LOTR || ⤜𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙩 → [Legolas x OC]

⤜ 3 → A different point of view

My eyes shot open as I took in a huge gasping breath.

Alive. I was alive!

The single thought shot down my body, a tingling sensation in its wake, and I lay sprawled against the ground, a few mounds and bumps prodding into my back. Heavy breathing and squinted eyes were the only movements visible on my body.

Then slowly, I dug my fingers into the soft clumps of dirt, gripping two fistfuls of the earth - anything to ensure I wouldn't be swept off to another world again.

Another world... where was I now?

My thoughts trailed and brows furrowed.

Above me, a canopy of leaves covered the sky. Hazy spots of sunlight filtered through the gaps, giving the place a soundless feel.

That was until I heard a cry and a clash of metal.

Jerking up in a heartbeat - chest rising and falling with every rasp of breath - I snapped my head towards the clamour. However, thick leafy branches of an overgrown shrub lay around me, greatly restricting my vision as well as any further movements.

It was a bush - which I squatted inside, much to my ever-growing discomfort. And not even a spacious one at that! There were little to no holes or gaps to look through the dense wall of leaves, with the exception of a stark few directly above my head. But wherever I tried to move, it seemed, either a sharp twig would end up prodding into my sides or an overly large leaf in my face.

Though with some effort, I managed to move away the foliage just enough to peer through without being seen.

But what I saw sent a chill through my blood.

Bodies upon bodies of uncharted creatures littered the forest floor - the grass, blood-soaked, wilting beneath them. Their skins sunken and sallow, complexion swarthy and appearance almost akin to goblins. I frowned at the one closest to me – gnarled, pointy teeth, yellow and grim, were bared in anger as thick dark blood pooled around the sides of its torn mouth.

The bodies had been ravaged into bloody ribbons. There was no polite way of describing them beyond that.

Nausea hit me, and I almost turned to look away but something caught my eye. I peered closer. Three strange figures stood by the edge of the small glade, and to my utter relief, their appearances were largely different to those goblins on the ground.

They were men. Three ofthem. One with a head of dark hair and the other of light, whilst the third wasonly half the height of the two, and flaunted a gruff ginger beard – his headsheathed within a thick iron helmet.

But what had ensnared my attention were the weapons they held each – Swords. Bows. A menacing-looking axe - and suddenly it became clear the reason for all the slain creatures on the ground. My limbs stiffened. But I reined in my shock.

One had turned to observe his blade, smeared with dense black blood. All eyes were on him as he spoke – But I could not hear from where I was situated.

My eyes travelled past the man and landed behind him. I squinted in confusion.

Nobody had noticed yet, their fronts facing away from it – but something was rising from the ground – a creature behind them. Not dead. But rather injured from the deep gash that tore down it's throat and chest, surrounded by many smaller slashes that still spewed out dark blood. And yet, despite it being a breath away from death, the creature had managed to raise a jagged blade aimed directly for the dark-haired head of the male.

I blinked the same time he did. Then my eyes went wide.

A jolt of panic struck me. I needed something – anything. A weapon. A signal. Perhaps a miracle.