LOTR || ⤜𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙩 → [Legolas x OC]

⤜ 8 → feathers and daggers

Legolas moved aside in an instant as Aragorn rushed forward, followed closely by Gimli.

The ranger knelt by the girl's side and hurriedly examined her. It was evident she could not breathe, for her eyes were bulging in shock and her mouth hung open yet no air was drawn in nor even the slightest exhaled. She struggled and squirmed against it, starting to claw at her stomach.

His brows furrowed. Beside him, Gimli was beginning to lose it - running back and forth in a panic as if his dear beard had caught fire. Aragorn closed him out, focussing his full attention on the girl only.

Hesitantly, he moved to reach for her shoulder but stopped rigid upon seeing the girl's eyes roll back and her chest stop heaving for breaths.

"The lass cannot breath, by Durin!" cried Gimli. "It's their bloomin' corsets I'm telling you! Women and their bloomin'--"

Aragorn's face lit up in realisation. He glanced at Legolas, who seemed to have also come to the same recognition.

In the blink of an eye, the ranger grabbed Rosa's shoulders and flipped her onto her stomach, sweeping away her hair so that her back lay in clear view. Then he seized a dagger from his belt and in one swift motion, tore down the back of her shirt, ripping it open.

However, what the King saw next staggered his movements. From behind him, Gimli gasped, and beside him, the elf's face was aghast with horror.

What they were expecting to see a tightly drawn corset was actually the horrifying opposite.

Ropes. Ropes upon ropes. Bound around her torso, so tight that there was purely no way for her skin underneath to not be imprinted with the marks and bruises. They were strained incredibly taut, so much so that Aragorn could not even fit a single finger underneath to loosen them. This was the cause of her lack of breathing - a horrifying cause at that.

"What kind of bloomin' corset is that?!" Gimli cried in alarm.

Aragorn looked down in disbelief, lines of worry written upon his features. "This is no corset..." he whispered, then repeated louder. "This is no corset!" He exclaimed, breaking from his thoughts. Time was slipping through his fingers just as he felt her slipping from consciousness under them.

With swift practiced movements, the ranger began cutting and ripping through the ropes, his nimble fingers careful not to touch her skin underneath.

But just when he proceeded to cut through the last few bonds - and they thought the situation could not possibly get any worse - Aragorn felt a sharp internal pressure directly beneath his hands. Then, without warning the ropes snapped and he was thrown back, hitting the ground with a loud thud.

A cloud of small debris and dirt flew up where he landed and billowed about his body. He coughed, lifting his head to see what had caused him to be thrown off his feet so suddenly.

And it was the breath-taking sight of a pair of dark wings shooting up into the night sky, that caused all eyes to grow wide.

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Feathers fluttered about their stunned faces. A distant call of an owl echoed in the night before it took flight. The wind rustled, bringing about with it silence. And now all that could be heard were the fleeting sounds of shallow breaths being heaved in and out as the girl collapsed against the ground.

She had no clue - she was completely unaware to what had just happened, and only thankful to be able to breathe again.

Yet her relief was short-lived, for not even a moment passed when Rosa felt a hand roughly grab her, and she was pulled up and forced back till her body had rammed into the scratchy bark of a tree.

A small cry of surprise followed by a sharp intake of breath was her only response as the tip of a slim blade came to rest against her throat.

"I will only ask you one more time," Legolas whispered against her ear. He tightened his grip, leaning back slightly as he observed her shaken form. The elf's eyes were hardened and ablaze with unusual anger, though there was also a hint of fear swirling behind them.

With her wrists pinned high above her head and her body pushed deeper into the tree, Rosa felt her shock subside to fear as the cold metal of the blade was pressed further into her skin.

"Who are you?" Legolas questioned, a slight tilt of his head as he dipped in close to her face, so much so that they could have been sharing the same air. "Speak the truth. Do not bother lying," He calmly warned, dragging the dagger lazily across her neck before stopping it just under a pulse. "I will see right through your facade," he whispered, "and I will kill you."

"Legolas!" shouted a voice from behind, their tone foreboding. Yet the elf paid no heed, for his eyes were locked on the girl, impatiently waiting.

Rosa swallowed rather thickly, stumbling over her words and her thoughts. "Wh-what?" She stuttered, "I... I do not know what you mean." She finally managed to say, her eyes pleading.

At first, there was no response. Then she was only pressed harder into the tree. Rosa cried, confused and startled by the elf's sudden outburst.

"What are you doing?! Why? Stop!" She yelled as his grip around her wrists tightened. "Let me go!"

Legolas did not respond, only let his eyes travel behind her, to which she hesitantly turned around to follow his line of vision.

But something was blocking her view. The girl squinted at the dark shape outlined against the tree - the silhouette of what looked like some feathers obscuring her view. She moved, trying to look past it. But the feathers moved with her. She moved back.

They, once again, moved with her.

And it was then she realised, and gasped in horror at the realisation, that the dishevelled bundle of feathers took the shape of a large wing.

And that wing did not belong to any beast nor bird in the tree.

It belonged to her.

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AN: I will actually throw myself off the earth if I have to do one more exam. But luckily for you and me, Wattpad is free therapy.

- R 🧡