The cold night air swept through Lake-town, carrying with it the scent of ash and smoke from the distant flames flickering atop the Lonely Mountain. As the orcs fled through the winding streets, their dark forms darting like shadows, Legolas moved with precision and speed, his body a blur as he raced out of Bard's house, determined to stop them. Behind him, you followed swiftly, your heart pounding in sync with the rhythm of your feet on the cobblestone streets.
The edge of Lake-town loomed ahead, and in the distance, Bolg—massive and menacing—strode towards a waiting pack of Warg riders. His cold eyes gleamed in the pale moonlight as he barked orders to his followers.
"Send word to Dol Guldur—Oakenshield has reached the mountain!" Bolg snarled, his voice a guttural growl.
Suddenly, the air was filled with the sharp, metallic sound of orc screams as Legolas's blades cut through the night. The elf's lethal efficiency sent Bolg into a brief pause, his eyes narrowing as the realization struck him. He whipped around, glaring at the Warg riders. "Go!"
The Wargs raced away, their riders clutching their reins tightly as they fled from Lake-town, disappearing into the night. Bolg turned to the remaining orcs, his gaze hard and unforgiving.
"You. Come with me!" he commanded, before turning and vanishing into the shadows of an alleyway.
You and Legolas rounded a corner, and there he was—Bolg, the massive orc commander, waiting. Legolas didn't hesitate. The two clashed, the sound of metal against metal ringing out through the night. Their battle was fierce, and for a moment, it seemed that neither would yield. Bolg was powerful, his brute strength a stark contrast to Legolas's graceful precision. But then, with a sudden, brutal strike, Bolg disengaged, fleeing once more into the darkness, leaving behind two orcs to deal with the elf.
Without a second thought, you leapt into action. The first orc lunged at Legolas, but your blade found its mark, slicing cleanly through his torso before he could even react. The second orc snarled, raising his weapon, but you were faster, your strike swift and deadly, sending the creature crumpling to the ground.
Breathing heavily, you wiped the blood from your blade, your eyes meeting Legolas's. For a brief moment, silence hung between you—heavy and awkward, as if the ghosts of the past were standing between you.
Legolas's sharp gaze lingered on you, and you could sense his hesitation, the unspoken questions swirling in his mind. You tried to break the tension with a soft, almost rueful smile.
"I never said goodbye, did I?" you said quietly, trying to ease the awkwardness with a rhetorical question, though the weight of it hung in the air.
Legolas ignored the pleasantry, his voice filled with quiet concern. "What happened to you?"
The question cut deeper than you expected, and you shifted uncomfortably, your eyes falling away from his piercing gaze. The memories of the battle, the darkness that had gripped your heart, surged within you. You had fought with a savagery you hadn't felt in years, a brutality that had once been your only way of survival.
Sensing your discomfort, Legolas reached out, his hand gently engulfing yours. His touch was soft, steady, grounding you amidst the storm of emotions swirling within you.
"Tell me," he urged, his voice barely a whisper, but the care in it unmistakable.
You swallowed hard, the words heavy on your tongue. "It appears our enemy has returned," you began, your voice strained. "What happened... was that I was temporarily reverted back to how I used to be... during the war." You paused, your mind flashing back to those days, the bloodshed, the loss. "The last time I broke out of it... was when my mother died."
Legolas's expression softened with understanding, though his eyes were clouded with sadness. He had seen glimpses of that darkness in you, but this was different. This was deeper.
"And what broke you out of it this time?" he asked softly, his thumb brushing against your knuckles as he held your hand.
You hesitated, your heart tightening in your chest as you met his gaze. "...You."
Legolas's breath caught for a moment, his usually stoic expression faltering as the weight of your words sank in. But before either of you could speak further, the sound of hooves echoed nearby. Legolas's instincts kicked in, and with a swift motion, he leapt onto a nearby horse, ready to continue the pursuit of Bolg and his orcs.
"Will you come with me?" he asked, his voice a blend of urgency and hope.
You wanted to. Everything in you wanted to follow him, to be by his side in the battles to come. But you knew where your duty lay. You couldn't leave. Not yet.
"I can't, mellon," you said, your voice tinged with regret. "If the dragon comes here... this is where I'm needed. You do yours, and I will do mine. I'm sure we will meet again soon."
Legolas nodded, though the sadness in his eyes was hard to miss. Without another word, he urged his horse forward, racing off into the night after Bolg and the fleeing orcs.
As the sound of his horse's hooves faded into the distance, you stood there for a moment, watching him disappear into the darkness. Your heart ached, but you knew you had made the right choice. The danger wasn't over yet—Smaug was still out there, and your duty was to protect Lake-town.
But as the wind swept through the night, you couldn't help but wonder how long it would be before your paths crossed again.
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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...
