Inflamed (Harry Potter & The Hobbit/LOTR Crossover) (LegolasxOC)

2- Not in England

When I came to, my head was pounding. I grimaced, holding my hand to it. I pulled my fingers away to find blood sticking to them. Fantastic. I better not have a concussion. I stood up, leaning against a tree heavily. I blinked a few times and looked around for Robin. I stumbled around the general area, black spots forming in my vision, trying to find my friend. When I couldn't find him, I groaned, realizing that he probably went back home.

It occured to me then that it was late and Mum and Dad would be worried about me. Peter was never going to let me out of his sight again. I grabbed my bag from off the ground and stumbled forward, trying to make my way home. Something wasn't right here. I took a good look around and realized that I wasn't in the forest I knew and loved anymore. It sounded crazy, but I knew I was right.

Fumbling, I pulled my wand out and whispered, "Lumos." The tip of my wand lit up and I held it out, trying to navigate. Maybe it only looks different to me because I hit my head. That makes sense. As I continued to stumble, my doubts started to overwhelm me. This is insane. I'm not in the same forest as the one back home. Face it, I'm horribly lost. I've been in there at night and it looks nothing like this forest. Where am I?

Panic weighed heavily on my chest. I didn't know what to do or how to find a way back. Think, Paige! Think! What would Mum do? I started to hypervenilate, which made my logic fuzzy. I swore loudly, my head starting to pound. I heard heavy footsteps and started. What the hell was that?

I listened closely, trying to figure out anything I could on the walker. After several seconds, I figured out that there were in fact three sets of footsteps and from heaviness of the steps that they were each very large. I gulped, looking around for a place to hide. However, I wasn't quick enough, becuase I was discovered.

"You smell that? Man flesh!" One crowed. I tensed at their words. Man flesh? That was a giveaway that they weren't human. "Mmm it'd go great with this horse, ain't it?" Another said. "Better than 'orse, I say." The third one agreed. I gulped hard. Great, they are planning to cook me. I looked around for a hiding place in a last, desperate attempt.

Just when I found one, I heard footsteps coming my way. Impulsively, I tried to make a break for it. "Hey! It's tryin' to get away!" One of the creatures wailed. Another shoved its way around the other, snarling, "I'll get it." I thought I was going to make it, but the black spots and the darkness caused me to trip.

A large hand picked me up, clenching me in their fist. I blinked my eyes a couple times, taking in the ugly features of my capturer. It was a Troll. My heart was pounding in my chest as the Troll took me back to its camp. Surreptitiously, I slid my weapons into my bag and Transfigured it into a ring. I slipped the ring on my finger and watched as two more Trolls came into view, my wand safely tucked away.

One was roping ponies into a small area. The other was standing by a pot that was over a fire. "You got it!" The one by the ponies shouted gleefully. The Troll by the pot grinned maliciously and nodded towards a pile of scraps. "Tie 'er up for now. We'll decide later how to cook 'er."

I gritted my teeth as I was tied up in a sack, my head the only thing not wrapped. My body felt like it was being squeezed by a boa constrictor, which did not help the blood flow through my body. One Troll sneezed into the pot and I grimaced at the unsanitary motion.

"Oh, that's lovely, that is; a floater." One Troll snapped sarcastically. "Oh, might improve the flavor." Another suggested. I started to gag, unnoticed by my captors. The one who sneezed put in, "Ah! There's more where that came from."

Sneezer (as I was now calling him) sneezed again. But Cook (the one who was doing the cooking, obviously) grabbed him by the nose and shoved him away. "Oh no you don't." Cook growled. "Ow! Ow! Ow!" Sneezer squealed. (A/N: Just to make this easier I'm going to give you a key right now to tell you who is who. Just because Paige doesn't know their names doesn't mean I don't or you don't have to. :) Bert = Cook, William = Sneezer, Tom = Nicknameless...if that helps at all.) My eyes were drawn to a figure who was creeping by the Trolls, unnoticed.