The elleth from under the mountain

From the darkness

Ontario's P.O.V

I groaned lowly as I slowly came to.

Tentatively touching my aching head, with shaky hands. I whinced at the contact, my fingers coming away stained red.

The gash from my forehead, leaking down my face and through my hair, causing dirt and leaves to stick to it.

I gradually sat up, only to fly backwards moments later, scrambling to put as much distance between the monstrosity and myself. My back slamming into a tree, heart pounding in my chest as I saw the spider laying at my feet.

It took a drawn out period of time for me to finally realise that it wasn't moving.

The spider lay dead, it's lifeless eyes staring at me. My sword pierced through its head.

Taking a deep breath, and with the help of the tree I managed to stand on shaky limbs.

Every muscle in my body was screaming, begging me not to move.

I slowly limped towards the dead arachnid. Tentatively nudging it with the toe of my boot, for good measure. It didn't move.

With great difficulty, I pulled my blade from its corpse, stumbling backwards slowly. I didn't have the faintest inkling on how I had managed to kill it.

The last thing I remember was falling.

I looked around for my friends, "Thórin!" I called out in desperation. "Fili! Kili!" I cried out.

The only thing I could hear was the sound of my voice, echoing through the empty trees.

Looking at the ground I could see signs of a struggle. Large sharp prints, were embedded deep in the ground- it had to have been the spiders. It looked like an ambush.

There were obvious drag marks on the ground, the leaves and dirt being upturned, in its wake.

Leaning heavily on my sword, I followed the tracks into the darkness.

What little light there was, was fading fast. I wasn't keen on spending a night alone in this forest.

.....

The tracks soon disappeared, I found myself studying the trees above me for any disturbance. Every now and again a branch had been snapped off at the limb.

I found myself following my instincts, and it paid off.

On the ground half buried in the dirt was one of Fili's throwing knives. One of a pair I had gifted to him when he came of age.

Brushing the dirt off its blade, I tucked it underneath my belt, securing it tightly.

My eyes were once again drawn upwards, this time I was met with shadows amongst the Snow White web.

My finely tuned ears picked up the chittering of the spiders moving amounts to the cocoons of the dwarves stilled bodies.

How I hoped they had not yet perished. It would take more than one spider bite to kill a dwarf.