Lonely Dragon {Legolas x Reader}

The Fall of Smaug

At the top of the bell tower, Bard frantically searched his quiver, his heart pounding in his chest. One arrow remained. He hesitated, fear tightening his throat, then snatched the last arrow and nocked it to his bow. Smaug soared overhead, a dark force of destruction. With a deep breath, Bard aimed and released. The arrow flew through the air, but as it struck Smaug's hide, the dragon passed so close to the tower that the sheer force of his wings knocked Bard flat. Smaug let out a piercing howl, not of pain, but of anger—he felt the impact, though it did nothing to pierce his thick scales.

As Bard struggled to his feet, a voice behind him broke the tense silence.

"Dad!"

Bard whirled, his eyes widening in shock as he saw Bain standing at the top of the bell tower.

"Bain?! What are you doing?!" Bard's voice was frantic, edged with terror. "Why didn't you leave?! You were supposed to leave!"

Bain, though shaken, stood tall. "I came to help you."

"No!" Bard's voice cracked, the fear for his son evident. "Nothing can stop him now!"

But Bain's face was resolute as he held up something in his hand. "This might."

In the dim light, the Black Arrow gleamed—a relic of old, a weapon that held the hope of a dying town. Bard's breath hitched, and he reached out, his hand trembling as it stroked Bain's cheek. His eyes softened with both fear and love.

"Bain—you go back. You get out of here now!"

But Bain's attention shifted past Bard. His eyes widened in horror as he saw Smaug, his monstrous form twisting in the air, descending upon the tower, drawn by the arrows that had been fired from it.

"DAD!"

Smaug's massive body collided with the upper part of the bell tower, smashing it into ruins. The force threw Bard down onto the remaining rooftop.

"BAIN!" Bard screamed, terror gripping his heart as he saw his son hanging by one arm from the wreckage of the tower. In Bain's other hand, the Black Arrow dangled precariously.

Bard scrambled to his feet, the debris shifting beneath him, and lunged forward, grabbing Bain's arm just as he began to slip. He hauled his son back onto the remains of the tower, his heart pounding in his chest. Smaug, enraged, landed heavily in the town below, crushing buildings beneath his immense weight. The dragon's eyes blazed with fury as he prowled through the burning wreckage, his attention now fixed on the Master's boat as it tried to flee.

With Bain safe beside him, Bard turned toward Smaug, his jaw set with grim determination. He pulled the Black Arrow from Bain's trembling hands and rose to his full height, facing the dragon.

Smaug's glowing eyes locked onto Bard, and his deep, rumbling voice echoed through the ruins. "Who are you that would stand against me?"

Bard's heart froze as he glanced down at his bow, only to find it broken in half when Smaug had smashed into the tower. He cursed under his breath.

Smaug sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. "Now that is a pity. What will you do now, Bowman? You are forsaken. No help will come."

Bard's mind raced. There had to be a way, some way to stop this monster. But before he could think, Smaug began to move toward him, each step crushing more of the town beneath his claws. The dragon's gaze flicked toward Bain, and his lips curled into a cruel smile.

"Is that your child?" Smaug purred, licking his lips with wicked delight. "You cannot save him from the fire. He will BURN!"

But before Smaug could close the distance, another voice rang out, sharp and commanding.

"SMAUG!"

Smaug paused, his great head swiveling toward the source of the call. His eyes narrowed, and a flicker of something like fear crossed his ancient face. Standing on the far side of the town, amidst the flames, was (Y/n). Her presence radiated power, and for the first time, the great dragon hesitated.

Smaug muttered under his breath, his eyes wide with recognition. "The thief was telling the truth."

(Y/n) stood tall, her gaze locked with Smaug's. "You don't belong here, Smaug. These people have done nothing to you."

The dragon faltered, his massive body shifting uneasily. Despite his arrogance and fury, something deep within him recognized the authority (Y/n) commanded. The fire of the dragon was within her, and Smaug, for all his might, could not ignore it.

"Come back with me," (Y/n) urged softly. "You can have a forever home, with peace and gold."

For a moment, it seemed Smaug might listen. He stilled, his golden eyes flickering with uncertainty. But while Smaug was distracted, Bard worked quickly. He wedged the two broken halves of his bow into the walls of the ruined tower, pulling the bowstring taut between them. With swift, practiced movements, he fitted the Black Arrow to the bowstring, carefully positioning it.

Bain stood between the makeshift bow and his father, his back to the dragon. Bard laid the front end of the Black Arrow gently on Bain's shoulder.

"Stay still, son. Stay still," Bard whispered, his voice calm despite the chaos swirling around them.

Bain panted in fear, his eyes darting as he heard Smaug's footsteps growing closer. The heat of the dragon's breath was nearly upon him, but Bard's voice kept him steady.

Bard's eyes swept over Smaug's chest, his sharp gaze catching something—a missing scale. The one that had been broken by Girion, Lord of Dale, long ago. A small, grim smile crossed Bard's face.

"That's it."

He released the arrow.

The Black Arrow flew true, cutting through the air with a sharp whistle. It pierced the gap in Smaug's impenetrable scales, sinking deep into his chest, all the way to the feathers.

(Y/n), watching in horror, screamed. "NO!"

Smaug let out a deafening roar of pain and rage, his body twisting in agony as he leapt forward. Bard grabbed Bain, pulling him down as Smaug careened into the remains of the bell tower. Father and son tumbled into the icy waters below as the tower collapsed around them.

Smaug thrashed wildly through the town, his great body crushing everything in his path. He tried to rise into the sky, his wings beating furiously, but the wound was too deep. His strength faltered. With a final, desperate gasp, his eyes dimmed, and he fell back down upon Laketown, crashing into the Master's boat. The wooden vessel splintered beneath his massive weight, and the Master and his crew disappeared beneath the wreckage.

Smaug was dead.

(Y/n) stood frozen, her eyes wide with disbelief. She had failed. She was meant to protect the dragons, to preserve their lives. Watching Smaug's death felt like witnessing the destruction of a child, one of her own. The weight of it crashed down upon her, an unbearable grief.

Her face twisted in anguish as she fell to her knees. The roar that erupted from her throat was deafening, filled with fury and sorrow. It was not a human scream, but the roar of a dragon, a sound that echoed through the burning ruins of Laketown, shaking the very ground.

The flames around her flickered and danced in response to her rage, but they did not touch her. She was fire, and now, she was fury.