She pooled the water into her palms, lifting and spilling it upon her bare flesh. The water splashed against her shoulders, beaded and dispersed down her cream-colored skin before reuniting once more in the spring where copper tresses fanned out like fire in the water around her form.
She had chosen a small alcove, large enough for one yet making the room too tight for two.
He took her by surprise when he slipped in, turning in instinctive reaction to the disturbance in the water, Tauriel gasped loudly she ducked to chest level water, wishing him not to come so unannounced.
Realization filtered upon her face as she saw her lord in full, “Thranduil.” She stated in greeting, standing straight from the water once more, her hair now plastered to her lithe form.
The space was taunt for room, sense she now stood, Tauriel thought it best to might as well embrace him– they had already been affectionate in the past, this time it was no different. “You are as quiet as the wind.” She teased.
