Kíli x reader/oc (will write a Fíli x reader/oc POV soon)
Summary: Magic was real, but it came at a price. So when two girls ended up in the one place they never thought they could reach, strange things began to happen. Good or bad? That's up to the...
Warnings:Swearing,Blood, Minor Injuries, Major injuries (i.e. broken bones)
Alternate Universe (definition): A hypothetical self-contained plane of existence, co-existing with one's own.
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I felt nothing and everything at the same time.
Each of my senses were heightened as I tried to make out what was happening, though there was nothing to make out. I opened my eyes to pitch black, straining my ears for even a single sound only to receive nothing but an empty void. It was as if I was floating in the middle of a sensory deprivation tank, where time slugged by in slow motion. A dream where you wanted to run, but your limbs were made of lead and only dragged you down further.
Frustrated and frightened beyond belief, I floated there for what felt like a thousand lifetimes, trying to reach for something, until slowly but surely, I could feel myself tilting backwards, or upwards, to be honest I don't think direction even existed right now. Soon enough I felt myself descend, the sound of air whistling past as I seemed to descend quite rapidly, gaining speed to the point where the air became a deafening roar in my ears. Where I was falling to I had no clue of, but it was better than having a panic attack whilst magically suspended in a void.
A voice. Well, it wasn't really a voice, more like screaming. I mean, I was screaming too, but I knew I wasn't hearing things. At this point I wasn't really worried about who was making the ruckus, I could be falling to my death after all. The only thing I comprehended was that they were falling too.
I had enough. Panic attack No.2 just finished, and I was still falling?? At this point the initial fear was now replaced with boredom and irritation at my predicament. I was even tempted to go to sleep, you know, make up the hours, and hopefully wake up to find I had already landed. But I knew I couldn't doze off, everyone knows I'm too picky about my sleeping arrangements, and it's always an hour minimum before I actually fall into any form of slumber. I still closed my eyes in some form of attempt, and relaxed as much as I could. I no longer had any concept of time. It felt like it had been hours when it could've easily been mere minutes.
Whether it was good or bad luck, I still felt the relief at the change of atmosphere. The air became significantly fresher, and I could almost see the light trying to pierce through my eyelids. The sound of thunder wasn't very promising, though, and my relief didn't stick around for long, packing up its bags and sprinting out the door the second I opened my eyes.
I ignored the fact that my throat was already painfully sore from earlier and began my screaming match again. Only this time wasn't with the void, but with the dark clouds and the rapidly approaching ground below me. I hastily spotted I was going to hit a tree before coming to a possibly fatal landing on the grass, so I did all I could think of. I reached behind me, moving my rucksack as quickly as I could despite the aerodynamics, from my back to my face, wrapping my arms around the bag and curling my legs into me to prevent injuries as much as possible.
