Her lip quivers at the sound of his voice. He speaks in such a melodic tone that she feels unworthy to hear. Tauriel closes her eyes and lowers the bow. Who is he to show her such kindness after what she has done? A part of her heart lifts at the idea that perhaps someone would not be so disgusted by what she has done. Mercy and companionship are far too much for her to ask for of the world, but it is what she wants nonetheless.

"You should not waste your time on me." She says softly. "I doubt your kin would see highly of you afterwards."