Lonely Dragon {Legolas x Reader}

The Poison of a Morgul Wound

The dim glow of the fire flickered across the small room, casting long shadows over Bard's humble home. The air was thick with tension as the sound of Kili's labored breathing filled the silence. His face was drenched in sweat, his skin pale and sickly. The fever had taken hold, and his body trembled under its weight. Fili, his eyes wide with desperation, turned to Oin, his voice breaking with urgency.

"Can you not do something?" Fili asked, his voice laced with helplessness.

Oin shook his head, his face grim. "I need herbs. Something to bring the fever down."

Bard, who had been standing quietly by the door, spoke up. "I have Nightshade, Feverfew..."

You stepped forward, your expression stern but calm. "They're of no use for a dwarf," you said, your voice steady despite the growing dread you felt in your chest. "Do you have any Kingsfoil?"

Bard blinked in surprise. "Kingsfoil? No, it's just a weed. We feed it to the pigs."

At the mention of pigs and weeds, Bofur's eyes lit up, his mind working quickly. "Pigs? Weed? Right..." Without waiting for an answer, he bolted for the door. "Don't move!" he called over his shoulder as he disappeared into the night.

As the door slammed shut behind Bofur, the room returned to its heavy, oppressive silence. You knelt beside Kili, assessing the wound on his leg. The blackened flesh around the arrow wound had spread, tendrils of poison snaking out further, consuming the healthy skin. The sight of it made your heart sink. This was no ordinary wound—it was tainted with dark magic.

You exhaled slowly, trying to steady your thoughts, but the truth gnawed at you.

Fili knelt beside you, his eyes filled with fear and anguish as he watched his brother writhe in pain. "What is doing this to him?" he asked, his voice trembling.

You didn't meet his eyes at first, unable to bear the hope that was clinging to his words. "He was struck by a Morgul arrow," you said softly, your tone weighted with sorrow. "A poisonous toxin is embedded in the arrowhead. It's spreading through his body."

Fili looked between you and Oin, his heart pounding as he tried to make sense of the dire situation. He was the one who always protected Kili, always stood by his side, but now, there was nothing he could do.

"Can't you heal him?" Fili's voice cracked with desperation as he looked at you, clinging to a shred of hope. His eyes, full of pleading, were locked onto yours. You, the warrior who had fought beside them, who had seemed unstoppable. Surely, you could save him.

But you couldn't. The weight of that truth crushed down on you as you slowly shook your head. "No..."

The word came out as a whisper, but it was enough to shatter what little hope remained in Fili's heart. He turned away, his eyes filling with tears as he stared at his brother, watching Kili's pained breathing grow weaker.

You clenched your fists, your nails digging into your palms as you felt the sting of failure gnawing at your resolve. The helplessness burned inside you—this was exactly what you had feared. The dark magic running through Kili's veins, the evil at work in the world, all of it reminded you of him. Of Sauron. And you, even with all your strength and experience, couldn't stop it.

This was Morgul poison. This was the darkness you had been running from, the darkness that had begun to stir again, reaching out from Dol Guldur.

You had failed.

The room grew quieter, the sound of Kili's shallow breaths filling the air like a haunting echo. The others watched in silence, knowing that time was running out. The fire in the hearth flickered low, casting faint, trembling shadows on the walls.

Fili, unable to tear his gaze away from his suffering brother, whispered again, his voice barely audible. "There must be something..."

You reached out, placing a gentle hand on Fili's shoulder. "Bofur is getting Kingsfoil," you said softly. "It might slow the poison, but..." Your words trailed off. You didn't have to say it. The look in your eyes told Fili everything he needed to know.

This wound might be beyond saving.

Fili nodded, though his heart rebelled against the truth. His eyes remained fixed on Kili, silently pleading for his brother to hang on, to fight. But the darkness was creeping in, and the poison was relentless.

You stood and stepped back, allowing Fili a moment alone with his brother. The weight of your failure clung to you, heavy and suffocating. Despite all you had done, all the battles you had fought, this was a fight you couldn't win.

For the first time in a long while, you felt powerless.

The room remained steeped in silence, save for the soft, distant sound of Bofur's footsteps rushing through the night, a faint glimmer of hope as he searched for the only remedy that might make a difference. But even then, the dark magic had already taken root, and the poison was spreading fast.

As you stood by the window, looking out into the blackness of the night, you closed your eyes for a moment and whispered to yourself, "I won't let it take him. Not like this."

But deep down, the shadows stirred, and you knew that the darkness had already started to consume Kili's fate.