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: Mentions of injuries, claustrophia, accidental drowning, swearing.
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Selenotropism (Definition): Growth in response to moonlight.(Noun / Origin: Classical Greek / Se·lee·no·trop·isum)
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The Old Forest, Outer Hobbiton, The Shire – T.A. 25th October 2939 of the Third Age (1339 in Shire-reckoning)
I had strayed from the path a while back, grass replacing the smooth stones that marked the paths circling Hobbiton. Only the dying light of my small lantern accompanied me, I foolishly realised, as I had not planned ahead for this spur-of-the-moment outing – thinking I could rely on the shine of the moon, but I forgot that it was a new phase, so all that was ahead of me was the gaping darkness, as it tempted me deeper into the towering trees of the Old Forest.
By now, any glow from the lights left outside each hobbit hole had vanished behind the silhouettes of thick trunks and bushes that surrounded me. The only luck I had to return before Bilbo's curfew was if I stumbled upon a road that led me back, and, I managed to guess the correct direction that wouldn't lead me into the wilderness. Just because I had a map of Middle Earth on my favourite mug back home, didn't mean I had memorised it. Which, at this point, was my biggest downfall.
I inhaled deeply through my nose, taking in the sharp, fresh air that came with a clear late evening, like a cold glass of water, that was blissful on your throat at 2am. Approaching one of the taller trees, I plopped myself down against its trunk and stretched my legs out. Many thoughts passed over my mind, memories from Earth, things I owned that would never be found here, but what stuck, was thoughts of my family; Where they were; if time continued on, and, if the two of us reported missing. How they would cope with the news. That was the one thing I dreaded – considering how sensitive my family was. I wondered about Bella, my dog. Knowing her singular braincell, it'll take her a few years to realise I'm gone. I smiled at the thought of my dogs face as she pounced around the fields in search of rabbits, her thin ginger tail whipping back and forth. Her warm brown eyes staring intently at me from in between the long grass, the iris' flickering with green.
