"Legolas, look at this!"
The Elf's brown eyes flitted to the zombie apocalypse book I was holding. "Really, Y/N? That one?"
The book had scenarios and two choices for those scenarios. Whichever choice you chose, you could flip to the page that had your fate.
The theme of this book was a zombie apocalypse.
"Come on, let's play it. I'll go first." I shrugged, flipping to a random page.
Suddenly a small slip of paper popped out, but I flicked it aside.
The pages were slightly yellowed due to age, and they made a crackling sound when you flipped, unlike the smooth whoosh of a new page of a book.
Legolas sat cross-legged next to me, his blond hair tickling my fingers as he leaned over slightly to look. "If I may ask, why is it so dusty? And where did you find it?"
"Oh, just in a box of my parents stuff in my attic. I was cleaning up in there when I saw it." I explained.
He narrowed his eyes. "Was there anything on the box?"
I ceased my actions, pursing my lips in concentration. It was just a blank cardboard box, taped up. "Not that I remember. Anyway, here it is!"
Why's he acting so weird? It's just a book.
"' The news tells you that there's an outbreak. Do you either fight and leave your home? Or stay home and try to survive until help arrives?"' I read.
Legolas wasted no time. "I would fight, and look for fellow survivors, but I'd be wary too, just in case." He grinned, and his finger snapped in realization. "You would probably stay home and try to survive, right?"
Cheeks red, I slammed the book down and hit his shoulder playfully. "Well, I wouldn't want to be bitten!"
"Yes, but you might have a better chance, because what if they come inside?" Legolas shrugged.
Both seemed like good options, but to an extent. Knowing myself I would probably stay home for a little bit, and maybe, if I was provoked enough, I would go out fighting.
Because I knew he was watching me, a sigh left my lips before I picked up the book and flipped to page thirty-seven. "' Because you stay home, you eventually run out of rations and starve to death-"'
Boisterous laughter left his mouth, earning him another hit on the shoulder from me. "It's not funny, Legolas!"
Fine. But this was just one question. He might have a worse fate on another one.
He may be an Elf, but he can still be killed.
Clearing his throat, he swallowed. "Okay, it wasn't funny. I'm sorry. Let's go onto the next question then, yeah?"
He mimicked my scowl while I flipped through, trying to find another interesting question.
"Alright, here. You accidentally set off a timed bomb. This bomb will blow up an entire crowd of zombies, but could possibly alert other zombies around the area due to the sound. Which one do you-"
BANG!
Squealing, I found myself curled in a ball, while Legolas went to the blinds and peeked through.
His shoulders were tense, and he was quiet, his fists clenched so tight the knuckles were white. "Wha-"
"Be quiet."
Cautiously, he lifted a finger to ease the thin wood downwards to give him enough of a view outside.
As quickly as he had looked, he turned it upwards so you couldn't see inside. He then whirled and crouched down to swipe up the slip of paper. "What was out there? What did you see?" I inquired, heart beating erratically.
Sitting up now, I tilted my head to get a better look at him.
"Did you read this?" He waved the slip.
"No. I thought it wasn't needed. Why? And what did you see?" I demanded impatiently.
It's a slip of paper, it could've been a bookmark. But nobody leaves a bookmark in a book for that long....
"Y/N."
Never had I seen him so scared; Jaw clenched, and eyes wavering.
"The paper says that whoever reads this book will go through the theme for twenty-four hours."
*Sorry if this sucks, but I was inspired by the movie #Alive. It's on Netflix, and I thought it was a pretty great movie!
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Legolas Oneshots & Headcanons (Discontinued)
FanfictionA collection of oneshots and headcanons of the famous archer and Prince of the Woodland Realm, Legolas Thranduillion! The cover is not mine; credits go to original creator/ owner.
