Lonely Dragon {Legolas x Reader}

Shadows stirring in the dark

The sky above Dol Guldur hung heavy with dark clouds, the ominous ruins perched like a silent predator in the murky depths of Mirkwood. Radagast's sleigh wound its way toward the fortress, the air thick with a palpable tension. Amidst a thicket of blackened thorns, Gandalf and Radagast crouched low, surveying the bleak landscape ahead.

Gandalf's eyes narrowed as he gazed upon the crumbling towers and decayed stone walls. "Dol Guldur," he said quietly, his voice grim. "The Hill of Sorcery."

Radagast's eyes darted nervously from side to side. "It looks completely abandoned."

"As it is meant to," Gandalf replied, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "A spell of concealment lies over this place."

Radagast's brow furrowed in confusion. "Concealment?"

Gandalf's smile faded, replaced by a cold certainty. "Which means our Enemy is not yet ready to reveal himself. He has not regained his full strength." He turned to Radagast, his expression suddenly urgent. "Radagast, I need you to carry a message to Lady Galadriel. Tell her we must force his hand."

Radagast nodded quickly but hesitated when Gandalf's eyes grew darker, his voice dropping as he muttered under his breath, "And get a message to (Y/n) as well... We are going to need her."

Radagast frowned. "What do you mean—?"

"I'm going in alone," Gandalf interrupted, his tone brooking no argument. "On no account are you to follow me."

"But—"

"Do I have your word, Radagast?" Gandalf's sharp gaze cut through Radagast's protest.

The brown wizard's shoulders slumped. "Yes, yes, yes..." he muttered, turning to walk away, though worry and fear clouded his face. After a few steps, he hesitated and turned back. "Wait, Gandalf... What if it's a trap?"

Gandalf's eyes flickered with a grim smile. "Turn around and do not come back. It's undoubtedly a trap."

With that, Gandalf made his way down from their hidden vantage point, moving steadily toward the crumbling causeway that led to Dol Guldur's front gate. Glamdring, his sword, gleamed faintly as he unsheathed it, the blade glowing in the growing gloom. And then, like a shadow swallowed by darkness, he disappeared from view.

The silence was suffocating. Gandalf kept close to the wall as he made his way through the desolate courtyard of Dol Guldur, every instinct alert. His eyes scanned the surroundings, but there was nothing. No movement. No sound. Just an oppressive stillness.

Raising his staff, Gandalf began muttering an Elvish incantation, his voice cutting through the thick silence. "Whatever evil is hidden here—I command it come forth; I command it reveal itself."

With a powerful thrust of his staff into the ground, Gandalf released a shockwave of white light that rippled outward, cutting through the fortress. The light surged across the decaying stone and dark corners, but nothing happened. No response. No movement.

Gandalf pressed forward, the spell casting faint echoes of his voice through the ancient ruins.

In the shadowed depths of the fortress, beyond Gandalf's reach, a different scene was unfolding. Azog, the Pale Orc, stood surrounded by his Warg riders, his grotesque figure towering over them. His cold eyes gazed upward, sensing the disturbance above.

"The Wizard...." Azog growled, his voice echoing through the cold air.

One of his orc underlings crept forward, trembling as he spoke. "He is lifting the spell... He will find us."

Azog's lips twisted into a grim smile, his jagged teeth gleaming in the dim light. "Yes," he replied darkly, anticipation gleaming in his eyes. "Let him come."

{Meanwhile}

Far from the gloom of Dol Guldur, night had fallen over Lake-town. The air was crisp, the waters of the lake lapping quietly against the wooden docks. But within the modest walls of Bard's home, the atmosphere was far from peaceful.

(Y/n) sat near the hearth, rubbing her temples as a sharp pain began to pulse through her head. The room was dim, the only light coming from the fire crackling softly in the corner. Kili was still asleep, his fevered breathing quiet for the moment, while Fili kept vigil by his side.

But (Y/n)'s thoughts were elsewhere, her mind assaulted by an ominous presence. It was faint at first—whispers, barely audible—but they grew louder, more insistent. A dark magic clawed at the edges of her mind, and though she knew exactly what it was, she refused to believe it. Not yet.

The whispers twisted in her thoughts like the echo of an ancient song, dark and foul. They were familiar, too familiar. Memories long buried clawed their way to the surface.

Sauron's presence.

(Y/n) winced as the pain in her head intensified. The dark magic was stirring again, stronger than it had been in years. She could feel the energy seeping into the world, stretching out like the shadow of a long-forgotten terror.

She rose from her chair, moving toward the small window that overlooked the distant horizon. The stars were hidden behind clouds, the night sky pressing down with an oppressive weight.

"No..." she whispered under her breath, her heart tightening in her chest. She knew what it meant. Sauron was beginning to reveal himself. The whispers she heard were the echoes of his growing power.

But why now?

Bard, noticing her tension, approached quietly from the other side of the room. He had been watching her, his eyes full of unspoken questions. "Are you all right?" he asked, his voice low.

(Y/n) turned away from the window, forcing a tight smile onto her face. "I'm fine," she lied, though Bard's knowing look told her he didn't believe her.