Fili moved cautiously through the crumbling ruins of Ravenhill. The tension was palpable as he listened for any sign of orc movement. A sound echoed in front of him, and his blood ran cold. Lights appeared from behind him as well—he was surrounded.
Back on the frozen river, Thorin turned to Dwalin, urgency creeping into his voice. "Find Fili and Kili! Call them back!"
Dwalin hesitated, searching Thorin's eyes. "Thorin, are you sure about this?"
"Do it," Thorin commanded. "We live to fight another day."
The winds of Ravenhill howled with a chilling intensity, carrying the sounds of battle through the mountains. Below, the war raged on, but atop the ancient watchtower, the true struggle for the heart of the Durin bloodline had begun. Thorin Oakenshield and his company had been drawn into a trap, and now it was playing out with deadly precision.
Thorin's eyes locked on the brutal form of Azog, who stood above them on the crumbling tower, his bladed arm wrapped around the throat of Fili, bloodied and beaten. Time seemed to slow as the tension mounted, each breath held in anticipation of the orc's next move.
"This one dies first," Azog sneered, his voice a cruel echo that cut through the icy air. "Then the brother. Then you, Oakenshield. You will die last."
Fili's voice, hoarse and filled with despair, called out as he struggled in Azog's grip. "NO! RUN!"
Thorin's heart shattered at the sight, his legs frozen as he watched helplessly. Dwalin and Bilbo stood behind him, their faces pale with horror.
Without warning, Azog's arm plunged forward, his blade driving into Fili's chest. A sickening crack echoed through the valley.....time slows.
But before the blade dug further into Fili's body, an arrow whistled through the air, striking Azog in the arm. The orc roared in fury, his grip loosening just in time to cause Fili to drop to the ground, alive but wounded. The impact knocked the breath from him, and he lay gasping, his life hanging by a thread.
Thorin's eyes widened in disbelief as he saw the impossible. The arrow—so precisely aimed—had come from nowhere. He looked around, searching for the source, but there was nothing in sight.
Above, hidden among the jagged peaks and cloaked in shadow, (Y/n) sat astride her black unicorn, Hades. Her bow still trembled in her hand as she felt the vibrations of her shot ripple through her veins. Though her eyes could not see, her heart and her senses had guided her to the exact moment. She was not here by chance—she was here by purpose. Guided by the pulse of the battle, she had known her place in this fight.
She had come to fulfil the duty etched into her very soul. The fall of the Durin line would echo far beyond the death of one family—it would leave all of Middle-earth vulnerable.
She urged Hades forward, her steed's hooves clattering on the rocky terrain as they descended the mountain's crags, her heart beating faster with every step. She didn't need to see to know that Kili was fighting for his life—her connection to the battlefield was like a second heartbeat, guiding her every move.
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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...
