Tolkien Elven Imagines and Headcanons Volume 1

159. Elrohir - Nightmare Come True

Elrohir x Reader

2k words

Please read the warnings that are in all bold for heavy emphasis. This is completely different from what I usually write.

Warnings:

Blood,

Torture,

Gore,

Graphic Violence,

Eventual Fluff (just not much in this one)

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You began to stand as your head pounded and sucked in air haphazardly, your breath having been stolen from you when your horse bucked you off. The earth had been incredibly unforgiving in helping cushion your fall, leaves, and mud caking onto your trousers and tunic. A loud snarling cackle met your ears, prompting you to stumble forward quickly—hands reaching forward to catch yourself as you slipped forward.

You were doing your damndest to regain your balance as the adrenaline began to course through your veins. Hurrying up the trail as quickly as you could, hearing the sounds of running and heavy footsteps just in the distance behind you. Thudding loudly and leaves crunching noisily, sending panic thrumming through you as you began to run off the trail, hoping for a short cut. You didn't need to look back to know what was after you.

An orc had been trailing behind you for the last mile when he finally spooked your horse enough to send you airborne. You finally regained better footing and began to run as hard as you could, knowing that the creature wouldn't give up its chase. Not willing to lose such a high and pretty prize, you had heard the horrors from Elrohir...

Heard the horrors of what happened to his mother, and Eru, you did not want the same fate to befall you. You couldn't help but feel the tears prick your eyes as you realized that was precisely what would happen if your luck ran out. Your elven ears twitched as it's pace quickened, inhaling sharply with terror. A vice was gripping your heart, hands shaking, and you pushed yourself. Run harder.

It was here you felt some relief, easily speeding up and away from the foul creature. But your need to get away rapidly was your undoing as you came upon a small wall of rock and clay that was not climbable. You gasped sharply, the cold fall air stinging your already burning lungs.

There was no way you could reach the top, being just several feet out of your reach even if you jumped! Just as you were about to turn to dart to the left, you turned to see that your would-be attacker was gaining on you.

Another coming from the left and a third coming from the right... Two others you hadn't even heard before. You'd been too preoccupied with just the one! The dread weighed heavy like lead in your stomach as you stared at the monsters before you, wide-eyed and shaking.

"Now we've got you right where we want you..." The one before you said, he was scrawny and waif-like. Wearing odd layers of ripped cloth crudely stitched together to form a "tunic" with strange flimsy metal in the shape of awkward armor. The others were better outfitted yet just as grimy and disgusting as the being before you.

The stench of rot met your nostrils, and you repressed the gag, slowly beginning to back away as they started to close in on you. Each was brandishing a long iron sword, blood, and mud-caked from previous use on another unfortunate soul.

"We are going to have a nice time with this one." One with a deep and gravelly voice began grinning widely, exposing his rotted and sharp teeth. You were speechless, paling at the insinuation of the torture to come, watching how another pulled a dagger from his makeshift belt. You were silent, unable to give a proper scathing retort.