Tauriel gave a loud, “tsk!” Her hair was caught into the worst of knots thanks to his “superb” braiding skills. She didn’t notice until she went to bathe in the river and found her hair literally devoured, snapped, and spit out her brush. With rage she kicked the door to her house down only to be greeted with a rather sheepish, “I didn’t do it." 

With a tunic that clung to damp skin leaving little for the eyes to imagine and armor in hand, she snapped as she sat cross legged in front of him. "Fix it- do not even consider cutting it out– I will break you over my knee if you have ruined my hair.”