Lonely Dragon {Legolas x Reader}

It is My Fight

The air in Rivendell was filled with the subtle scent of pine and mountain streams, the soft murmur of elven voices blending with the gentle rustle of the trees. (Y/n) stood at the balcony of Elrond's grand hall, her gaze fixed on the distant peaks of the Misty Mountains. Her heart was unsettled, a shadow of a presence looming over her thoughts. Sauron's darkness —she could feel it, as clearly as the cool breeze against her skin.

Footsteps approached from behind, soft yet purposeful.

"You have felt it, too," Elrond's calm voice broke the silence, his keen gaze piercing through the serenity of Rivendell's sanctuary.

(Y/n) nodded, her hand resting lightly on the hilt of her sword, an unconscious habit she had formed in times of tension. "The Nine are moving," she said quietly, her voice carrying the weight of ages. "They search for the Ring, for the one who carries it. I told you so."

Elrond's face was calm but grave. "Frodo Baggins is unaware of the danger that follows him. Aragorn has gone to meet him, but they will need help."

(Y/n) turned to face him, a knot tightening in her chest. "You wish me to go."

"I do," Elrond replied, stepping closer. "There is no one better suited to face the Ringwraiths. You understand their nature. And you know the land between here and the Shire better than most. Time is running short."

(Y/n) looked away, her heart torn. She had known this moment was coming ever since she arrived at Rivendell. She had felt it in her bones—the pull of fate, the call to action. But that didn't make it easier. Leaving meant abandoning the small hope she had found here, the peace she had briefly shared with Legolas. It meant facing the darkness she had long tried to keep at bay.

As if sensing her hesitation, Elrond stepped forward, his eyes softening with understanding. "I know what it is you fear, (Y/n). But this is not just about Frodo or Aragorn. This is about the fate of Middle-earth. You, of all people, understand that."

Her jaw clenched, and she nodded. "I will go," she said, her voice firm, though inside she wrestled with the weight of her decision. "But the Nine are relentless, Elrond. They will stop at nothing to claim the Ring. Frodo is not safe, even with Aragorn."

Elrond studied her for a moment before giving a soft sigh. "I am not sending you alone."

Before she could question him, a soft, familiar voice interrupted their conversation.

"I will go with you."

(Y/n) turned swiftly, her eyes widening slightly as Arwen stepped into the room. Clad in flowing robes of deep blue, her dark hair cascading down her shoulders, Arwen's face was resolute, her grey eyes unwavering.

"No," (Y/n) protested almost immediately, taking a step toward Arwen. "This is far too dangerous. The Nine are not foes you can simply outrun or out fight. They are shadows of death, bound to the Dark Lord."

Arwen met her gaze, unshaken. "I know what they are, (Y/n). I have faced danger before."

(Y/n) shook her head, frustration mingling with fear. "This is not the same. They carry the essence of Sauron's will. They will stop at nothing. If they find you—"

"Then I will stand and fight," Arwen interrupted firmly, stepping closer to (Y/n), her voice calm but filled with determination. "Frodo carries the greatest burden in all of Middle-earth. He is our hope. I will not let him fall into darkness."

(Y/n) stared at her, torn between admiration and deep concern. She knew the strength that ran through Arwen's veins, the courage that echoed her father's. But this was different. The Ringwraiths were different.

"You don't have to do this," (Y/n) said quietly, her voice softer now. "Let me face them alone. It is my fight."

Arwen reached out and gently touched her arm. "It is not just your fight, (Y/n). This fight belongs to all of us now. You are not alone in this. Let us ride together."

(Y/n) hesitated for a long moment, searching Arwen's eyes. She wanted to deny her again, to insist that Arwen remain in the safety of Rivendell, far from the horrors that awaited them. But she could see the resolve in her friend's gaze—the same resolve that she herself had once shown when facing a path she could not avoid. Arwen would not be swayed.

With a deep breath, (Y/n) relented, nodding slowly. "Very well. But you follow my lead. If the Wraiths draw too close, you flee."

Arwen's lips curved into a small, grateful smile. "Agreed."

Elrond, who had been silently observing the exchange, stepped forward and placed a hand on Arwen's shoulder. "You carry the light of our people, Arwen," he said softly. "Return safely."

Arwen nodded, her expression softening under her father's gaze. "I will."

(Y/n) turned to Elrond. "I will see to it that she does," she promised quietly, though a part of her still wrestled with the knowledge of what they might face.

Elrond gave a solemn nod, his eyes filled with both gratitude and concern. "May the stars guide your path."

As (Y/n) and Arwen made their way to the stables, where their horses were being prepared for the journey, (Y/n) couldn't shake the unease that crept over her. She glanced at Arwen, who moved with the quiet grace of her people, her chin held high with determination.

"Legolas will not be pleased when he learns of this," (Y/n) said lightly, trying to inject some levity into the heavy atmosphere.

Arwen gave a small, knowing smile. "He will understand. He always does."

(Y/n) let out a soft sigh as they reached the stables. Hades stood waiting for her, his black coat shimmering under the faint light of Rivendell's stars. She rested a hand on his mane, drawing comfort from the familiar presence of her loyal steed.

As she mounted Hades, she glanced back at Rivendell one last time, her heart heavy with the weight of the journey ahead. Elrond watched them from the balcony, his face a silent reminder of the gravity of their task.

"Let's ride," (Y/n) said, her voice resolute once more.

With Arwen by her side, they rode out of Rivendell and into the darkening wilderness, the shadow of Sauron's servants following close behind.

They had little time, and even less certainty. But they had each other. And that, for now, would have to be enough.