She reaches out and turns the handle the heavy door, which opens into two small rooms. In the first is a bed, a table, and only a few other small things. The second is a privy. The window is barred, and that is what first made her think of this use for the tower.

Tauriel walks to the far end of the room. She stops and breathes in. Then she pulls the child from her shoulder, sets them on the ground, and bolts for the door.

Few are fleeter of foot than an elf, but she is taking no chances.