Lonely Dragon {Legolas x Reader}

The Heartfelt Goodbye

As the Eagles soared overhead, their mighty wings beating through the air, Bilbo Baggins stirred from unconsciousness, his mind foggy with the chaos of battle. He blinked, the world coming back into focus as he saw the massive creatures descending upon the battlefield, routing the remaining orcs below.

"The eagles...the eagles are coming..." Bilbo muttered, his voice weak but filled with a glimmer of hope.

Not far away, Thorin Oakenshield stumbled toward the edge of the frozen waterfall, his body heavy with exhaustion and blood loss. He looked out over the battlefield, watching the tide turn, but the weight of his wound was too much. He collapsed onto the ice, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he stared up at the sky.

Bilbo, seeing Thorin fall, rushed to his side in a panic. "Thorin!" he cried, his heart pounding. "Don't move! Don't move! Lie still!"

Kneeling beside his friend, Bilbo's hands trembled as he examined Thorin's wound. His face went pale as the severity of the injury became clear. He recoiled in shock, unable to believe how close Thorin was to death.

Thorin's voice, soft and laboured, broke the silence. "Bilbo..."

"Shh," Bilbo said, his eyes filling with tears. "Don't talk. You're going to be fine."

Thorin, weak but determined, shook his head slightly. "I'm glad you're here... I wish to part from you in friendship."

"No." Bilbo's voice cracked, and he shook his head fiercely. "You are not going anywhere, Thorin. You're going to live."

Thorin's eyes clouded with regret, but his gaze remained fixed on Bilbo. "I would take back my words and my deeds at the gate. You did what only a true friend would do. Forgive me... I was too blind to see it."

Tears welled up in Bilbo's eyes, but he forced a smile through his sorrow. "No, no. I'm glad to have shared in all your perils, Thorin—each and every one of them. And it's far more than any Baggins deserves."

Thorin smiled weakly, his hand reaching out to grasp Bilbo's. There was warmth in his touch, despite the cold of the mountain around them.

"Farewell, Master Burglar," Thorin whispered, his voice growing weaker. "Go back to your books and your armchair. Plant your trees—watch them grow."

Thorin's breath became shallow, his chest heaving as he struggled to speak. "If more people valued home above gold... this world would be a merrier place."

Bilbo's tears fell freely now, his heart breaking as he watched Thorin struggle for breath. "No! No, no, no! Don't you dare leave me, Thorin!" Bilbo's voice wavered, filled with desperate emotion. "Oh, don't you dare!"

With a choked gasp, Thorin's body stilled, his eyes closing.

"Thorin..." Bilbo whispered, his voice barely above a breath. He shook Thorin gently, his heart clinging to hope. "Thorin, wake up. The eagles...the eagles are here. Thorin...the eagles..."

But Thorin did not stir.

Bilbo broke down, sobbing in sorrow over the fallen king, the weight of the moment too much to bear. The victory of the battle no longer mattered; the price had been far too high.

Suddenly, a hand rested on Bilbo's shoulder. (Y/n), standing tall despite the battle's toll, knelt beside them. Her voice, though calm, held a quiet strength.

"He's not dying, Bilbo," she said gently. "He's just... passing out. The wound is deep, but not fatal."

Bilbo blinked in disbelief, looking up at her. "What? Are you sure?"

(Y/n) nodded, her touch reassuring. "Yes. He'll survive, but he needs rest."

Bilbo exhaled, his whole body trembling with relief. He looked back at Thorin, who had fallen unconscious but was still breathing steadily.

"He's alive..." Bilbo whispered, his heart finally easing.

"You did well, Bilbo," (Y/n) said softly. "Now, let him rest."

Bilbo sat back on his heels, his chest still heaving with emotion. He nodded slowly, wiping the tears from his face, grateful beyond measure for (Y/n)'s words.

(Y/n) stood, her sword still dripping with Azog's blood as the final orc reinforcements faltered at the sight of their leader's death. The tide of battle had shifted, but the fighting wasn't over yet. In the distance, the Eagles soared into view, sweeping through the ranks of the oncoming orcs and scattering their forces. The massive bear, Beorn, roared as he smashed through the orc ranks, tearing them apart with unmatched ferocity.

But (Y/n)'s focus was elsewhere. Her instincts told her that the battle wasn't yet finished, and there were still dangers lurking in the shadows. Her connection to the battlefield pulsed, guiding her forward.

"I must go," she said quietly, turning to Bilbo. "Look after him."

Bilbo nodded, still shaken but resolute. "I will."

With a final glance at Thorin, (Y/n) turned and strode away, her cloak billowing in the wind as she moved back toward the heart of the battle. There was still work to be done, and she knew her path would lead her to where Legolas fought.

The mountain was far from safe, and neither she nor Legolas would rest until every last threat had been dealt with.