Hobbit/The Lord of the Rings Imagines

Fili ~ Lost 3

You had successfully gotten lost. Again.

Through your tears and heart break, you hadn't paid attention to where you were going.

And now, you were utterly and helplessly, lost.

At least you had a coat this time, you sniffed to yourself and looked gloomily at your bare feet. Just no shoes.

Night had fallen about an hour ago, but still, you wondered, determined to find your way home. The temperature was dropping, and despite your emotional plight, you knew that if you wanted to survive, you had to make it.

The moonlight was sporadic through the breaks in clouds and trees, and this didn't help the fear clenching in your stomach.

You really wished that Fili was here.

It had been foolish to run. Normally you wouldn't, normally you faced challenges head on, but this was so different. This was something you weren't accustomed to dealing with.

A noise made you stop dead. There were some dangerous things in the woods, especially this time of year. You could usually avoid them during the day, but night was a little different.

There was another noise and your heart started hammering.

There was more than.

Which only meant it could be one thing.

Orcs.

You were really cursing now, cursing that you could be fool enough to not be home be sundown.

You'd always promised you would be.

Your hands clenched around your two knives, prepared should anything attack you.

It came without warning, a horrifying shriek to your left, and you were thrown backwards with a scream.

A blade dug into your arm, but this was pushed away as you swung yourself into action.

Your blade found the orcs neck.

It dropped to the ground as three more attacked. A scouting party if you weren't mistaken. And now, you were fighting for your life.

All your practice had only ever been one on one, this was very different.

Every blow you seemed to deflect, another one came in just as quick, and you knew it would only be a matter of time before one struck.

You knew that there a good possibility you would die tonight.

A loud shout startled the orcs, enough that you had a chance to kill one, while the other two were now occupied by the second fighter.

It was Fili.

His expression a mix of fear and fury, he took down the orcs, standing over them, his sword dripping with black blood, breathing heavily.

"Fili..." Your voice was small, scared, but it was enough to cause Fili's head to snap up.

His sword dropped and then his arms were around you, pulling you into a bone crushing hug. Even as tears began to pour from your eyes, you realised you weren't the only one crying. Fili was openly sobbing, clinging to you tightly.

It was sometime before either of you moved, and even then, that was only because you became very aware of the burning in your arm.

You flinched as you moved and you found Fili's worried gaze on you, his eyes widening when you clutched the semi deep wound in your arm.

"You're hurt..." He breathed.

"It's alright, it's not that bad." But you both knew you were lying.