Legolas moved through the beautiful stone corridors of Rivendell, his heart both heavy and racing with anticipation. The air was cool, and the gentle melodies of distant waterfalls surrounded him, yet peace eluded him. It had been days since he had last seen (Y/n) and already, rumors about her arrival filled the halls. Whispers told of her unusual behavior, hints that her long fight against the darkness of Mordor had finally begun to take its toll.
As he made his way through the shadowed halls, Aragorn and Arwen stepped from an archway, clearly waiting for him.
"Legolas," Arwen greeted softly, her face a mix of relief and concern. She glanced toward Aragorn, and they exchanged a look before Aragorn continued, "It's good that you're here. (Y/n)... she's been struggling."
Legolas's jaw tightened, but he nodded for Aragorn to go on.
"She arrived several days ago," Arwen said gently, her voice full of empathy, "and although she fought through wraiths and absorbed the darkness meant for Frodo, it appears to have left its mark on her. She has grown tense, snapping at people who mean her no harm. I fear the shadows are creeping closer."
Legolas's expression faltered, a trace of vulnerability breaking through his typically stoic demeanor. He searched their faces, his voice steady but low. "Where is she?"
Arwen and Aragorn exchanged another look before guiding him toward the eastern gardens, where (Y/n) was said to be resting. With each step, Legolas felt his heart tighten, torn between hope and dread for what he might find. As they approached, he heard her voice, but it was sharper, harsher than he had ever heard it.
The moment he stepped into the garden, he froze, watching her with a mixture of sorrow and surprise. (Y/n) was speaking with a young servant who had brought a glass of water, but there was an edge to her tone, an uncharacteristic impatience as she dismissed the maid with a curt gesture. The familiar glow of Rivendell's light seemed to dance off her skin, yet her eyes...they were tinged with a faint but unmistakable gleam of darkness.
"(Y/n)," he called, his voice soft but commanding. The sound of his voice cut through the tension in the air like a blade, and he saw her shoulders tense as she paused. She turned slowly, her gaze meeting his—and in that instant, he saw the flicker of recognition, the sudden gentling of her expression.
It was as if a veil had lifted from her eyes. Her gaze softened, and the strange glow vanished, replaced by the warmth he knew so well. She moved toward him, her guarded expression breaking into a look of relief and disbelief. Without a word, she stepped into his open arms, her forehead resting against his chest as he held her close.
For a long moment, neither spoke, the world around them fading as they found solace in each other's presence.
"Legolas," she whispered finally, her voice tinged with both gratitude and fatigue. "You...you don't know how much I've missed you."
He pulled back slightly, his hands resting on her shoulders as he studied her face with concern. "And I, you," he murmured, the relief palpable in his voice. But even as he held her, he could feel the faint tension lingering, the touch of shadows that clung to her like smoke.
"What has happened, (Y/n)?" he asked gently, though he feared the answer.
She looked down, her expression pained. "The wraiths left a mark," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Their darkness...it tried to consume Frodo. I couldn't leave him to suffer. I took some of it into myself." She looked up at him, shame flickering across her face. "And now...it has been growing within me."
He cupped her face gently, his thumbs brushing away a stray tear that slipped down her cheek. "You do not bear this alone," he assured her, his voice a steady promise. "I am here with you."
A faint smile broke through her sadness, and she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. In his arms, she could feel the shadows begin to lift, their weight slowly receding.
As if sensing her newfound ease, Legolas continued in a whisper, "You are stronger than this darkness, (Y/n). And whatever it brings, I will be at your side." His hand moved to her back, his embrace a silent vow that neither wraith nor shadow could break.
With a final shuddering breath, she nodded, drawing strength from his words. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice steadier. "You always have been my light in the dark."
As they stood there together in the peace of Rivendell's gardens, the first tendrils of dawn began to chase away the night. And for the first time since her journey, (Y/n) felt the faintest hope that she could rise above the darkness that threatened her soul—if only she stayed close to the one who brought her back to the light.
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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...
