Tauriel rises slowly to her feet when she finds herself suddenly surrounded — and it's surely a shock that she finds herself thus, given her keen hearing, but the emotional impact of this forest is overwhelming in and of itself — and when she looks she finds elven warriors or guards behind each of the longbows with arrows nocked and pointed directly at her, and her mouth drops open in surprise.

If she knew for certain she weren't dreaming this, she would think she's facing the Mirkwood guards she herself commands. But as it is she has no time to think otherwise when she turns in a wide circle and suddenly hears a voice above the trees, one she has been familiar with since her elflinghood. The Prince is as lively as ever, his bright eyes wide and his laughter light and airy.

"Hîr nín Legolas," she breathes as she breaks into a smile, albeit a slightly confused one. The last she'd seen of him he was pursuing the fleeing party of orcs that had attacked Kili and the remainder of Thorin Oakenshield's party in Esgaroth, along with several human children.

She's barely aware of the elven contingent of guards lowering their weapons at his command, as surprised as she is to see him before her. "I don't understand — this is not Mirkwood, is it? How can a place such as this exist here, in this world? This is not Arda."

...That is about the only certainty she's found, here.