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After watching " The Hobbit " movies, despite Peter Jackson's rabid mistreatment and violation of Tolkien's masterpiece, I liked the character of Tauriel- her look, her gear, and her character, etc, and so decided to make up a Skyrim version of her as close to the movie one as possible, given that I'm on ps3, Vanilla+ Dragonborn, so no cool mods to alter her appearance and so on. She has defeated Miraak so far, and will soon go after Alduin, although that may not be part of the complete stoyline, as that will be Aeyna's job ultimately...

Part One: Legate Fasendil and his small contingent of Imperial Commandos arrived too late to stop the carnage unleashed by the Thalmor on the Altmer Dissidents who had taken refuge in Cyrodiil. Tears made grooves in the soot covering his face as he searched through the ruins left behind in the aftermath of the battle between the Altmer Dissidents and the Thalmor Justiciars. " Why ? " he sobbed to the Gods, " Why did they have to do this ? " He told his men to return back to their base. He could find no survivors. He would report on this directly to the Emperor, and demand that they revisit the terms of the White-Gold Concordat. Such barbarity could not be tolerated on sovereign Empire soil ! His rage and grief-filled thoughts were interrupted by a sound he barely heard; the small cries of an infant. He wasted no time ordering his most hardened troops to shift the smoldering rubble and rescue the remarkably unscathed baby girl-child. He took her in his arms and encircled her protectively, ordering his men to form a cordon of steel around them, now thanking the gods he could save at least this one...

Part two : The Altmer girl had grown tall; taller than her Bosmer parents. Now in her 16th year, they could not keep the knowledge from her much longer. Her slenderness, height, and white skin marked her different from them, and the unspoken questions shone in her eyes. She already showed an aptitude for magic, had a quick mind, deft hands and could shoot a bow almost as well as her peers. Finally, one day she returned home from the nearby town where she studied with the kindly Wizard, who taught her and lent her access to his library in exchange for cooking, cleaning and wood-chopping. Her lean, beautiful face was aglow with excitement. " Look ! " she exclaimed. " Mother, Father ! Look what I can do ! " And with that, she forcefully spoke unintelligible words, and with  a shockingly graceful gesture of her hand, called forth a ball of blue flame which produced not heat, but an incredible flaming blue bow, which she took from the air, and and a quiver of crescent-bladed arrows, which appeard on her back. " Watch ! " she cried gleefully, as she drew a glowing blue arrow from the quiver, and in one smooth motion, drew and fired the bow, penetrating the gnarled oak tree behind the targets they had set up next to the wood pile, as well as the target. Their jaws dropped in unison, and they looked wide-eyed at one another for several seconds before T'auriel's father said: " We must tell her now, mustn't we ? " Her mother nodded, shutting her mouth into a grim line. " It is time, " She agreed. " Tell me what ? " T'auriel queried, a confused look crossing her excited face.

They turned to face her.

Part 3: T'auriel Strongbow sat defiantly tall on her bench in the back of a wagon filled with a handsome Stormcloak rebel, a skinny, tattoed Breton and a grinning Khajiit. She had resolved to show no emotion; no fear, nor even anger, to her imperial captors. If die she must, she would do it with dignity and grace. So, this was how it would end: Her dreams of studying at the famed College of Winterhold, and of finding her godfather, Legate Fasendil. She had refused to drop his name to these sorry lackeys of the Thalmor, infuriated when she saw General Tullius sidling up to that Thalmor bitch Elenwen. Curse these shackles binding her hands ! If only she could free them ! She would give that Thalmor bitch a taste of flaming Daedric power ! The wagon behind them held that fool called Ulfric Stormcloak. Didn't the rebels know the Thalmor had subverted him ? She had been held in the same fort as he, and had seen how the Justiciars had handled him. Well, it looked like the rebellion was over anyway. Cursed be the fate that had found her hungry and exhausted in Ulfric's camp ! Had she known who he was, she would have given that camp a wide berth.

But then she heard a strange sound, far away, but getting closer. A roaring ? And for reasons unknown to her, she felt her heart lift, and her hands tingle with anticipation of battle.

And she smiled. Then, for no reason she could justify, she looked back at the trailing wagon behind them, the one with Jarl Ulfric, and her eyes fell on a stunningly tall and beautiful blonde Nord woman who also rode in that wagon. The woman nodded at her and smiled as well, her wolf-eyes gleaming...