A story collection featuring Aragorn, Legolas, Thranduil, and Boromir so far. There will be lots of hurt/comfort, sweet romance, humor and a pinch of angst!
Pairings:
1. Aragorn x You
2. Legolas x You
3. Thranduil x You
4. Boromir x You
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Summary:
If you had known the magician's vanishing box would actually work, you might have been more careful what you wished for. Middle-earth is scarier than you thought, but when you are saved by the golden-haired elf of your dreams, you decide your situation is maybe not so bad after all.
For Natalie
♡
Sent to Middle-earth –Part 1(3): Spider's Web
The huge spider took another step towards you. You tried to back away, but there was a tree behind you, and you could get no further. Trapped.
A hairy foot crushed the basket of bilberries you had worked so hard to gather. As you stared into the monster's multiple eyes, helplessly awaiting your death, you cursed the magician for sending you here – and not for the first time. Middle-earth was not a cosy, romantic world with exciting adventures around each corner, and where everyone was a badass fighter. It was dark and dangerous, you were still your normal, non-warrior self, and you hated being here.
"Go away," you told the spider in your broken Sindarin, the language your new family had taught you.
It did not reply, and instead came closer. Its stench filled your nostrils, making you dizzy, and you could not look away from its black, dead eyes. In a last effort to protect yourself, you covered your face with your cloak.
It did not help. You felt a sharp sting through the stout wool and straight into your belly. As the poison spread through your veins, your body went limp.
Still awake, but unable to move or even speak, you were dragged up on the spider's web. It swiftly spun you around, covering you head to toe in sticky silk. Instead of devouring you directly, it left you hanging there like a big burrito, perhaps wanting to wait until you were dead.
When you were alone, you felt utterly miserable. Your stay in Middle-earth had been no picnic so far, but this topped the list as your worst experience. And likely your last one, too.
Why had you ever gone into that stupid box?
But it had been a funfair, and he was not a real magician – or so you had thought – and you had played along. After entering his vanishing box, you had said where you wanted to be sent (Middle-earth, of course!), and the next you knew, you stood in a dark forest outside a cabin, with an elf family staring at you like you had popped into existence right before their eyes. This, you later learned, was exactly what had happened.
That was over a year ago now, and still you had no idea how it had been possible, or if you could ever return home. If you became spider-food now, would you wake up in your own world again?
There was a rustle above you. The spider returning? You tried to see, but your eyes were partly covered, and you could only perceive vague shapes.
You heard a twang, a shrill screech, and then something big and dark fell past you, hitting the ground with a soft squelsh.
