The battlefield stood frozen for a moment, as if time itself had held its breath. The chaos of war, the clashing of swords, and the cries of the wounded ceased, and an eerie silence swept across the plains. It was as though all of Middle-earth had paused, waiting for something to happen. The clang of orc armour and the heavy breathing of trolls were the only sounds that filled the air as everyone—orc, elf, dwarf, and man—looked toward the top of the hill.
A horn, unlike any heard before in the battle, rang out, its deep, resounding note cutting through the tension. It was not the shrill, brutish call of an orc. This was something else, something powerful, ancient, and full of purpose.
Gandalf, who had been watching the battle unfold from his vantage point in Dale, felt a surge of hope rise in his chest. Slowly, a smile spread across his face as he turned toward the sound.
"That," Gandalf said, his voice full of quiet awe, "is not an orc horn!"
All eyes turned to the ridge. What they saw there made even the most hardened warriors stare in disbelief. Row upon row of soldiers appeared on the horizon, their armour glinting in the sunlight—dragon-scale armour, black and gleaming, tough as any metal forged by dwarven hands. The banners they flew were unfamiliar to most, emblazoned with symbols that few mortals had ever laid eyes upon, yet they struck fear into the hearts of their enemies and hope into their allies.
At the head of this fearsome army rode (Y/n) on Hades. She was a vision of strength and fury, her sword drawn and ready for battle, its gleaming edge promising death to the enemies of Middle-earth. Her eyes were set with cold determination as she rode along the front lines, the Dragagoth army standing tall and resolute behind her.
She raised her sword high, her voice booming across the battlefield.
"YOU KNOW NO FEAR!" (Y/n) shouted, her voice commanding and fierce. "YOU KNOW NO MERCY! THE LAND WILL STAIN WITH THE BLOOD OF ORCS!"
The Dragagoth soldiers roared in response, their battle cry echoing across the hills like the roar of dragons. The ground seemed to tremble beneath their feet as their anticipation for war reached a fever pitch. The orcs, who had once charged forward with reckless abandon, now hesitated, their ranks faltering as they gazed upon this terrifying new foe.
(Y/n) spurred Hades forward, riding down the line of her soldiers, her presence igniting their spirits. She looked upon her warriors with pride, knowing they would fight until their last breath.
"PROTECT THE MOUNTAIN!" she commanded. "SECURE THE LINE OF DURIN!"
Her words carried the weight of ancient oaths, and her soldiers, bound by their loyalty to her and to the mountain, roared again, the sound shaking the very air. This was not just a battle—it was a reckoning.
She reached the middle of her army's line, her black unicorn rearing up on its hind legs, its hooves pawing at the sky as if challenging the very heavens.
"TO WAR!" (Y/n) bellowed, her sword slicing through the air as she led the charge.
With a thunderous roar, the Dragagoth army surged forward, charging down the hill like an unstoppable force. Their dragon-scale armour gleamed as they moved, their speed and ferocity unmatched. The earth trembled beneath their feet, and their war cries echoed in the hearts of their enemies.
Bard, who had been rallying his own forces in Dale, turned toward the hill and stared in amazement. He had heard of the Dracagoth, but to see them here, in the midst of this desperate battle, filled him with newfound hope.
"The Dracagoth..." Bard murmured, his voice filled with awe. "They are...."
Gandalf stood beside him, his eyes gleaming with pride. "They are our fighting chance!," he said, his voice filled with reverence.
The Dragagoth soldiers crashed into the orc ranks like a tidal wave, battering through the enemy lines with brutal efficiency. Their dragon-forged weapons cut through orc armour as though it were paper, and their shields deflected even the most powerful blows. The orcs, who had been so confident in their numbers, now found themselves outmatched and overrun. The sheer ferocity of the Dracagoth charge was enough to send even the most fearsome trolls stumbling backward in confusion.
(Y/n), at the forefront of the charge, was a blur of motion. Her sword cut through the orcs with precise, deadly strokes, and Hades trampled any who dared to stand in her path. She moved like a storm, swift and unstoppable, and wherever she went, the orc ranks fell into disarray.
As the battle raged on, the Dragagoth army pushed the orcs back, their momentum unstoppable. The defenders of Dale—men, elves, and dwarves alike—looked on in awe as the tide of the battle began to shift. Hope, which had seemed so distant moments before, now surged through the hearts of all who fought against the darkness.
(Y/n) felt the shift in the battle as clearly as if it had been whispered in her ear. Through the telepathic link, Gandalf's voice came to her urgently: "(Y/n), Ravenhill! Protect the line of Durin!"
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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...
