Tauriel quickly retreated to her chambers, her mind reeling from the unhinged scene she had just witnessed. 'He hasn't changed at all… He is the same as before.'
Even though she repeated those words to herself, a small, nagging thought took root in the depths of her mind. Something about the scene had been off. An anomaly. A disturbance she couldn't quite put into words.
Heaving a deep sigh, she shook her head as if trying to shake off the feeling. Her legs carried her faster toward her chamber, where she threw herself into her bed, tugging the sheets over her trembling frame.
…
The Next Morning.
