

She had the minstrel pinned, her lithe arm drawn behind her own back as Tauriel straddled the she-elf’s back. They had gotten into a playful tussle, Tauriel truly never was much for tickles; it really wasn’t befitting.
Pinning and using joint manipulation, well now, that was a bit more fitting.
Tauriels smirk of triumph was wiped clean when Rossiel whimpered and choked the words out, swift as a deer, Tauriel removed herself from Rossiel and coached low, gently grasping the minstrels shoulders to aid her in getting up. “Are you okay? I did not mean to hurt you.” Guilt washed upon the maidens brow as she examined Rossiel’s face.
Rossiel took hold with her good arm and returned carefully to her feet, chuckling a little herself. "S-Sometimes I...
She decided then that all would be well and she had little to worry. She had enough control over herself to at least...