On the battlefield, chaos reigned as orcs surged through Dale, overwhelming the defenders. Bilbo, caught in the midst of the fighting, ducked and weaved between the battling armies, trying to keep himself out of sight. His heart pounded in his chest as he dodged an orc's blade, narrowly escaping its deadly swing.
He had no weapons to speak of, no real way to defend himself in this madness, but he had something else—something that might give him a chance. With trembling fingers, Bilbo reached into his pocket and felt the familiar weight of the One Ring. It was cold against his skin, a chilling reminder of the power he had tried not to use.
But now...he had no choice.
Hiding behind a broken stone pillar, Bilbo glanced around to make sure no one was watching. He took the Ring from his pocket, his hand shaking slightly as he tapped it three times against the stone—once...twice...three times. A signal, desperate and subtle, but one he hoped would be felt.
Far away, in the skies where the Dracagoth airships flew, (Y/n) stood at the helm of the lead ship, her gaze fixed ahead. The winds howled around her, the looming mountain drawing closer by the second. Suddenly, she felt something—an unmistakable tremor in her heart, like a pulse reaching through the very air.
She froze for a moment, her eyes narrowing as the sensation washed over her.
"Bilbo," she whispered, her voice tight with urgency. She knew the feeling all too well—it was the same subtle signal from the Ring that had connected them before. And now, it pulsed three times, like a heartbeat.
He was in trouble.
Without hesitation, she turned to her commanders. "Faster! Push the dragons harder!" she ordered, her voice cutting through the wind. "Bilbo is in danger!"
The Dracagoth soldiers, sensing the urgency in her voice, moved quickly, adjusting their course and urging the dragons forward. The airships surged ahead with renewed speed, cutting through the skies toward the mountain where battle raged.
As (Y/n) gripped the helm, her mind raced. She couldn't lose Bilbo, not now, not when everything hung in the balance. The Ring's signal echoed in her chest like a warning, and she would not ignore it.
'Hold on, Bilbo. We're coming.'
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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...
