"Is it possible that the king's accusations are in vain?" - Tauriel thought. If Legolas loves her... then only as a brother? This assumption made Legolas both quiet and hard. Meanwhile, the prince stroked her hair, came down with his palm on his forearm, touched his wrist and slid his fingers through his open palm. Tender, fleeting. As only he could. Not wanting to think about anything else, Tauriel closed her eyes by sticking her hand behind his back, clinging to her waist and clasping tighter. "Don't give him hope. Isn't it too late? How many times did they sit like that? Like, brother and sister? No, not anymore. Tauriel raised her head. If you give in to it a little bit forward, you can touch his cheeks with your lips. His chest was shy and his cheeks were full of blood. They met with looks. To take hope away from him, we must take hope away from him, and she will not be able to do so. Because she never stops hoping! Tauriel took away his thin pigtails from his temple by the should