The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings one shots and Imagines Book II

The voice - Part 3 - Company x Legolas x Reader

Free. She was free. After all those long years, she was out of that accursed cell. Out of that cursed kingdom, her wispy form floating high over the tops of the trees. A part of her had thought to go and hunt down the king. The acts of the aloof, conceited, arrogant monarch of the woodland realm, surely earning him some kind of punishment. The idea of coming before him and placing her fingers around that oh so delicate throat of his, before she hoisted him into the air. Having those jewel-like eyes of his, widen, as she showed him what she really was, was quite a delicious notion. But no, to intentionally place herself back into the afflicted realm, would be foolish; that, and whether she liked it or not, she owed the hobbit that had freed her, a debt of gratitude. And there was also the fact that when the halfling had freed her, she had picked up the unmistakable odour of orc on both he and the pale haired dwarf with him. The pair only able to acquire that smell, if they had been in close contact with those vile servants of evil. So, for her, it made sense to stick close to them. For if there were orcs, she would never go hungry.

She chuckled to herself, as her vaporous form made its way to find the little man to whom she owed her freedom. Some may say that she herself was a servant of evil, given what she was. But despite that, despite her appearance, she was in this world to control the evil. Her thirst had decreased the number of orcs that roamed the land; well, that was until Thranduil had taken it upon himself to throw her into that dungeon. She only able to imagine how the number of orcs had increased since her incarceration. Yet that did mean one thing, that she would be able to eat, and that she would eat well.

Quietly, she drifted over the canopy of burnt umber leaves; enjoying the sensation of just being able to float in this form once more, not realising how much she had missed it. Only now able to understand just how much she had missed since she had been locked up in the kingdom of the elf king. Yet enjoying her newfound freedom would wait, as the sudden overwhelming smell of orc filled her senses.

The elves had fed her over the years, enough to keep her alive; but there was nothing like fresh meat. Nothing like the warm black blood that pumped around the veins of orcs, to truly sate her hunger, and she was hungry. Hungry enough to drain a thousand orcs, and still have the taste for more. Yet she had not expected the sight that now presented itself to her; it impossible not to laugh, as she saw a number of dwarves, in barrels, being taken away by the rushing river. All of them looking like half drowned, shaggy animals, as they did their best to not fully drown, in the turbulent, white capped water. The speedily travelling barrels, followed by just as quickly moving elves, and along with them was her prey. Her mist like form moving silently behind a large orc that was bearing down on a pale haired elf; and as much as she hated the notion of helping the peoples of the king that had had her imprisoned for so long, or any elf for that matter; this time she would make an exception.

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Legolas quickly turned on his heels; his fingers instantly notching another arrow, as he heard a loud scream come from behind him. His brows furrowing as all he saw was a large orc that was surrounded by a black mist; the foul creature letting out a blood curdling screech, before it simply dropped to the floor, dead. There not a sign of any wound, any cut from a sword or piercing from an arrow; just a dead orc. The elf prince not sure what to think when he saw another orc, then another fall in seemingly a similar manner. The chase after the escaping dwarves, forgotten for a moment, as enemy after enemy dropped to the ground, even quicker than he and the others would have been able to deal with the encroaching orcs.

He had to admit that he had no idea what could be doing this. No matter how good his hearing and eyesight might be, it was obviously not good enough to help him see or hear whatever had come to his aid; but as long as whatever it was, was attacking the orcs and not himself or the rest of the elves, he would look at it, for the moment at least, as an ally. The body of yet another orc suddenly being thrown through the air by the unseen force and landing in the rushing water, reminding the prince that there were still more of the foul creatures to be dealt with; that the escaping dwarves had to be recaptured. The prince springing back into action and finally releasing his arrow; it, as always, hitting its mark.

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If they could look upon her at this moment, those around her would be able to see the happiest of beings. A broad smile spreading across her lips, as she drained yet another orc and threw him through the air as if it had weighed nothing. A chuckle coming from deep inside her, as her long fingers gripped around the throat of yet another victim. The orcs eyes growing wide, as it felt a harsh sting and then life being drained from its veins.

She had always thrived in moments like this. Hunting for the small roaming packs of the servants of evil, got her what she needed; but it came with no thrill. Yet battle, war, that was her home, where she truly felt alive. For countless centuries she had been present when the forces of the free peoples of Middle -Earth had fought the wickedness that had tried to claim it; she able to feast and kill, and here she was again, reveling in battle. Able to do what she had been born to do, after so long. Her eyes quickly surveying the scene, stopping as she saw that the dwarves had been halted in their escape by a gate. Her brows furrowing as she watched one of the children of Aulë quickly clamber out of his barrel and up to a leaver; the dark-haired dwarf not seeming to notice, or care that an orc archer had him in his sights. The pull of the debt that needed to be paid to the hobbit, drawing her to him. The dwarf's eyes growing wide, as he was suddenly suspended above his empty barrel; all he was able to see.......a pair of red eyes.