The cold night air clung to the narrow streets of Lake-town as (Y/n) and the dwarves moved silently through the shadows, their steps cautious as they neared the armory. The town slept uneasily, unaware of the bold plan unfolding just beneath its watchful eyes. Thorin led the group, his focus on the mission ahead—retrieving weapons necessary for the journey to Erebor. Behind him, (Y/n) kept a careful watch, her senses sharp, her eyes scanning the rooftops and alleys for any sign of guards.
"As soon as we pull the weapons, we make straight for the mountain," Thorin whispered, his determination unwavering. He signaled for the all-clear, turning to Nori. "Go... go... go!"
The dwarves quickly sprang into action. Dwalin crouched down, allowing Fili to climb onto his broad shoulders. Nori scrambled over Fili, and in a series of coordinated movements, they formed a makeshift ladder, reaching for the high window of the armory. (Y/n) watched from the shadows, her lips curving into a soft smile of amusement. The sight of the dwarves, so proud yet so resourceful, brought a glimmer of light to the otherwise tense night.
From her position, (Y/n) kept an eye on the street, her hand resting lightly on the hilts of her twin swords. She had promised to protect them, and though the dwarves were capable fighters, they had a habit of finding themselves in difficult situations. She chuckled to herself. What would Legolas say if he saw this? The elf prince, so rigid in his view of the world, could never understand the dwarves' reckless courage, nor their strange ability to inspire loyalty in unexpected places.
Balin, hidden in the shadows nearby, shifted nervously as the dwarves finally clambered through the window. Dori, Ori, Bofur, Bifur, Bombur, Oin, and Gloin clustered together, waiting anxiously. The plan was simple—get the weapons and leave before anyone noticed. But nothing ever went as planned when it came to Thorin's company.
Inside the armory, Thorin, Kili, and Bilbo moved quickly, selecting swords, axes, and maces from the racks. Thorin loaded the weapons into Kili's arms, the young dwarf staggering under the weight as his leg weakened, the toll of his earlier injury becoming more apparent.
"Just take what we need and go," Thorin urged, his voice a low growl of urgency.
"I can manage," Kili insisted, though the strain in his voice was unmistakable. "Let's just get out of here."
As Kili began to descend the stairs, his leg suddenly gave way. The pile of weapons he carried clattered down with him, the noise echoing through the armory like a thunderclap. (Y/n)'s heart jumped at the sound, her body instinctively tensing. Thorin, Dwalin, Nori, and Fili froze in horror as the sound reverberated through the stillness of the night.
Suddenly, the armory doors burst open, and armed guards flooded the room. In an instant, the dwarves drew their weapons, bracing themselves for a fight. Spears and sword tips were leveled at their throats in a tense standoff, neither side willing to yield. (Y/n), watching from the window, knew there was no time for hesitation. With a swift, fluid motion, she leaped through the window, landing gracefully beside the dwarves, her twin swords gleaming in the moonlight.
Her presence commanded attention, and the guards faltered for a moment, taken aback by the sudden appearance of the Dragon Queen. Thorin glanced at her, relief flickering in his eyes, but his focus quickly shifted.
At the foot of the stairs, Braga, the head of the town's guards, stood with his foot on Kili's chest, his sword raised threateningly above the young dwarf's neck. Thorin's face hardened, his eyes blazing with fury, but before any of them could act, they were surrounded. The guards shoved them roughly toward the foot of the steps leading to the Master's Hall.
The streets of Lake-town had come alive. From all directions, excited townsfolk hurried into the square, torches in hand, their faces lit with curiosity and anticipation. The guards dragged (Y/n), Thorin, Bilbo, and the other dwarves toward the steps of the Master's Hall. The crowd murmured restlessly, their eyes darting between the prisoners and the imposing figure of Braga.
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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...
