A Woman's Right
Focus. Breathe. Move. Breathe.
Kíliel dodged, the edge of the sword tracing past her. She could hear the sound of hair being cut sharply, so close had the edge been to her face. She stopped for a moment to notice the lock that was suddenly a lot shorter than the rest of her red, wild hair.
Her breath was heavy and rapid, but she had no time for a break. Tauriel came at her again. Kíliel managed to raise her sword fast enough to block, and the shrill sound of metal against metal rang throughout the training hall. It mixed with the sound of Kíli's echoing laugh. He observed them from the edge of the sparring ring, entertained by watching his wife teach their daughter the way of the sword.
«You have to be alert.» Tauriel backed away a few steps, holding Kíliel's gaze hard, weighing her every move, her expression playful and dangerous. «Always hold the opponent's eyes, eyes cannot lie.»
Kíliel did not share her m