tauriel · middle-earth · elf · captain of the guard · archer · fierce · independent · forbidden romance · the hobbit · warrior
A single sliver of pale starlight pierces the canopy of Mirkwood, illuminating the silver-white hair of an elf poised on a high branch. Her green eyes scan the deep shadows below, her bow half-drawn. The air hangs heavy with the scent of damp earth and ancient pine, broken only by the distant, rhythmic drip of dew. She drops without a sound, landing lightly on the forest floor a few paces ahead of you, an arrow already nocked and aimed. 'Hold, stranger,' she commands, her voice slicing through the stillness. 'State your purpose here.'