These Lovely Scars (Lord of the Rings Fanfic)

Frenzy

"Who are you?" I ask. Fair hair, piercing blue eyes, he's hot. But he's dressed kind of weird. Like some warrior from a medieval age or something. And, well, I'm not really a fan of long hair on guys.

"Adrianne," he says carefully.

"Yeah, that's my name." I say. "Wait, how do you know my name?"

He continues to look at me, obviously confused. "Adrianne, it's me. Legolas."

Legolas? I almost snort out loud. "What kind of name is that?"

Instead of rolling his eyes or making some sort of smart remark like he should, he looks even more worried. Frightened. "Aragorn!" He calls out. "Aragorn, something's horribly wrong!"

Another man comes into view. Although his hair is still kind of long for a guy, it's not as long as the blonde guy's. Dark, shoulder length hair...he's kind of cute too. "What happe - why is she - why are you on the ground, Adrianne?"

Panic finally kicks in like it should. "Why do you guys all know my name!" I shout, beginning to cry. "Where am I? I want to go back! I want to go back to my...my...um..." Family. But that's the thing, I can't remember. "Why can't I remember?!?! ANSWER ME!" I start to scream.

The two guys panic. The dark haired one holds me down while the fair haired one runs to get the old man with the pointy hat who is sitting on a rock. I have attracted the attention of everyone in the room. Nine people, all dudes. Have I been kidnapped? And why are we in a cave?

Everyone comes over and crowds around me, but the old man pushes them away. "Get back!" He shouts, waving a long stick at them. Is that a...staff? What the -

"Aragorn, silence her. We cannot afford to draw attention to ourselves," the wizard-like guy says. The dark haired guy, Aragorn, clamps a hand over my mouth, and I scream harder though the sound is muffled. I'm now positive that I've been kidnapped, drugged so that I lost my memory, and now this group of teenage - well, some teenage guys is going to use me for their entertainment. They're going to rape me.

I am scared out of my mind right now. My throat is hoarse and raw from screaming, and tears leak from my eyes and down my face, dripping onto Ara-something's hand. "Adrianne, please! It's just me, it's just us, remember?" When I continue to scream and cry, he turns to the old guy. "Gandalf, what's happening?" There is fear in his eyes, like he cares for me. Why should he care, when I don't care about him? In fact, I hate him! I hate him and his little group of friends for abducting me!

"She's remembering things," Old guy says. "From her other life."

"What does that mean?" Dark hair says in a frantic tone. I don't know what he means either.

"It means that she is balancing between two worlds. It is impossible, and therefore it will drive her mad. Which is why she is in hysterics right now. She must come back to our side now." They are speaking nonsense. I must have cried an ocean of tears by now.

"How is she going to do that? How can we help her?" Dark hair shouts, as panicked as I am scared.

"Kiss her." Old man says.

I scream louder, if possible. See, I was right! They're going to use me for entertainment! In a frenzy, I kick out and try to squirm away, but I am not match. He puts his weight on me, holding me down.

Why is there a sad look in his eyes? Isn't this what he wants, to use me? He takes his hand away from my mouth, and I purse my lips together as tightly as I can possibly manage. "I'm sorry, Adrianne." He says. Then his lips crash onto mine, prying them open. I black out.