Legolas and (Y/n) arrived at the ledge overlooking the river, the sound of rushing water below filling the tense silence. Another elf, one of the sentries, stood beside them, watching the scene unfold with wary eyes. The barrels carrying Thorin and his company of dwarves were hurtling down the river, and danger was close behind.
Legolas's sharp eyes caught sight of something, and he spoke quickly in Elvish, his voice commanding.
"Close the gate!" he ordered, gesturing sharply to the sentry.
The elf beside him wasted no time, lifting a long trumpet to his lips and blowing a clear, urgent note that echoed across the forest. At the sound, elven sentries leaped into action, their movements swift and precise. The great portcullis that guarded the river passage began to lower with a groan of gears, cutting off the escape route.
For a moment, it seemed as though the dwarves might slip through the closing gate—Thorin's barrel, carried by the strong current, nearly slipped past. But then, with a sudden jolt, it jammed against the iron bars, the remaining barrels crashing into it, bobbing and cracking as they piled up. There would be no further escape through the gate.
Then came the first blow.
A sharp thwack echoed through the air as an Elvish guard fell to the ground, an orc arrow protruding from his chest. (Y/n)'s breath caught in her throat. The guard had barely hit the ground when a large force of orcs came swarming over the riverbank, led by the hulking figure of Bolg.
Bolg roared, his voice like thunder. "Slay them all!"
Chaos erupted.
Within moments, the orcs had descended on the barrels, attacking without mercy. The dwarves, trapped and vulnerable, fought back desperately. They used the lids of their barrels as shields, deflecting arrows and blows, while orcs leapt onto the barrels, snarling and swinging their weapons.
Bilbo, nimble and quick, ducked and dodged, trying to fend off the onslaught.
In the midst of the battle, Kili broke away, his eyes fixed on the lever that controlled the portcullis. If he could just reach it, there might be a chance. He fought his way through the chaos, knocking aside several orcs as he dashed toward the lever. His hand was almost upon it when—
THWACK!
Kili cried out as an arrow pierced his leg, the force of the blow sending him to the ground. He gasped in pain, clutching his injured leg, as a shadow loomed over him.
Narzûg, a hunter orc, sneered down at the young dwarf, his bloodthirsty eyes glinting in the dim light. He raised his blade, ready to strike the killing blow.
But before he could, a dagger sailed through the air and embedded itself in his throat with a sickening thud. Narzûg staggered back, choking, before collapsing to the ground, dead.
(Y/n) stepped into view, her eyes sharp and fierce. She spared only a brief glance at Kili, assessing his condition, before turning her gaze back to the battlefield. Without hesitation, she drew another dagger and hurled it at an approaching orc, hitting her target with deadly precision.
But just as she prepared to strike again, a massive figure stepped into her path.
Bolg.
The towering orc captain snarled, his grotesque face twisting with rage as he barked his orders.
"Kill her! Kill the she-elf!"
(Y/n) met Bolg's gaze, her grip tightening on her daggers. The air around them seemed to thicken with tension as they sized each other up, but before either could strike, a horn blared from the distance.
Bolg's head snapped toward the sound, his eyes narrowing. Legolas had arrived.
The elven prince charged into the fray, leading a group of elven warriors, their swords drawn and gleaming in the dim light. With a flash of steel, they cut into the orc force, their precision and skill unmatched. Legolas moved like a storm, his blades whirling as he sliced through orcs with ease.
(Y/n) spun into action as well, cutting down orcs with wicked dual-bladed knives in each hand. She twisted and spun, her movements graceful and deadly, striking down foes with a fluidity that made her seem more like a dancer than a warrior. Orcs fell around her, unable to match her speed or skill.
As Legolas fought his way through the chaos, he cast a glance toward the river. Kili, despite his injury, had managed to pull the lever and release the portcullis. He leapt for his barrel just as the dwarves were swept away by the current, disappearing from view as they sailed toward the river's next turn.
"After them! Go!" Bolg roared from the riverbank, his eyes blazing with fury as he watched the dwarves escape.
But it was too late. The current had already carried the barrels far down the river, spinning and churning as they were swept away from the Woodland Realm. Bilbo clung tightly to his barrel as they sailed over a high waterfall, plummeting toward the river below.
Legolas watched them go, his expression unreadable as the barrels disappeared from view. His gaze lingered on (Y/n) as she ran after the barrels, her determined figure cutting through the chaos.
She didn't even say goodbye.....
Before he could dwell on it, an orc crept up behind him, its weapon raised, ready to strike. Legolas didn't see it coming, but suddenly, a figure dropped down from above, landing on the orc with a solid thud.
It was Tauriel.
With swift, lethal precision, she overpowered the orc, knocking it to the ground. She drew her knife, pressing it to the creature's throat, ready to end its life.
"Wait, Tauriel," Legolas said sharply, his voice cutting through the noise of battle.
"This one we keep alive."
Tauriel paused, her eyes widening in surprise as she glanced at Legolas. She hesitated for a moment, then slowly pulled back, her blade still poised but not striking the final blow.
Her gaze followed the retreating orc pack, watching as they pursued the dwarves, their cries echoing through the forest. Bolg's voice rang out once more, filled with rage.
"After them! Cut them off!"
Legolas and Tauriel exchanged a glance. The battle wasn't over yet, and the danger was far from gone.
But for now, they had a prisoner. One who might hold the key to what was coming next.
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Lonely Dragon {Legolas x Reader}
Fanfiction(Y/n) or The Lonely Dragon, a name that was known across Middle Earth. Feared....admired.....worshipped All she wanted was to be normal, but that wasn't the case. She was made to be a weapon of war, the spawn of Sauron himself. His plan B if the Rin...
