beneath the leaves and bowers. Walked the twisting path's she knew in the dark without need to watch where she went. The music of Mirkwood's night sang to her. Sang a song in her blood that was being sated. Soaring, spiraling upwards as she drew ever closer to the great tree that was dearest to her heart in all the lands of Arda.
The smell of smoke filled the air, a campfire's glow she saw in the distance and Tauriel melded into shadow. Melded into the shadows o the forest and took to the trees. Someone was near, down there with a campfire. Out of precaution was hidden. Not yet sure if her presence would be welcomed back by King Thranduil, by Legolas. By her people that she had sundered herself from for following her heart and choosing to be part of the world. Breathing as nearly still as she could.
Tauriel closed her eyes. Pressed against a familiar tree. Memory swam in her mind of the past. Salted tears escaped from behind closed lids. A hand pressed to her heart. Firm against her breast as eyes squeezed tight and she forced the tears away. Deciding she would no longer be in silence and shame. Tauriel made her presence known as she slid down the trunk of the tree near the campfire, and from the long cast shadows she would emerge. Emerge as a phoenix rising from the ashes.
Red hair braided back into a single woven plait. Dressed in ranger garb of misted grey and mountain rock blue. A pack slung over her shoulder, Her short sword on her back, at her hip her long dagger and there in her hand was her bow. She looked like a ghost at first as the fire had flared up at her presence, sending ember into the air. And emerald sheen eyes widen...
The smell of smoke filled the air, a campfire's glow she saw in the distance and Tauriel melded into shadow. Melded into the shadows o the forest and took to the trees. Someone was near, down there with a campfire. Out of precaution was hidden. Not yet sure if her presence would be welcomed back by King Thranduil, by Legolas. By her people that she had sundered herself from for following her heart and choosing to be part of the world. Breathing as nearly still as she could.
Tauriel closed her eyes. Pressed against a familiar tree. Memory swam in her mind of the past. Salted tears escaped from behind closed lids. A hand pressed to her heart. Firm against her breast as eyes squeezed tight and she forced the tears away. Deciding she would no longer be in silence and shame. Tauriel made her presence known as she slid down the trunk of the tree near the campfire, and from the long cast shadows she would emerge. Emerge as a phoenix rising from the ashes.
Red hair braided back into a single woven plait. Dressed in ranger garb of misted grey and mountain rock blue. A pack slung over her shoulder, Her short sword on her back, at her hip her long dagger and there in her hand was her bow. She looked like a ghost at first as the fire had flared up at her presence, sending ember into the air. And emerald sheen eyes widen...