Tolkien Elven Imagines and Headcanons Volume 1

169. Another Nightmare - Rog

Rog x Reader

2k words, rarely serious Rog.

Sorry for the few dark themes I've been bouncing here and there! Happy Late New Years to all my followers! Here's a thing I've been hoarding since last February!

Warning:

horror, nightmare, blood, torture

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The fog was thick around you, making it impossible to see any further in the forest you stood in. The moonlight barely shining through the canopy of the trees, you were utterly alone, having lost your guards much earlier in the night. You trekked forward quietly, careful to step over gnarled roots that stuck up from the ground so you didn't trip over it.

Listening for anything that sounded unusual but with the fact that you were so alone in this unknown land with danger lurking at every turn. It felt like hours passed by as you continued forward, there was endless forest and fog. It was as if you'd never find your way out of there and get home to see your Rog.

After hours of walking, finally you saw torch light in the distance. Relief washed over you as you began to pick up the pace rushing to get to what you assumed were your guards waiting for you! You ignored the faint feeling of dread that began to settle in your stomach, prompting you to run faster to safety.

It was inevitable something was going to happen and you didn't want to find out what! Your call echoed out through the forest, words indecipherable but it caught the attention of the people in the distance. You sighed out as you saw them turning to come for you grateful they would come to meet you halfway...

That was until you heard the harshness of westron leave their lips. You had been warned of bandits being in these woods or mercenaries with the war impacting the world not every human kept to a true and pure nature.

Harsh laughter and hoops and hollers echoing around you, feet slipping on the roots as you did your best to turn around to try and find a place to hide from the men. But they were far more familiar with the forests and the tangling network of roots knowing where to step until they were upon you.

Their faces twisted, jaws dislocated and slackened hanging open unable to close. Their eyes were lifeless as they gazed at you glazed over and sharp claws reached out to grab you. Flesh seemingly rotting, their bones exposed beneath and the smell of the gangrenous flesh was revolting.

You repressed the bile that you felt rising in your throat it was so foul! Your heart was beating so hard you could hear it throbbing and pounding in your chest, your ankle catching in the roots forcing you to trip and fall much to your horror. Their claws digging painfully sharp into your skin and ripping at your clothing; leaving large gashes in your perfect skin.

Your screams echoed through the forest but they did not stop, one standing before you. Bones creaking noisily as he moved to crouch before you, scraping a long claw down your chest and down to your abdomen where he stopped. Slowly digging his claw into you, the pressure and pain was unbearable as you cried out in terror begging them to let you go and for them to stop.

But his claws only pressed further until ripped through you abdomen entirely! Blood dripping out of your mouth and soaking down the front of your gown as haunting laughter left their throat. Horrible wheezing mixing in as you babbled out your terror to whoever was possibly listening to it.

But there was only one person you wanted more than anything to save you from pain and horror of this moment and you couldn't stop the powerful cry that left your lips.