Loki the Elfling (In Middle Earth)

oh look, amnesia! oh, and a cute kid

Loki groans and presses his hand to his head. I've got to stop waking up like this.

He squints. Actually, before I start lecturing myself... where am I? He can't see well, the sun seems to be right in front of him. He shields his eyes. The sound of grasshoppers and birdsong surrounds him. He can smell the sweet sent of nearby flowers. Something small scurries through the underbrush. Underbrush... that must mean a forest?

He tries to turn around so he's facing away from the light, but something seems to entrap him. It feels leathery. He can smell something coppery on it. He doesn't like that smell.

He wriggles his way out of the leather and turns away from the sun. He blinks as his eyes adjust to the light.

"Why am I naked?" He mutters to himself, utterly confused. He tries to remember, but his eyes start to hurt. He places his hand above his eyes to shield them from the sun like a hat and looks down at what entrapped him.

"Armor...?" He stares blankly at it for a moment. "Why is it so big? No." 

His body stiffens as the right question comes to the surface of his mind. "Why am I so small? I remember," his vision is blurry, "I remember... it, no I..." He squeezes his eyes shut and opens them again to try to get rid of his blurry vision. It doesn't work. "Why aren't I big anymore?" He asks instead, not really sure who the question is for.

He stares at the armor. No one answers. He winces at the pain in his eyes and head. He presses his hands to his head, trying to relieve the ache. "Why can't I remember?"

He scowls, mad at something, but not sure what.

A loud rumbling sound interrupts his train of thought. His face turns red and he stares at his stomach. His belly rumbles again. He looks around again, embarrassed, just to make sure no one is there. He does not want anyone to see or... hear this. He will never live it down. He thinks of a name but a static like sound fills his ears instead.

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His head hurts.

He lets out a shaky breath. He doesn't like this. Something is wrong. He knows it, he can feel it somehow, in his-his... he cannot recall the name but it is very important to him.

No, he thinks to himself, there are more important things at the moment. I am alone, I don't know where I am, and I am hungry.

He tries to remember what he was taught to do if he ever found himself in a situation like this.

Shelter, water and then food.

A glimmer from something silver catches his eye. It's a small signet on the armor. He hesitates and then shrugs. If worst comes to worst, he can always curl up into the armor. It'll be cramped, but at least it'll keep him dry.

Next is... water.

He walks into the forest, in a random direction. A moment later, he thinks better of it.

He walks back to his newly dubbed camp sight and picks up several leaves.

He walks back into the forest, using them to mark his path.

The wind blows them away. He sighs.

"Stop that!" He puts one hand on his hip and with the other, he emphatically points at the empty air.