[The Lord of the Rings] With the Worst Morning Temper

[Just as the blurb says, I was so overwhelmed by his beauty that I started writing on a whim, and now I can't write the rest. My mind is completely blank.]

[I was never good at writing emotions or everyday life, so what kind of ridiculous dream was I chasing?]

[Looking back years later, I'm sorry. I've mostly moved on from The Lord of the Rings. Maybe I should write The Witcher instead, hehe~]

What does it feel like to be jolted awake from a deep sleep by shouts of murder?

What does it feel like to get out of bed, still seething with anger, and find yourself in the middle of a wasteland?

Hira stands there, utterly bewildered, with her bed, right in the middle of a battlefield between two armies.

The bleak, cold wind howls past.

Where's my castle? My estate? My butler?

Can someone tell me what on earth is going on?

Did Jehovah finally get fed up with me constantly seeking out his old lover for a drink, and kick me out of his world while I was asleep?

Seriously, I slept for over a thousand years. Isn't that long enough for you two to canoodle?

I'm so mad :)

But the elf in front of me smells incredibly enticing, even more intoxicating than the fine wine I've kept in my cellar for years.

I want him.

As described above, the protagonist is transported straight into the battle between the elves and dwarves during the Battle of the Five Armies, after the charge but before the fighting begins.

The crossover features Hebrew mythology, HP, and The Lord of the Rings, with The Lord of the Rings as the main setting. I haven't figured out the rest yet, so little angels are welcome to suggest what they'd like to see.

Updates are extremely slow. It looks like this will either be a short story or a medium-length one with no hope of ever being finished, hahaha.

This was inspired by seeing Thranduil suddenly captivated by beauty on Bilibili not long ago, hahaha.

Theme: Life always needs some cute little sweet treats