Although the elven kin was rather famous of their resistance when it came to wine, every had to give in to the sweet liquor at some point. Tauriel was not much better, even though she had once been the one scolding the other guards for drinking. But, well, right now, as she spent her time in Imladris rather than in Mirkwood, and no longer was she the captain, she could use her life a bit more.
Or, she would if she did not do things like the one that took place that time.
The slurred words that left her mouth apparently were supposed to be one more thank-you that night for the hospitality the lord of Rivendell offered her despite her being nothing but a banished warrior. Chuckling, she resigned from talking, realizing that it was definitely too difficult to her at that moment, and pressed her lips against the other’s, her tongue slithering into his mouth past his own lips. A soft purr escaped her as she wrapped her arms around him, enjoying the contact for some more time before pulling away and leaning her head on his shoulder, her eyes closed.
“Your kisses are better than wine,” she mumbled only.
