The Hobbit / LOTR -oneshots

Little one 3 - Thranduil

Warnings: giant spiders
Word count: 1827
Other: -
Requested: Continuation for this series has been asked by so many of you guys, so here it is. The idea for this oneshot comes from Vesta2020

You run into the spiders again when you are outside the castle walls without permission and alone. Luckily, help is close.

You knew that you were not supposed to go to the forest and especially not alone, but you had wanted to show Peaches what was in there. You had thought that you had been right beside the kingdom gates, but when the spiderwebs started to appear, you realized that you were much farther from the kingdom than you had though. You had tried making your way back, but it was getting dark and you couldn't clearly see your footprints on the dry and hard soil, so panic was slowly setting in. Your memories of what had almost happened last time you had been alone in the woods weren't helping with your fear. But you chose the way you were almost certain you had come from and slowly started to walk there, taking extra care to keep your footsteps silent, not wanting to draw any attention. You squeezed Peaches tightly to your chest, petting his soft head gently.
"We'll be home soon, don't worry."

Your journey was unfortunately interrupted by a spider, and this time, you didn't waste a second and sprinted away, keeping in mind what Legolas had said.
"The spiders are not as agile as you, head for the undergrowth, they won't have room to move as quickly." That was exactly what you did, sprinting towards the bramble bush on your left, your legs carrying you faster than you had ever run before. You dove headfirst into the bush, a few spikes catching your cheeks and clothing, but you didn't even notice. You crawled deeper into the bush, squeezing Peaches harder, not wanting to lose him. You settled next to a trunk of a tree, the bush above you so thick that it was hard to see the darkening sky.

The spider hadn't given up, you could hear it pacing around your hiding place, sometimes trying to poke a leg or a pincer trough the thick bush, in effort to reach you. Every crack and rustle it made sent a thrill of fear trough your spine, and you wiped your nose to your sleeve, not wanting to make a noise. Tears slid down your cheeks, and you wiped them away quietly, hoping that if you were absolutely quiet it would forget you and go away. Luckily, it didn't get nowhere near you as the bush around you was so thick and so filled with thorns that even the spider couldn't force it's way trough without tearing it's limbs and body apart.

You curled on the roots of the old oak, shuffling your clothing so it would cover as much of your body as possible. The setting sun was taking the warmth of the day with it, and your thin clothing wasn't doing much to shield the cold away from your skin. The spider still hadn't given up, it was still trying to force it's large carcass inside, but there was no way it would fit. The branches of the tree were entangled in with the brambles and they provided you with a sturdier shelter, one that the spider couldn't crush or force itself trough. But you were still just as afraid as before, the 'what if's' rolling around in your head. Your hands were still holding Peaches tightly, the soft fabric giving you only slight comfort in the darkening evening.

You squeaked as a barbed leg of the spider suddenly pierced the roof of your hiding place. It was immediately pulled back with a spluttering hiss, a few drops of dark and sticky blood landing on your arm. Cool night air flooded into your relatively sheltered hiding place, causing you to shiver. The leg returned and you shuffled away from it to the other side of the small space as it groped around, trying to find leverage. The tip of it brushed your leg, one of the barbs cutting a small shallow wound to it. A whine of pain escaped your mouth, you couldn't help it. The spider gave a splutter, probably excited as it had found you, but before it could drag you out of your hiding place, the leg disappeared.