Isil stared at the three frozen figures with an open mouth. Her eyes traveled from the old man with a long, tangled, gray beard, to a young man with long blonde hair in a green tunic to another blonde man who looked a lot like the other one, except he was wearing a red tunic. If she was in a completely different situation she would've made a remark about their ridiculously geeky outfits. They looked like they just came back from a renaissance fair. But she wasn't in a different situation. She was in her apartment and so were they.
The glass that she was still holding in her pale hand slipped out and shattered to pieces at her feet, spilling the water all over the floor. The old man looked like he was about to speak, but was interrupted by the ear piercing scream. Isil bolted towards the exit. Before she could make it to the door, someone grabbed her by her waist and held her off the floor to which she responded by frantic kicking and screaming. She successfully elbowed the offender in the abdomen, who let out a pained huff and let go of her. Without a second thought she ran for the door, grabbing her purse on the way out. The door however did not comply when she tried to open it. Panicking she started to batter her fists at it.
"HEEEEELP! HELP, SOMEBODY! HELP ME! HEEEELP!"
Realizing they must have somehow blocked it from the outside, she grabbed her purse and searched for the life saving taser. When the three man appeared in front of her again, she whipped out her weapon and pointed it at them.
"STAY BACK FREAKS, OR I'LL TASE YOUR GUTS OUT!" she shrieked but her hand shook like a maraca.
"We mean no harm!" spoke the old man, trying to calm her down.
"Said every serial killer ever" she spat.
"Put your weapon down and we will talk" said the man in a red tunic.
"HA! How about you get the hell out of my house before I call the cops" Of course she would have called them by now, except she couldn't remember where she put her cell phone. The men stared at her in confusion. The one in a green tunic took out his blade causing her to jump, but instead of running at her with it as she expected him to, he threw it on the ground. The other man did the same thing with his sword. Both of them looked at her expectedly.
"Yeah no. Not happening. Nuh uh." she said knowing that they wanted her to give up the taser.
"Isil, you must listen to what we tell you" spoke the old man. Eyes widening, she stared at him.
"How do you know my name?"
"We have met a while ago, you were only a child. You and your mother were separated then."
"My mother is dead." she said bitterly.
"No, your real mother. She is very much alive"
"Right. Am I suppose to believe you?" they were insane. Three lunatics.
The two other men looked slightly annoyed and one of them spoke.
"You were born in Middle Earth and sent here to prevent the Dark Lord from capturing you"
"The Dark Lord? Am I like.. Harry Potter or something?"' she asked and then broke into a hysteric fits of giggles. The three men stared at her in bewilderment as she grasped herself, unable to control the laughter. She was about to get chopped up into tiny cubicles and instead of running she was laughing!
"You are Isil of Mordor, daughter of Sauron" announced the man in a red tunic trying to ignore her cackling. Finally she was able to contain herself. There was no way to escape. The door was blocked and she couldn't get to the balcony because they were in her way.
"Who are you then?" she asked helplessly.
"I'm Gandalf the Grey" said the old man and bowed his head slightly. She noticed he had a strange looking cane in his hands. Maybe she could use it as a weapon to bash their heads in later.
"This is Legolas Greenleaf," continued the man pointing at the man in a green tunic "and this is Thranduil, The Elven King of Mirkwood" The man in a red tunic was looking down his nose at her.
"So.. you're saying you're...elves?" asked Isil, looking at the three men with doubt. She always imagined elves to be child sized, with rosy cheeks and funny hats. None of them looked like that. Okay now she's going insane. Elves don't exist. Neither does Santa Claus, the Easter bunny or the tooth fairy.
"They are elves" said the man smiling "I am a wizard"
"If you're a wizard. Do something...wizardy" she demanded crossing her arms. The man smiled and raised his cane. It started to lit up from the inside, illuminating the room with a warm yellow light. Isil's eyes widened and she yelped.
"DUDE, YOUR STICK IS ON FIRE" she yelled pointing at the cane. The man however did not flinch, but pointed it forward. A bunny made out of golden streaks of light appeared and jumped around in the thin air. She watched the creature with awe as it bounced around her. Then it jumped back into Gandalf's cane and the light went out.
"….Wow" was the only thing she managed to say. Okay so she was wrong. He was a wizard after all. Unless he was super awesome at faking it.
"Do you believe me now?" asked the wizard.
Oh yeah she believed him alright. Didn't mean that they weren't going to abduct her and hang her on the wall as a trophy after making tacos out of her liver. But she would play along. Play along in their little messed up game until she had a chance to escape.
"Yeah, sure" she nodded trying to sound casual.
"Are you ready to hear us out?" asked Legolas.
"Mhm. Yep. Tell me all about that Sour nom person." Before any of them could say anything a glass shattering sound came from the living room, causing the girl to jump, dropping the taser.
The two man who claimed to be elves grabbed their weapons off the floor and ran into the living room. "Stay here" said the wizard and followed them. Isil took the opportunity to run into her bedroom. Locking the door behind her she could hear clanging of swords, shouting and weird shrieking sounds that she couldn't identify. Unless they were slaying a velociraptor in her living room, she had no idea what the hell was going on in there.
She ran up to the window and tried to open it. It's been jammed for years, but she knew there was no other way out, so she had to try. When she finally managed to open the damn thing, the door flew off the hinges and only missed her by a few inches.
Isil turned around and her blood ran cold at what she saw. The monster that stood in the doorway was about 7 feet tall. It's skin was sickly pale covered in war paint, long tangled hair was hanging from its head and yellow fangs sticking out of its mouth. Its red glowing eyes were burning into her as it towered over her. She would have screamed if she wasn't completely paralyzed with fear.
Remembering that freezing is the last thing to do when in danger, Isil searched the room with her eyes, frantically looking for a weapon. She spotted a baseball bat that her ex boyfriend gave her few years ago at the foot of her bed. As the thing approached her, she waited until it was close enough to strike.
"I DONT THINK SO, FUGLY!" She grabbed the bat and swung as hard as she could at the beast, causing it to let out a bloodcurdling roar. Before it could rip her into pieces, she jumped over the bed to get to the door. The man in a red tunic from before appeared in the doorway, just as she was about to make an exit. Instead, she ran right into him and went flying backwards onto the bed.
The beast grabbed her throat and raised her in the air baring its ugly, sharp teeth at her. Scowling, she attempted to push away, but it was hellishly strong. She felt all the air escape her lungs and just when she thought it was going to crush her on the spot, the monster let out another roar of pain as a sword pierced its flesh. Both tumbled to the floor.
"Are you alright?" asked the man in the doorway furrowing his eyebrows as she struggled to push the dead body off of hers.
"Been better" she coughed, grasping the bed in an attempt to get up. She looked at the creature with disgust. "What in the world is that thing?" she asked rubbing her throat.
"An orc" The man stated giving her a confused glance.
"Of course. My bad"
"Come with me. We have to get you to safety" he said and walked out.
At this point she realized she'd rather go with the lunatics, than be chopped into pieces by one of these. Avoiding to step on the carcass, she followed the strange man out of the door.
When Isil walked into her living room, she did not recognize it. Every piece of furniture suffered from the violent encounter earlier. The old men casually sat on what was left of her couch, completely ignoring the fact that someone's insides where smeared across the floor, and chopped up bodies of the monsters that look like the one in her bedroom were laying around. He smiled at her and with a hand gesture invited her to sit down on the couch beside him. Isil just stared at the horrifying mess with her mouth hung open. The two men stood in the room watching her in silence. Dumbfounded, she carefully walked across the room towards the couch. Her foot hit something soft. Slowly moving her eyes down, she found a single head, without a body attached to it, looking back at her with its glassy eyes. Well. A glassy eye. The other eye she could not see, because there was an arrow stuck in it. Feeling light headed and unable to keep herself together anymore, she fainted.