<sub>The captain gradually walked farther into the water until her waist was covered. Tall and lean, she passed the fluid over her skin releashing in the crisp bite of the cool spring. 

Tauriel noted the disturbance of the water and thought nothing of anothers entrance. That was until she turned to see the Golden haired elf that was not of Mirkwood. Pleasant surprise manifested into a small smile as she greeted the she-elf, “Do not mind the tight squeeze, I will be finished in a moment.” 

Tauriel passed her unbraided hair over a shoulder, running water into the strands.</sub>