The howling winds of Ravenhill tore through the mountaintop, the icy air swirling around Thorin Oakenshield and Azog the Defiler as they clashed on the treacherous frozen river. The ground beneath them groaned in protest, cracks splintering through the ice with each blow they exchanged. Thorin's breaths came in sharp, pained gasps as he dodged the brutal swings of Azog's weapon—a massive chain with a deadly rock attached. The sheer force of each strike shattered chunks of ice, casting jagged fragments into the frigid air.
Across the crumbling battleground, Legolas battled Bolg on the watchtower's edge, his gaze flickering to (Y/n) with a look of fierce determination as she charged through waves of orcs. She fought her way across the battlefield, her strikes swift and lethal as she cut down those who dared to stand in her path. The orcs faltered at her approach, a dark fury blazing in her eyes that matched the fury of the mountain itself.
As she reached the frozen river where Thorin battled Azog, (Y/n) abandoned her mount and plunged into the heart of the fight. With a ruthless grace, she dispatched the orcs crowding around Azog, her blade cleaving through them as she cleared a path to where Thorin fought for his life.
On the ice, Thorin's exhaustion was evident, the years of fighting and the weight of his bloodline bearing down on him as he squared off against his greatest foe. Azog's cruel gaze met his with a twisted grin, the pale orc savoring every moment of the dwarf king's pain. With a powerful swing, Azog brought down his bladed arm, and this time, Thorin could not evade. The blade bit deep, piercing his side, and he staggered back with a strangled gasp, his tunic staining with blood.
Azog loomed over him, victory gleaming in his eyes as he prepared for the final blow. Just as his weapon arced downward, (Y/n) burst forward, her sword slicing through the icy air with blinding speed. Her blade found its mark, plunging through Azog's back, cutting deep into his chest. The Defiler froze, a look of shock flickering across his monstrous features.
(Y/n)'s voice was cold and unwavering. "Azog the Defiler," she said, her tone dripping with a lethal calm, "your reign ends here."
Azog snarled, his strength wavering as he tried to twist toward her. But (Y/n) gave him no chance. She pulled her blade from his chest and, with a swift, practiced motion, brought it down across his neck. Azog's head severed cleanly from his shoulders, rolling across the ice as his body crumpled, his grip on life finally broken.
The battlefield seemed to hold its breath as (Y/n) stepped back, chest heaving from the exertion. The wind around them quieted, as though even the mountain acknowledged that a great evil had fallen.
Thorin, barely able to stand, sank to his knees, his eyes flicking from Azog's lifeless form to (Y/n). His face was etched with a mixture of relief and disbelief, though his strength was fading fast. The wound in his side was deep, his breaths growing shallower with each passing moment.
"Thorin," (Y/n) said, kneeling beside him, her expression softened with concern. "Hold on. The battle is over."
But Thorin's eyes were distant, his strength slipping away as he looked up at her, a faint, grateful smile crossing his lips.
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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...
