Hi guys! Since I'm not exactly the queen of cliffhangers, I don't really know if Chapter 3 counted as one. Also, my friend Natasha (Nheartz) recently started a YouTube channel! Go check her out! Enjoy, comment, vote! -Joann :)

Tauriel POV:

Subconsciously I stood up. I felt like I was in slow motion as I stumbled to the door, shoving it open. Once outside, tears welled up in my eyes. I ran and stumbled to my room, where I bolted the door. I flung myself onto the bed as I began to sob. I had suspected that Legolas hated me, but Mae had managed to convince me otherwise. Now I knew the facts. He wouldn't come home to all his friends and his father because of me. Cold daggers seemed to pierce the place where my heart once was.

I didn't want to see anyone. Not Thranduil. Not any guards. Not even Maethel.

I simply lay on my bed, closing my eyes, while emptiness filled me. Heaviness lay like a layer of bricks on me, smothering any willpower I had left in me. I stayed like this for I don't know how long, until Mae barged in.

"Tauriel?" she asked, looking down at me. "Tauriel?" she asked again uncertainly, seeing my tear-stained face.

"He isn't coming back," I whispered hollowly, my words catching in my throat as tears rolled down my cheeks.

"He-he died?" she gasped, her face whitening in shock.

"N-n-no," I choked out. "He doesn't want t-t-t-t."

I couldn't finish the sentence as I doubled over, struggling to catch my breath as tears flowed down my face and my throat closed up.

"Please...just leave," I heaved as I tried to catch my breath.

She opened her mouth, then closed it. "Stay strong," she whispered as she left, gently shutting the door behind her.

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Several weeks passed. I was in a state of helplessness and despair, never attending to any of my needs. Dimly I remembered Elyrianneth. Was I to die like her? Was this my repentance?

I refused food, water, and all other sustenance, locking myself resolutely in my room. I lay on the bed, desperately trying to keep myself from sleep, where the night terrors are unleashed. A few times though, my will weakened and I fell into a haunted sleep. But when I woke, a brief feeling of relief always fills me, but the relief is drained almost immediately as I remember who I am. What I did. But one day, I decided. I was going to go the same way as my former foe- Elyrianneth. Perhaps she was the wisest, after all.

Thranduil Sort of POV:

He tossed and turned as he tried to push himself into sleep, but he couldn't. His thoughts occupied with Legolas, day and night. How he should have treated him better. How he should have paid more attention to him. How he shouldn't have abandoned him after Vanima's death. He wrote letters daily to Legolas, pleading, begging with him to come back. Every day, Legolas provided him with the same answer- no. No explanation, no reasoning. Just no.

Suddenly, as he was lamenting silently over his loss, an idea hit him like a wild boar at full sprint. Tauriel. Legolas would come back for her, no doubt about it. Tauriel was trapped in depression, fading as fast as Elyrianneth....Elyrianneth! He sat bolt upright. Tauriel wouldn't try to kill herself, would she? She was depressed, yes, but would she go that far? Elyrianneth would have. But Tauriel..would she? Despite his uncertainty, he rang the bell, signaling for a servant. As the servant arrived, he thought about his plan. Plan? He didn't have a plan! But Thranduil was an improviser, the best at that game. He was going to bring his son home, no matter what. No obstacle would keep them apart.