askrossiel:

captainofthewoodlandguardar-blog:

                _{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> 

“I don’t… t-think you’ve d-dislocated anything…”  Rossiel gave her shoulder a cursory wriggle to make sure.  A little sore, yes, but that would wear off.  She hoped.

Tauriel nearly broke at the prospect of having dislocated anything on the Minstrel. "I did not think,” Tauriel flated on her words, “I am sorry Rossiel, I did not think..”