Bilbo sat by himself on a low stone wall, his gaze drifting off to the distant peaks of Erebor. The weight of the battle lingered on him, like a chill that had seeped into his bones. Though the fighting had ended, the memories remained, too fresh and too vivid. His thoughts wandered to the Shire—the green hills, the quiet evenings with a warm fire. It was all he longed for now, the peace and comfort of home.
Gandalf approached from behind, his cloak brushing against the stone. He sat down beside Bilbo without a word, the familiar presence of the wizard bringing a small sense of comfort. They both stared into the horizon, saying nothing, simply allowing the silence to fill the space between them.
After a while, Gandalf noisily began cleaning his pipe, the sound breaking the stillness. Bilbo turned to him, his expression one of mild irritation, as if he might say something. But instead, after a brief pause, he merely sighed and gave Gandalf a nod, a small understanding passing between them. There was no need for words now—they both knew what lay ahead.
In Dale, Percy blew a long, deep note on the great horn of the city, its sound echoing through the valley. Along the walls, townspeople gathered, their eyes fixed on the Lonely Mountain in the distance. Erebor, now reclaimed and freed from Smaug's tyranny, stood tall, its shadow a reminder of what had been lost and what was now being rebuilt. The horn's bellow signalled more than just victory—it was a call for a new beginning.
Within the great halls of Erebor, (Y/n) and Legolas stood alongside Gandalf. The air was filled with the quiet murmurs of those tending to the wounded, and the solemn weight of loss hung over them all. Thorin lay injured, as did his nephews, Fili and Kili. The battle had been won, but the cost was painfully high.
"I'll take Bilbo home," (Y/n) said gently, her voice firm yet understanding. "He's seen enough. He deserves to return to the Shire, where he can find some peace."
Gandalf nodded, his eyes soft with agreement. "Yes," he murmured. "The Shire is calling him, and rightly so."
Legolas, standing with his usual calm grace, looked at (Y/n). "I will go with you," he added. "I think it's time for me to walk a different path."
Gandalf glanced at the elf, offering a small smile. "Very well. I will stay behind for now—Thorin, Fili, and Kili need care, and I can offer some healing where it's needed."
(Y/n) and Legolas shared a glance of understanding. Gandalf would remain to help the dwarves recover, while they would see Bilbo safely back to his home. The journey, though long, would be far easier now that the great threat was behind them.
As the day drew to a close, Bilbo stood at the gates of Erebor, his pack slung over his shoulders. The time had come to leave the mountain behind. His heart was heavy with the events of the past months, but he felt an undeniable pull to return to the Shire, to the quiet life he had once known.
Balin approached him, his face lit with a kind smile. "There's to be a great feast tonight, Master Baggins," he said, his voice warm and welcoming. "Songs will be sung, tales will be told! It wouldn't be the same without you."
Bilbo smiled, though there was a wistfulness in his eyes. "I know that's how you celebrate, but... to me, this was never about that. This was... to me, this was..." He trailed off, unable to find the right words to explain the depth of his emotions.
Balin nodded knowingly, his eyes soft with understanding. "Aye, I know what you mean. Some things can't be put into words."
With a sigh, Bilbo adjusted his pack. "I think I'll slip away quietly. Will you tell the others I said goodbye?"
Balin chuckled. "You can tell them yourself."
Confused, Bilbo turned and found the rest of the company standing behind him, watching him with fond expressions. The bond they had forged through their journey was one that would not be easily broken. Each dwarf had a look of respect and affection, a silent promise of friendship that would endure.
Bilbo swallowed the lump in his throat and smiled warmly at them all. "If any of you are ever passing through Bag End, tea is at four. There's plenty of it, and you're all welcome anytime."
The dwarves chuckled, their hearts lifted by the hobbit's invitation. Some even wiped away a tear, touched by the thought of such a peaceful gathering after all they had been through.
As Bilbo turned to leave, he stopped and added with a grin, "Oh, and don't bother knocking."
Laughter erupted from the dwarves, their spirits lightened by the hobbit's humour. With one final wave, Bilbo turned away and began walking toward (Y/n), who stood waiting with Legolas at her side.
(Y/n) greeted Bilbo with a smile as he approached, her dragon form looming over him. The transformation was graceful, her scales glistening in the light, casting soft reflections across the ground. As a dragon, she was magnificent—her long, elegant wings folded close to her body, and her eyes, still human in their warmth, watched Bilbo with quiet understanding.
"Well, this is a bit grand for a hobbit," Bilbo said with a small laugh, staring up at her impressive form. "I've always preferred my feet on the ground."
(Y/n) chuckled softly, her dragon voice a deep but soothing rumble. "Don't worry, Bilbo. I'll make sure the ride is smooth."
Legolas stood beside her, offering a hand to help Bilbo up. Once settled securely on her back, (Y/n) stretched her wings wide, the soft glow of the evening light catching on her scales as she prepared to take flight.
With a powerful beat of her wings, she lifted them into the air, the ground falling away beneath them. Bilbo held on tightly, though (Y/n)'s flight was as smooth and controlled as she had promised. Below them, the landscape of Middle-earth stretched out—green valleys, rolling hills, and shimmering rivers, all illuminated by the setting sun.
As they soared higher, Bilbo began to relax, his gaze sweeping across the vast, beautiful world beneath them. After everything they had been through, there was still so much beauty to be found in the world, so much peace.
Beside him, Legolas rode silently, his sharp eyes scanning the horizon. (Y/n) flew with ease, her powerful wings cutting through the sky, carrying them steadily toward the Shire.
Though the journey had been long and filled with trials, there was a quiet sense of relief in their departure. Bilbo, his heart now lighter, allowed himself to enjoy the serenity of the flight. Soon, he would be home, back in the Shire where things were simple, and perhaps in time, he would find peace once again.
As they flew onward, the familiar green hills of the Shire grew closer with every passing mile.
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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...
