Walking Between Dreams

Chapter 3

The movements of something silky across my skin startled me as the blood rushed to my head. My eyes darted from bulky sacks that were wrapped in a strange rope that held them upside down. Little murmurs of nonsense filled my ear, my eyes darted around to see about eleven pouches hung. Dense forest blocked out any sunlight that was above and I peered through the odd thread. I saw a gigantic, black spider took down the largest sack and there was a muffled yelp for help.

While twisted to get free I heard the spiders wail out in pain as something attacked them. I swung like a swing to gain momentum and my body weight broke the silky rope. Air rushed around me until I smacked into a jagged tree as the breath was knocked out of me as the ground hit me. It finally occurred to me that the odd cord was spider string as I struggled to peel it off, the silk stuck to my bomber jacket. Before any of the other prisoners in the spider silk pockets were able to escape I stood up and ran off into the bushes that pricked through my clothes. I could hear the noises of the spiders that sounded similar to muffled screeches from that bushes.

Rocks slipped under my shoes as I stumbled through the brambles and bushes. Thin trees with sparse leaves and squirrels passed by me. I darted behind an oak tree as I caught a glimpse of an elven bow and arrow glint in the dimmed light and hid there. The muttering of elves overpowered any noise from the forest. A few minutes passed without much movement, so I hastily walked down a hill. My foot caught on an ancient root and I tumbled down the steep slope. My curls got caught every single underbrush there was possible until I landed in a clearing. My shoulder slid across the dirt up to green, ornate boots. I glared up as some of the sticks fell onto the ground and met deep green, ageless eyes. Dark red hair fell over her delicate face.

"Who are you?" demanded the red haired elf as she held her arrow to my face.

I muttered, "Who are you?"

The name of Tauriel popped into my head once I examined her face. My eyes scanned the area around me, I recognized all of Thorin's Company minus Bilbo and a few of the elves present. Everyone was garbed in dark clothes that blended in the lush scenery. The elves were taking away weapons of dwarven origins and speaking among themselves in a smooth language.

She repeated but more sternly, "Who are you?"

I murmured while avoiding eye contact with a twinge of sadness and self preservation taking over, "Mia."

"What a strange name for an odd looking girl," snarled Legolas and stalked towards me.

His blond hair picked up the remaining sunlight like twinkling stars with brilliant blue eyes matching the noon sky. He roughly picked me up and searched for weapons.

"Do not worry I carry no weapon because I have no need for them," I sarcastically stated after the search. My fingers still found the letter in my pocket where I kept my pocket watch to find cool metal against my finger tips, it was now a little damp from my sweating.

One of the guards aggressively pushed me after the elven prince with a tan bow as we began our walk to the halls of the elven king of the Mirkwoods. The dwarves watched me suspiciously along the well cared for trail that was lined with plenty of rocks. However, tiny purple flowers took back some of the path and grew in vines around the trees. I kept quiet through the journey as we passed through the dark and dangerous woods.