Star-Crossed Bond ( Legolas X Reader )

XX. ( Ventus )

Eladan let out a pained groan as he hit the ground, his back aching from the impact. Y/N stood above him, her smirk playful and teasing. "Come on, my dear," she taunted, brandishing a training sword with graceful swings. 

"Where's that famed elf strength of yours?" her voice carried a hint of challenge, a reminder of the playful rivalry between them.

He glanced up at Y/N, a mix of annoyance and amusement in his eyes. "You fight dirty, Naneth," he grumbled, rubbing his sore back, as he pushed himself back to his feet, a playful glint in his eyes.

As he regained his footing, Eladan couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "Not fair, indeed," he grumbled, a mischievous smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "How am I supposed to compete against a goddess?"  wincing slightly as he massaged his back.

She chuckled, her voice tinged with amusement. "I didn't even use my power, dear," she teased.

Eladan rolled his eyes playfully at Y/N, a grin on his face. "Well, that's reassuring," he quipped.

"I suppose I should count myself lucky then." He raised his sword, ready for another round. "Let's see if I can at least land a hit on you this time."

Y/N grinned, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Oh, you can certainly try," she replied, twirling her training sword with a flourish. "But I have a feeling you'll end up on your back again."

Eladan's smile widened as he readied himself for another playful bout. "You talk big, Naneth," he retorted, his voice filled with playful cockiness. "But remember, even elves have their moments. Just wait and see."

Eladan landed on his back for the sixteenth time, his frustration and amusement mixing in his expression. wincing as he sat up. "Alright, alright," he conceded, his tone filled with playful resignation. "You got me, Naneth. Your skills are too formidable for this humble elf. I surrender."

Y/N let out a soft chuckle, her words light and teasing. "You'll get through me one day, dear," she said, her tone filled with affectionate playfulness. Extending a hand to help him up, she suddenly gasped, her playful demeanor replaced by shock as she dropped to her knees. 

Her eyes widened as she heard the wind whisper to her alongside a sharp grief clouding her heart. 

"YOU SHALL NOT PASS!" Gandalf's voice echoed with defiance as he held his ground, His staff clashed with the Balrog's flame-wreathed sword, sending a tremor through the bridge.

sending the Balrog tumbling into the abyss.

For a moment, it seemed like they had found safety, but a vicious whirling attack caught him off guard, pulling him into the darkness along with the Balrog.

As he plummeted into the darkness, he uttered one last call for help, "I'm calling upon the Lady of the Land for my final assistance." 

And with that, Gandalf closed his eyes, his body vanishing into the darkness, leaving a heart-wrenching cry from Frodo echoing in the air: "GANDALF!" 

Eladan's playful demeanor shifted immediately as he noticed Y/N's sudden collapse. Concern washed over his face, and he quickly dropped his sword, rushing to her side. "Naneth!" he called out, his voice filled with worry. 

"What's happening? Are you alright?"He knelt beside her, supporting her as she fell to her knees, his concern deepening by the moment.

"Breath, Naneth," he urged, holding her close. "It's alright. I'm here. Just breathe." He could feel the weight of the situation, the gravity of whatever had caused Y/N's sudden collapse.