And then the death came.
You used all of the strength you had to run. The only thought you had in your mind was that you’re going to die in a short moment. And your death would be slow and painful- spiders were the eight-legged masochists that loved to see their prey squirm in pain.
It wasn’t a dream. You hoped that you just fell asleep in your work and you would be awoken in any moment by your boss. Maybe you would have to listen to his yelling but it was nicer than getting eaten by those creatures. You didn’t even wonder why the spiders were the same size as small cars. Well, it didn’t matter.
You didn’t know where you were running. Every tree looked exactly the same. You didn’t even try to find a way out of that situation. Maybe you were panicking or maybe you were not. Your mind was too busy thinking about the pain you were feeling. Every muscle hurt like hell and your lungs were screaming for you to stop. And then everything stopped, stopped with the soft sound of arrow flying next to your year. It was like a song, which was trying to calm you down, saying that it’s okay now. You listened to it and then the world filled with darkness.
When you slowly opened your eyes you saw a place that wasn’t familiar to you in any way. You felt dizzy and your mind was hazy. The only thing you could register in that state was that you were in some cell. You close your eyes promising yourself that it would be only for a few seconds, to regain your composure. Before you could notice your mind drifted to another world where no one could hurt you. But still it wasn’t home.
They took you before their king. They didn’t touch you and you weren’t surprised. Your modern clothes were different than theirs. You felt like if you were in some kind of fairy tale. Elves were everywhere. Their beauty was hypnotizing. You almost couldn’t tear your eyes from their perfect figures. When you were walking you could only hear your own steps. It was like the guards weren’t walking by your side, like you were alone. It scared you. You knew for sure that they were real but you didn’t know if they were real in this magical world or only in your head.
And then you saw him- the creature that would hunt your dreams ‘till the end of your days. But you didn’t know it yet. In that particular moment you thought that he wanted to end your life. You shivered before his great face. Unknowingly to you, your shivering under his sight was a pure amusement for him. No words were spoken. You didn’t even notice when your (e/c) eyes locked with crystal blue hues, and when you stopped breathing.
You tried to get back to your world but you couldn’t find any way to do so. No one could help you, they tried to send you back home but after some time they just gave up. You couldn’t do anything. You had to learn how to live there.
He extended his hand towards you. You left your hiding spot and stood before him. He smiled that elvish smile of his. You hated that smile. It was like if he just hunted down his prey, his little lamb. And what terrified you the most was that you were that lamb.
At first the Elves didn’t like you very much. You were a stranger, a possible threat. On the other hand you were something different. You were just interesting, especially for Thranduil. You were his little plaything and what upset you the most was that you let him treat you like that.
You didn’t even know when your little game started. First, non-significant looks, then small touches and at the end you were in his arms. Still, you didn’t know if you can trust him for sure, but whenever you doubted in that, he would do something that made you feel safe.
He tore his blue eyes from the shining moon and looked at your small, sleeping form. He leaned his chin on his hand and smiled lightly. Thranduil knew that you were only a human and that meant you would disappear one day and he couldn’t do anything with that. But still you were his property and he wouldn’t let you go that fast.
He would be reminding you that you are his ‘till the end of your life.