Lonely Dragon {Legolas x Reader}

Smaug has come

A/N: So..... the beginning of the end (of the trilogy).

I will say...I have changed some things. After some research, they wouldn't have effected the Lord of the Rings events. You can love it or you can hate it - I can't be bothered to change it. Sorry not sorry - this was written when I was on painkillers and feeling sorry for myself!

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Laketown lay in the distance, with the towering Lonely Mountain standing watch, its peak kissed by the last light of the setting sun. A grim atmosphere weighed heavily over the town as bells rang out in warning. Chaos reigned as people scrambled to load their boats, filling them with whatever meager possessions they could carry. The canals teemed with boats, hastily paddled by frantic townsfolk. Tauriel stood amidst the madness, her elven eyes trained on the sky, listening intently. Her sharp hearing caught a distant roar that chilled her blood. The wind shifted as a colossal shadow swept across the rooftops.

Smaug had arrived.

(Y/n) stood on the roof of Bard's house, gazing into the distance with a solemn expression. Her dark hair danced in the wind, though her face remained calm—a stark contrast to the panic enveloping the town below. The distant roar of Smaug did not faze her. Fire had no effect on her, for she carried the flames within herself.

With measured steps, she descended into Bard's house, her presence commanding the attention of those inside. Tauriel, the dwarves, and Bard's family huddled together, their faces pale with fear.

"You have no time," (Y/n) said firmly, her voice cutting through the chaos. "You must leave!"

Bofur turned to Kili, who was still weak from his injuries. "Get him up!"

Fili nodded in agreement, hoisting his brother to his feet. "Come on, brother. We've got to go."

Kili, stubborn as always, waved them off. "I'm fine—I can walk."

"Then walk as fast as you can," Tauriel urged, her eyes filled with worry. Time was running out.

Tauriel glanced at (Y/n), her brow furrowed. "Are you coming?"

(Y/n) shook her head, her gaze fixed on the chaos outside. "No. I have to stay here."

Bain, Bard's eldest son, stepped forward defiantly. "We're not leaving—not without our father!"

Tauriel knelt in front of him, her voice gentle yet firm. "If you stay here, your sisters will die. Is that what your father would want?"

Bain's lips quivered, but he knew the truth in her words. Reluctantly, he nodded, and the group hurried outside to the waiting boat.

Meanwhile, Bard was trapped in the cold, damp prison beneath the town. The guards had fled, leaving him forgotten in his cell. He gripped the iron bars and shouted, desperation in his voice. "Open the door! Do you hear me?"

His cries were drowned out by the roar of Smaug as the dragon soared high above, casting an ominous shadow over the town. Bard's heart raced as he watched the beast circling, preparing for destruction. He turned back to his cell and frantically searched for a way out, his eyes landing on the dragon-tooth necklace around his neck.

Smaug was close now, his roar shaking the foundations of the town.

Tauriel, the dwarves, and Bard's family clambered into a boat behind the house. (Y/n) helped Tilda, Bard's youngest daughter, onto the vessel, her eyes scanning the skies for any sign of the dragon.

"Give me your hand," Fili urged, reaching out to help Kili onto the boat.

"Come on! We've got to go!" Bofur urged, pushing them forward as the panic grew.

Tauriel glanced back at (Y/n), her expression tense. "Quickly now! Hurry!"

They set off, pushing the boat through the icy waters. Smaug's shadow loomed overhead, and the townspeople screamed as the dragon swooped low, his massive form blotting out the moonlight.

Above them, Smaug circled high, then dove sharply toward the town. His chest glowed a molten orange as he gathered fire in his belly. With a deafening roar, he unleashed his fury. Flames poured from his maw, sweeping across Laketown in a line of destruction. Homes, boats, and people alike were consumed in the inferno. Screams echoed as the firestorm engulfed the town.

Bard smashed against the bars of his cell with a pail, but it was no use. His heart sank as he heard the screams of his people. He could only watch helplessly as Smaug continued his fiery assault. Outside, a man engulfed in flames fell from a burning building into the icy waters below.

(Y/n) moved through the burning town as if she were walking through a quiet garden. Flames licked at her skin, but they did not harm her. Fire was her element, her gift. Her footsteps took her to the top of the Master's house, where she stood silently, watching the dragon with cold resolve.

High above, Bard finally broke through the window of the guardroom. He grabbed his bow and quiver, testing the string with swift precision. The town beneath him burned, but he had one shot left—one chance to make a difference.

With swift movements, Bard pushed out several shingles from the roof, climbing out onto the precarious ledge. He glanced toward the bell tower, the tallest structure in Laketown, and made his way across the rooftops. Smaug's great form swept close, nearly knocking him from his perch, but Bard kept his focus.

As he ran toward the tower, Tauriel's boat crept through the canals below, hidden from view beneath an overhang. Bain sat tensely, watching his father's dangerous ascent.

Bard reached the top of the bell tower, his eyes scanning the sky for the dragon. Smaug was close. Bard pulled an arrow from his quiver, his heart pounding in his chest. He nocked the arrow, aimed, and let it fly.

The arrow struck Smaug's mighty scales—and bounced off harmlessly.

The bell above Bard's head rang deafeningly, making him dizzy. Gritting his teeth, he pulled out his dagger and cut the rope, silencing the bell. Another arrow flew, and once again, it clattered uselessly against Smaug's impenetrable hide.

Down below, Bain stood in the boat with his family and the dwarves, his eyes fixed on the tower. "Da!" he shouted, his voice breaking.

Tilda echoed him, tears streaming down her face. "DA!"

Bard fired another arrow, but it was no use.

"He hit it!" Kili exclaimed, his eyes wide with hope.

Tauriel shook her head, her voice heavy with dread. "His arrows cannot pierce its hide. I fear nothing will."

Bain looked down, despair creeping into his heart. But then, his eyes widened as he remembered. The Black Arrow. His father's words echoed in his mind. Below the Master's house, hidden in the boat, was the one weapon that could kill the dragon.

With newfound determination, Bain leapt from the boat, grabbing a hanging hook from a crane. He swung clear of the water, landing on the dock with a thud.

"Bain, come back!" Fili shouted after him.

"What are you doing?!" Bofur yelled, reaching for the boy.

But Bain was already gone, running toward the boat that held the Black Arrow.

"We cannot go back!" Tauriel said, her voice full of urgency.

Tilda cried out for her brother, her small voice lost in the roar of the flames. "Bain!"

As Smaug prepared for another attack, Bain raced toward his father's last hope, while the fire rained down upon Laketown.