Her head tilts to the side as she listens to him speak. Even if he is true in what he says? Tauriel feels as if there is a stain on her soul. Perhaps it is because of her grief, or the apparent family history now at her feet, but whatever the reason? She feels heavier than she ever has.

Tauriel raises to her feet gracefully as any other elf. She tilts her head back and squares her shoulders to look at the elder elf evenly. "They would let me sail despite the Elvenking that is dead because of me?"

She thought that it was a chance that was taken from her the moment her arrow sang through the air.