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Hobbit: AU NOS
After the battle, after the wounded had been bundled off to the healers and the dead had been laid to rest, after the funerals and the feasts and the tears, Sigrid found the elf-woman who’d saved them from orcs in Laketown. It seemed a lifetime ago that had happened, when it had been a scant few weeks, and she almost wishes she could go back to that life, if in part because it might mean there was more life in the elf-woman’s face.
“I never asked your name.” Sigrid waits until the elf-woman looks at her. “Nor, I think, told you mine.”
“Tauriel.” A wan smile crosses Tauriel’s face briefly. “And you are Sigrid, daughter of Bard.”
Sigrid smiles a moment, nodding, but taking a moment to shape her next words. “I know where to practice with a bow, if you want to shoot targets.” And it will be good for her to practice with someone who won’t give her odd looks just because she’s now a princess or some such nonsense. It doesn’t feed anyone to sit idle.
“I do not have a bow any longer.” Tauriel smiles a little again, shaking her head.
“There are some in the armory that aren’t completely destroyed by time. And I think there are more in the armory in Erebor, if you can bear to ask the dwarves for the chance to find one that suits.” Sigrid holds out a hand. “Come on.”
Tauriel watches her for a moment before she takes the offered hand, though she doesn’t need the help to stand.
It’s a beginning.
Hobbit: AU NOS
After the battle, after the wounded had been bundled off to the healers and the dead had been laid to rest, after the funerals and the feasts and the tears, Sigrid found the elf-woman who’d saved them from orcs in Laketown. It seemed a lifetime ago that had happened, when it had been a scant few weeks, and she almost wishes she could go back to that life, if in part because it might mean there was more life in the elf-woman’s face.
“I never asked your name.” Sigrid waits until the elf-woman looks at her. “Nor, I think, told you mine.”
“Tauriel.” A wan smile crosses Tauriel’s face briefly. “And you are Sigrid, daughter of Bard.”
Sigrid smiles a moment, nodding, but taking a moment to shape her next words. “I know where to practice with a bow, if you want to shoot targets.” And it will be good for her to practice with someone who won’t give her odd looks just because she’s now a princess or some such nonsense. It doesn’t feed anyone to sit idle.
“I do not have a bow any longer.” Tauriel smiles a little again, shaking her head.
“There are some in the armory that aren’t completely destroyed by time. And I think there are more in the armory in Erebor, if you can bear to ask the dwarves for the chance to find one that suits.” Sigrid holds out a hand. “Come on.”
Tauriel watches her for a moment before she takes the offered hand, though she doesn’t need the help to stand.
It’s a beginning.