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[starlightfaraway]

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.

[bythewaves]

"They would let you Sail." Maglor says gently, "Because you acted out of fear, through the impulse trained in you by long years of war, unknowing, and without malice. Thranduil himself would likely say the same."

He shrugs a little. "The exile was laid on me, and not you. I see no reason why the way would be barred. Besides. You are wounded sore, granddaughter, and where else does healing lie by in Aman the Blessed?"

[starlightfaraway]

Doubt settles into her heart about what Thranduil would say. Her king had been so against war and standing with the Men of Laketown and the Dwarves of Erebor. How could he understand that what she had done was not of malice? She defied him, broke her oaths, and ran out to her own. There was little reason for Thranduil to believe in anything when it came to her now.

"Some would say that time heals wounds." Tauriel replies with her eyebrows perked. "Or, that traveling and learning of a world much larger than yourself could provide the understanding to healing wounds."

Not that she truly has any knowledge of that either way.

[bythewaves]

"Time, it is true, heals many things" Maglor shrugs a little. "But there are things that go so deep that there is no healing them, not with time or all the beauties of this world. And this world is still very beautiful, granddaughter. And though in all lands, love is now mingled with pain, it does not grow any less so, I think."

He smiles at her. "I will let my granddaughter decide - if you Sail or if you stay, I will come as far with you as I can."