_{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.} 
 

                <sub>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.</sub>