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Your Muse finds mine on the ground in a puddle of blood and a terrible wound in their side. What does your Muse do? [x] still accepting

Sigrid doubted if she’d ever felt such pain as when the Orcish blade ripped through her side.  Her hands instinctively grabbed at the wound, pressing on it even as her legs failed to hold her upright and she collapsed against the corner of the room.  

Blood seeped through her fingers, and Sigrid pulled her hand away momentarily, eyes wide at the sight of her own blood covering her hand.  She felt dizzy, though she did not know if it was for the loss of blood or the sight of blood.

Someone called her name and the girl looked up to see Tauriel hurrying towards her.  She pulled her hand away from her side wordlessly, still in too much shock to know what to say.  The Elf pulled her up, and Sigrid gave an involuntary whimper of pain as she was moved, one arm slung around the red-haired Elf, holding tightly to Tauriel to keep her balance, the other hand still clutching her side.  

It wasn’t often that her or Legolas could just sit and relax, especially with their duties. Though Tauriel found herself with some free time, and so did Legolas apparently. Few words were spoken between the two as they sat in the open air, Tauriel gazing out at the trees. Her relaxed demeanour didn’t last long, however. She felt a tug on her hair, causing her to look around. Once she realised her long locks were entangled in his fingers, the elf went stiff. Her eyes went straight to the floor, revealing that she was obviously not used to the touch of another.

“Do you not have your own hair?” 

Walking out of the forest to stand by the river she signed. It had been a long time since she'd been lost in another realm. What made this time even more different was the considerable weakening of her powers. Kneeling beside the water she took a few sips and then sat back. A sudden sound behind her caused her to turn around. "...whose there?"

Without even turning her head, Tauriel slid out one of her blades and threw her arm back. The whimper of the Orc behind her was heard as the blade pierced through its head.

"I believe that it the last of them." 

A quick look around and Isis believed the other to be correct. The blade was held loosely in her hand now as she looked at the red haired woman in front of her.

well, this is for you lovely people:

The dark dense forest that surrounds her once home many years ago. The once bright Mirkwood forest has seem to be took over by a foul darkness that made the blonde elf sigh, she always wanted to return to her birth home but her position as a solider in Lord Elrond's army she never had found the time to return here and wonder the woods but now she doesn't think she should be here.