As Fili lay breathing shallowly, Kili fought with reckless fury. His sword was a blur as he cut through orc after orc, making his way toward the tower where his brother had fallen. His mind was clouded by grief, anger, and fear. But as he moved, a familiar and comforting presence loomed closer.
Tauriel, fighting her own battle with Bolg nearby, saw Kili through the haze of combat. She fought fiercely to reach him, but Bolg intercepted her with brutal precision, slamming her against the rocks with a sickening thud.
Kili's world narrowed. He saw Tauriel fall, and the rage inside him surged beyond control. With a cry, he rushed toward her, cutting down the orcs in his path. But before he could reach her, Bolg kicked him from behind, knocking him to the ground. The massive orc raised his mace, ready to crush Kili with a final, devastating blow.
And then... everything stopped.
Out of the mist, (Y/n) appeared, her black cloak billowing like a storm. Hades, dark and imposing, stepped between Kili and Bolg, cutting the orc off from his prey. (Y/n) dismounted swiftly, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword, her blind eyes hidden behind the cloth that covered them.
Bolg, momentarily stunned by her sudden appearance, sneered. He had not expected to face such an opponent. But as he prepared to strike, something in him wavered. The air around her seemed to vibrate with power—an ancient force tied to both dragon and earth. Bolg's eyes darted between (Y/n) and Kili, calculating his chances.
He knew he couldn't defeat her, and more importantly, his master had ordered her to be left alive. Sauron wanted her—he needed her alive to control the Dracagoth.
With a snarl of frustration, Bolg stepped back, his eyes narrowing as he retreated into the shadows. He could not risk the wrath of his master.
"You are lucky, dwarf," Bolg spat, his voice dripping with venom as he disappeared into the dark.
(Y/n) stood still for a moment, her senses heightened, ensuring Bolg was truly gone. Only then did she turn, kneeling beside Kili, her hands gentle but firm as she checked for injuries. Her touch was swift, assessing, though her expression remained distant.
"Are you hurt?" she asked, her voice calm yet filled with purpose.
Kili, still dazed, looked up at her in awe. "No... I... I'm fine," he stammered, though his gaze kept shifting to Fili's still body in the distance.
"You're not," (Y/n) murmured softly, more to herself. She helped him to his feet, her strength belying her slender form. She could feel his pain—his grief was palpable, a wave of sorrow that threatened to engulf him. But there was no time for mourning. Not yet.
The battle around them raged on, but with Bolg's retreat, there was a temporary calm. (Y/n) glanced toward Fili, lying at the base of the tower, and felt the pull of his injuries. He was alive, but barely. She had saved him from Azog's killing blow, but the fight wasn't over yet.
Kili moved toward his brother, falling to his knees beside Fili. His hands shook as he cradled Fili's face, the blood and pain too much to bear.
"Fili... please... stay with me," Kili whispered, his voice breaking.
From behind, (Y/n) stood watch, her senses tracking the movement of every orc, every enemy still lurking in the shadows. Though she could not see the brothers, she could feel the bond between them, the way their pain intertwined with the fate of the mountain itself.
Thorin's shout echoed in the distance, his voice filled with rage and desperation as he charged up the icy slopes, still fighting his way toward Azog. The king would not stop—not until Azog was dead, and the bloodline of Durin was avenged.
But (Y/n) knew that her role and as long as she breathed, the line of Durin would not fall.
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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...
