Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit-Imagines and Oneshots

Fili- Romeo and Juliet pt. 3

A third part for this has been wildly requested as of late, and I planned on not finishing it because no one seemed to like it at first but it turns out y'all DO like it! So please give me feedback in the comments so I can know if you like it and want me to continue. Thanks!  

You grunted, tearing another strip of fabric from what had once been your skirt. The crinoline had been discarded long ago. 

Tears flowed from your eyes as you wrapped it around your bleeding ankle. You had stepped on a bear trap while looking for shelter and pulled your leg out one second too late. The iron spikes had grazed your skin, but nothing worse. 

It wasn't the wound that hurt the most, though. What hurt most was realizing how stupid you were. What had you been thinking? What insane part of you thought you could survive on your own? The first morning you had been out here, you had tried to hunt squirrels with your sword without success and went to sleep hungry. The next morning, you had awoken to the sound of spiders crawling nearby, and barely made it out of range in one piece. You were sure they had seen you, but probably called of the hunt when they saw how little meat you had on you, figuring you weren't worth the effort. A blessing in disguise.

You let your forehead fall on your knee as you cried. There were no clean streams in the forest to wash your wound, meaning it would probably get infected sooner than later. You had nothing else to treat it with, and you refused to return to Mirkwood. Death by wound or death by a loveless marriage. They didn't seem any different to you anymore.  

Falion's pants were tattered and muddy as you rose. Not having drank any water for the past two days, you throat was parched. Any human would be useless at the rate you were going at, but then again, you weren't human. Still, your elven abilities could only take you so far. 

Esgaroth was the closest civilization to Mirkwood. Hopefully, you could go there and regain your footing on life. You would have to keep a low profile, though, because if they knew you were King Thranduil's daughter, they would either alert his ambassador and return you or try to scam you. You had heard your father rant about the stupidity and rat-like behavior of the Master. 

Obsessed with gold, he had said. Like a dwarf, he had added hatefully.

But they had supplies there-- food, water, and clothing. That was what you needed as of right now. From there, you could work out getting to the Lonely Mountain.

Considering it was dark now and there could be more traps around, you decided to sleep where you were. You nestled into the dirt, legs curled up to your chest and an arm under your head. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

And smelled smoke. 

Your eyes shot open. Something was burning. You hadn't heard anything nearby. Spiders don't have campfires, and surely no hunters would've gotten this close to you without you hearing them-- or them hearing you when you stumbled into their trap and screamed. 

You stood back up and looked between the trees. There was no distinct light nearby, but the smell of smoke didn't fade away. It only grew. Deciding it would be best if you got a better view of the terrain from a higher point, you climbed a tree. It felt so weird not having to mind any skirts as you did so. It made you feel less contained and more... free.

The light of the stars above appeared duller than usual if you weren't mistaken. Whatever was burning must be huge to produce so much smoke, you thought. You looked to the side for a source, but only a faint yellow glow came from the east.

Your heart stopped. 

From Esgaroth. 

From your only hope of resupplying! It was on fire, along with the few thousand people that lived there.