Lonely Dragon {Legolas x Reader}

Shadows of Time

A/N: Let's go! Kicking off with the first chapter of The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring
I absolutely cannot wait to dive in! I hope you all enjoy this next phase ❤️

"English"
"Dwavish"
"Elvish"
"Black speech"
"Dragon speech"

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Sixty years had passed since the great battle for Erebor, and the lands of Middle-earth had found peace. From the towering halls of Dracagoth, the ancient kingdom of dragons and forgotten powers, (Y/n) ruled with strength and wisdom. At her side was Legolas, her beloved and eternal companion, his elven grace a perfect balance to her commanding presence. Together, they had created a realm of prosperity, a sanctuary for the Dracagoth people—a kingdom once scattered, now united under their rule.

The morning light filtered into their grand palace, casting soft rays over the black stone floors. (Y/n) fastened the last pieces of her dragon-scale armor, her hands moving with the ease of someone who had done this many times before. As she tightened the final strap, she felt the gentle touch of Legolas beside her. His fingers grazed hers as he stood near, his familiar presence comforting.

"Do you always insist on wearing that armor?" he asked with a teasing smile, though the concern in his voice was unmistakable.
A soft smile tugged at the corners of (Y/n)'s lips as she glanced at him. "A queen must be prepared for anything, especially in a kingdom like ours."

Legolas leaned in closer, resting his forehead gently against hers. "I worry about you sometimes, meleth nín," he murmured, his voice filled with the tenderness that always softened her heart. "Even on peaceful days, you carry the weight of a hundred battles."
For a brief moment, she allowed herself to lean into him, savoring the warmth of his presence. He had been her constant for decades, her grounding force amid the turmoil of rulership. She chuckled softly. "And what would you have me wear instead, my prince? A gown made of leaves, like your people?"

His laughter was light, echoing through the room. "Perhaps," he mused, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Though it might not suit you as well as that dragon armor does."
They shared a quiet laugh, the kind that came so easily between them after all these years. Legolas pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead before taking her hand, guiding her from their chambers to begin the day's duties.

As the morning progressed, they walked through the open courtyards of Dracagoth, side by side, their hands brushing occasionally as they moved through the familiar streets. The kingdom around them was alive with the hum of activity. Merchants set up their stalls in the market square, their voices calling out the day's wares, while soldiers trained in the yards with dragon-scale blades, their strikes ringing through the air.
Legolas cast a glance toward the training grounds. "They've grown stronger under your guidance," he remarked, admiration clear in his voice.

"They will need to be," (Y/n) replied, her eyes following the soldiers as they sparred. "The world is unpredictable. Even in times of peace, we must be ready."
As they passed, townspeople bowed deeply to their queen and prince, showing the reverence and respect they had earned through years of steadfast leadership. But while (Y/n) acknowledged them with a nod, her mind was distant, her gaze lingering on the young warriors honing their skills. Though they were strong, there was a part of her that wondered if they were ready—if any of them truly were.

Legolas, ever attuned to her mood, placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, his touch steadying. "You've carried this burden for too long."

She sighed, pausing to meet his gaze. "It's not the burdens of the crown that weigh on me," she admitted, her voice softening. "There is something else, Legolas. A shadow I can't shake."