Every forest has a presence all its own. A way is smells and sounds and is. While Tauriel has not spent as much time in the forest here in Darrow as in her own Mirkwood she is familiar enough with it to sense when something is out of place. In this land she has learned that could be anything.

She was silent as she moved through the woods, a very part of the forest that now warned her of potential danger. As she neared whatever it was that had intruded on the forest she became less wary of whoever it was. Whoever it was, they were sobbing, the sound soft but unmistakable to her. She nearly turned back, thinking to leave whoever it was to their grief, when she caught a glimpse of them.

For a brief moment she thought it was him, that he had finally come to her in this place. But the figure shifted and moved just enough for her to see that it could not be her Kili. Though the build was similar the hair was far too fair for it to be him. The similarities were unmistakable though and while it was not her Dwarf, she knew this one all the same.

"Fili, of the line of Durin. Is that truly you? Where is your brother?"

The last rushed out of her before she could think to control her words. She should be elated that another of her world was here, but all she could think of was Kili.