Legolas Imagines (LOTR/Hobbit)

Imagine meeting Legolas for the first time (Pt 1/2)

Disclaimer: I don't own Legolas or any of the LOTR or Hobbit characters. All rights go to the brilliant minds of J.R.R Tolkien and Peter Jackson, and I seek no money or profit from this fanwork.

~LOTR~

"Let me go!" you shouted angrily, gritting your teeth against the pain.

Honestly, when this whole thing first started you had the upper hand, but then more of the bastard's friends showed up and your odds of walking away with all your belongings... or without a scratch were slim to none. The stinging pain in your jaw reminded you that the odds were even less than that now. You hoped it wasn't broken as you watched on, helpless to do anything as your clothes and food were thrown out of your travel bag and stomped into the muddy ground.

You struggled against the person pinning your arms behind you, but the grip was painfully tight and too strong to break.

One of the men called Hagon leaned in close to you, and the acrid stench of his breath made you want to vomit. He grinned and ran one of his dirty rough fingers across your cheek. You bite your tongue to keep silent, not wanting to give anyone the satisfaction of seeing your pain, least of all him.

"It's a shame such a pretty flower had to be damaged," he crooned, eyes hungrily roving over your whole body.

You yanked your head out of his grasp with a sneer, and the man chuckles -if you could call the horrid sound a chuckle- and turned his attention toward the others. "Anything of value yet?"

"No seer, just a few coins," replied one of them.

Hagon whipped back around towards you. He had a lustful look in his eyes and it sent a shiver of fear down your spine. You knew exactly what he was thinking and it was reaffirmed when you heard him refer to you as their treasure. A bunch of hoots and snickers drowned out the rest of what he was saying, but you could tell by the rowdy reaction that it wasn't good for you. You started to panic, knowing that if these honor-less men took you away that you were not going to live. After they had their fun with you though, you thought, inwardly shuddering.

When one of the men turned his back to you to retrieve a rope, you saw your opportunity and kicked out behind you. The arms holding you loosened their grip as the man collapsed, groaning in pain. You took advantage of this distraction and kicked three others in the gut, managing to knock out another with a kick to the head. Spinning around, you duck out of the way as another comes hurdling towards you, only to fall flat on his face.

"Anyone else?" you seethe, taking note of their expressions.

The remaining ruffians just stood there looking quite petrified to go near you. It felt good to have the upper hand again, but you didn't let it go to your head as you kept a close eye on all of them. No, not all of them... one was missing.

You gasped as a knife was forcefully slammed against your throat hard enough to draw a little blood.

"Try anything and I'll slit your throat," a voice hissed venomously from behind you and you recognized it to be Hagon's. Tears sprang to your eyes. You were so close...

"If I see so much as a muscle twitch, I will not hesitate to shoot you."

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A/N: I hope you liked it! More is coming soon...