The ancient stones of Dol Guldur loomed above like silent sentinels, their dark, crumbling facades bearing the weight of ages long past. Gandalf moved cautiously through the abandoned courtyard, the air thick with a foreboding presence that pressed in from all sides. His voice echoed through the emptiness as he incanted a spell, his staff glowing faintly as it swept over the surrounding darkness.
"Reveal yourself," Gandalf murmured under his breath, his voice commanding but wary. He could feel the dark magic festering in the air, its presence growing stronger with each step.
With a resounding slam, Gandalf brought his staff down, sending a pulse of white light radiating outward, cutting through the gloom like a blade. For a moment, the courtyard was illuminated in a blinding flash, but then—
CRASH!
A towering figure burst from the shadows, his pale skin gleaming in the light—Azog, the Defiler. His monstrous form collided with Gandalf, throwing the wizard violently to the ground.
"You have come too late, Wizard!" Azog snarled, his voice dripping with malice.
Gandalf struggled to his feet, his staff still glowing with the fading remnants of his spell. "Where is your master? Where is he?"
Azog's eyes gleamed with a savage glee as he raised his blade. "He is everywhere," Azog growled. "We are legion."
Gandalf's gaze swept over the courtyard, his heart sinking as he saw them—legions of orc soldiers gathering in the shadows, waiting for the signal to attack. The dark fortress of Dol Guldur pulsed with evil energy, alive with the presence of something far more malevolent than Azog or his army.
"It is over," Azog hissed.
The weight of those words hung in the air like a curse, but Gandalf's resolve did not waver. He raised his staff and fired a burst of white light toward Azog, forcing the orc to shield his eyes. In that moment, the wizard turned and sprinted for the exit, his swift movements aided by his magic.
"Run him down!" Azog roared, recovering from the blast, his voice filled with fury.
The orcs surged forward, their heavy footfalls shaking the ground as they chased after Gandalf, but the wizard was already moving. Reaching the edge of the stone bridge, Gandalf turned, and with a swift motion, he struck the ancient stone with his staff. The bridge gave way, crumbling beneath the weight of the orcs, sending them plummeting into the abyss below.
But Gandalf's victory was short-lived. The sky above began to boil, black clouds swirling and gathering like a storm of shadow. A terrible vibration rippled through the very bones of Dol Guldur, shaking the ground beneath the wizard's feet.
And then, a voice—deep, cold, and filled with malice—rang out through the darkness.
"There is no light, Wizard... that can defeat darkness."
The courtyard darkened further as the very air seemed to thicken with shadow. Gandalf's eyes widened as he raised his staff, summoning a shield of light around him, the only barrier between him and the encroaching evil. Light and darkness collided, battling in the space between them, the courtyard crackling with their immense power.
But the darkness was relentless, more powerful than Gandalf had feared. His staff, glowing brightly at first, began to crackle and splinter, the light dimming as the dark force pushed against it. Slowly, before Gandalf's horrified eyes, his staff began to disintegrate, crumbling to dust in his hand.
Before him, in the swirling chaos of shadow, a massive, flaming eye began to take shape, its fiery gaze piercing through the darkness. The eye grew larger, consuming everything in its path, and as Gandalf stared into the dark pupil at its center, the flames began to coalesce into the shape of a figure—tall, dark, and foreboding.
Gandalf gasped, his voice barely a whisper. "Sauron..."
The word echoed in the silent courtyard just as the dark energy lifted Gandalf from the ground and slammed him against the stone wall. Pain shot through the wizard's body as he collapsed to the floor, his vision blurred by the overwhelming presence of the Dark Lord. The flames of the Eye of Sauron danced before him, its power pressing down like a crushing weight, suffocating him.
The darkness enveloped him, and all went black.
- At Bard's House -
Far from Dol Guldur, the quiet of Lake-town's night was shattered by a sudden, piercing scream. (Y/n) collapsed to the floor of Bard's home, her hands clutching her head as though trying to hold back the overwhelming pain. Her body convulsed, wracked with a force she had no control over.
Tilda, Bard's youngest daughter, grabbed hold of her older sister, Sigrid, fear clouding her tear-filled eyes as they watched in terror.
"What's happening to her?" Tilda cried, her voice trembling with panic.
Bard and Oin rushed to (Y/n)'s side. The warrior's eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, they flickered with a terrifying sight—glowing, burning like the very Eye of Sauron itself. Her entire body trembled, vibrating with the force of dark magic as if her mind had been overtaken by the dark presence of The Dark Lord
"(Y/n)!" Bard shouted, reaching for her.
(Y/n) gasped, her hands clawing at the floor as she struggled against the magic ripping through her mind. The searing pain pulsed through her veins, and for a brief moment, she locked eyes with Bard—her pupils glowing with the fiery malice of Sauron. But just as quickly as it had come, the magic overtook her, and she collapsed into unconsciousness, her body going limp in Bard's arms.
Bard caught her just before she hit the ground, his breath catching in his throat as he held her motionless form. Her skin was cold, and her breathing shallow. Sigrid rushed to her father's side, her eyes wide with fear.
"Is she... is she going to be alright?" Sigrid whispered, her voice shaking.
Oin knelt beside Bard, his hand resting on (Y/n)'s forehead. His brow furrowed in concern, but he kept his voice steady. "She's alive, but this... this is dark magic. Powerful magic."
Bard glanced down at (Y/n), her face pale, her body still. He looked back up at Oin, fear and uncertainty warring in his eyes. "What can we do?"
Oin shook his head, his expression grim. "We wait. There's nothing else we can do for her right now."
As the fire crackled quietly in the hearth, Bard sat back on his heels, still cradling (Y/n) in his arms. He glanced toward the window, his heart heavy with worry. Outside, the wind howled through the darkened streets of Lake-town, and in the distance, somewhere far beyond, the darkness was growing stronger.
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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...
