Lonely Dragon {Legolas x Reader}

Legolas and Tauriel

Tauriel raced over the jagged river boulders, her swift elven grace propelling her toward the site of destruction. The metallic scent of blood hung heavy in the air, and her sharp eyes spotted the remains of a deer, brutally torn apart. The animal's body was a grim warning, shredded and eaten raw by the foul creatures that now roamed too freely across their lands.

Kneeling beside the carcass, Tauriel delicately pulled an orc arrow from the deer's flank. Her face darkened with anger. The tracks nearby were unmistakable: a pack of orcs had passed through here, leaving death and carnage in their wake. Their presence was an abomination, and Tauriel knew the threat was growing.

She silently followed the trail of orc tracks, her movements cautious as she scaled a rocky incline. Reaching the crest of a hill, she paused, her gaze settling on the vast expanse of the Long Lake below. Far in the distance, smoke rose from the chimneys of Lake-town, a quiet village unaware of the dangers creeping closer. And somewhere in that town, hidden among the shadows, was (Y/n), the Dragon Queen, a figure of intrigue and power. Tauriel had heard whispers of (Y/n)'s strength, her role in the quest of the dwarves, and how she now stood against the darkness spreading across the land. Tauriel knew (Y/n) would not sit idly by if danger approached—there was a kinship between them, though they had never met.

A sudden sound behind her broke the stillness. Tauriel froze, her hand instinctively reaching for her weapon as she spun around. Her sharp eyes widened as she found herself staring directly into the barrel of an arrow, nocked and drawn by none other than Legolas. His bow was steady, his aim unflinching.

"I thought you were an orc," Tauriel said, her breath coming out in a rush of relief.

Legolas, ever calm, slowly lowered his bow. "If I was an orc, you would be dead."

Tauriel managed a small smile, but her mind was elsewhere, already considering the urgency of her mission. She knew Legolas had followed her, though part of her had hoped he wouldn't. Yet here he was, loyal as ever, but conflicted. She could see it in his eyes. His thoughts weren't just on her; they lingered somewhere else—on someone else.

"You cannot hunt a pack of orcs on your own," Legolas said, stepping closer.

"But I am not on my own," Tauriel replied firmly, her voice steady.

Legolas' gaze flickered, and for a moment, Tauriel thought she caught a hint of hesitation. He wasn't only speaking about her actions. No, his mind was drawn to Lake-town and its unusual occupants—particularly (Y/n), the woman who had so unexpectedly appeared in their lives. Tauriel could sense it, though Legolas had never spoken of it directly.

"You knew I would come," he said, though his voice lacked its usual certainty.

There was no need for Tauriel to answer. Their connection ran deeper than words, and yet something had shifted. Legolas' heart, always so focused on duty and honor, seemed troubled by something else—something new. He was thinking of (Y/n). Tauriel had noticed how his attention wandered whenever she was mentioned, though he would never admit it aloud. The presence of the Dragon Queen had unsettled him in ways even Tauriel could not fully comprehend.

"The King is angry, Tauriel," Legolas continued, trying to steer the conversation back to his mission. His tone was strained. "For six hundred years, my father has protected you, favored you... and now, you have defied his orders. You have betrayed his trust."

Tauriel winced at the truth of his words. She owed much to Thranduil—her station, her skills, her place in the woodland realm. But she could not follow his path of isolation, not when the world outside their borders was crumbling.

"Come back with me," Legolas urged, his voice softening. "He will forgive you."

For a long moment, Tauriel said nothing, staring instead at the cold, churning waters of the Long Lake. She knew what was at stake. If she returned, she would lose the part of herself that demanded action, justice. But more than that, the thought of retreating now, when people like (Y/n) were risking everything, filled her with guilt. (Y/n) stood defiant in the face of darkness, and Tauriel could not bring herself to do any less.

"But I will not," Tauriel finally whispered. "If I go back, I will not forgive myself."

Legolas' eyes flickered in surprise, his stoic mask slipping for just a second. She could tell he hadn't expected her resolve. His own loyalty was torn—he wanted to stand by her, but his thoughts, his heart, were pulled in another direction. He thought of (Y/n), whether he realized it or not. There was something about the Dragon Queen that intrigued him, that made him question his father's rigid stance. Perhaps (Y/n)'s defiance had shown him there were other ways to stand against darkness, ways that did not rely on hiding behind elven walls.

"The King has never let orc filth roam our lands," Tauriel continued, her voice growing stronger, "yet now he would allow this pack to cross our borders and kill our prisoners."

Legolas shook his head, his loyalty to Thranduil a heavy burden. "It is not our fight."

Tauriel turned sharply, her eyes flashing with indignation. "It is our fight. It will not end here. With every victory, this evil will grow. If your father has his way, we will do nothing... we will hide within our walls, live our lives away from the light, and let the darkness descend."

Legolas stood still, his face conflicted. Tauriel could see the battle within him, the pull of his father's influence against the growing awareness that something was changing. The world was shifting, and even the elves could not remain untouched. She could sense his thoughts were on (Y/n) again, the queen who had walked through fire and faced demons. (Y/n) had not stayed hidden, had not retreated. And now, she was standing with the dwarves, putting herself in harm's way.

"Are we not part of this world?" Tauriel asked, her voice softening but still cutting through the tension. She stepped closer to him, searching his face. "Tell me, mellon... when did we let evil become stronger than us? Would your old friend—would she do nothing too?"

Legolas looked away, his mind spinning. Tauriel's words stung because they rang true. (Y/n) would never stand idly by while the shadow grew stronger. She had already shown her strength and defiance in ways that had left an impression on him. Even if he wouldn't admit it, (Y/n)'s presence had stirred something inside him, challenging his long-held beliefs.

But Legolas had no answer. His loyalty to his father and his kingdom warred with the rising sense of injustice he felt. He had followed Tauriel to stop her, but now he found himself questioning more than just her actions.

Tauriel, seeing his silence, let the matter rest—for now. But in her heart, she knew this was far from over. Both of them were caught in a shifting world, and neither Thranduil's walls nor his laws would keep the darkness at bay. Whether Legolas realized it or not, the fight was coming for them all—including (Y/n).