As twilight settled over Rivendell, a gentle silence embraced the valley. In a quiet corner of their quarters, (Y/n) and Legolas sat close together, watching the stars begin to gleam in the deep blue of the night sky. Soft candlelight bathed the room, casting a warm glow as they talked quietly, their conversation drifting to the journey awaiting them at dawn.
Legolas brushed a strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering briefly as he studied her expression. "You haven't told me yet," he murmured, his voice just above a whisper. "What are you truly feeling about this journey?"
(Y/n) sighed, leaning back as her gaze flickered to the open window, where the distant river reflected the moonlight. "I feel a mix of anticipation and dread," she admitted, her tone thoughtful. "I've been to Mordor before... but with Sauron's power rising, this is something entirely different. It's as if... the land itself will resist us." She shook her head, her brows knitting slightly. "But more than that, I worry for Frodo. He carries the weight of the Ring, and with each day, it will only grow heavier."
Legolas watched her intently, sensing the deeper worry in her voice. "You saved him once, (Y/n), and you'll be there to protect him again. He's in good hands. We all are," he assured her, his voice steady and resolute. "If anyone can withstand Mordor's darkness, it's you."
A soft knock at the door interrupted their quiet moment. They exchanged a glance before Legolas rose gracefully and opened the door. There, bathed in the pale light of the hall, stood Frodo, his hand hovering as if uncertain whether to knock again.
"Frodo," Legolas greeted, stepping back to let him in. The hobbit's eyes were wide and a little troubled, darting between them as he offered a hesitant smile.
"Forgive me for disturbing you," Frodo said, his voice soft. "But I... I wanted to speak with (Y/n)."
Legolas nodded in understanding. "Of course," he replied gently, offering Frodo a reassuring smile. "I'll give you both some time." He gave (Y/n)'s hand a brief, comforting squeeze before slipping out of the room and closing the door quietly behind him.
(Y/n) watched Frodo, sensing a heaviness in him that even the gift of Bilbo's mithril shirt and Sting could not completely lift. "Come, sit," she said, gesturing to a nearby chair. She lowered herself to his level, her gaze warm and open.
Frodo hesitated for a moment before he settled into the chair, his hands clasped together tightly as he looked down at them. "I'm sorry to intrude on your time together," he began, his voice barely above a whisper. "But... I feel as though I should talk to you. After what you did for me..."
(Y/n) smiled softly, reaching out to place a gentle hand on his. "You have nothing to apologize for, Frodo," she assured him. "I'm glad you came. What's on your mind?"
He took a steadying breath, lifting his gaze to meet hers. "When we were at the river..." He trailed off, his words faltering as he tried to find the right way to express the emotions tangled within him. "The darkness... the pain... it was overwhelming. But you—" He paused, his eyes filling with gratitude. "You saved me, (Y/n). I don't know how, but you did."
Her expression softened as she nodded. "Frodo, I couldn't let you slip away into that darkness," she replied. "I have walked through those shadows before, and I know all too well how strong their pull can be." Her voice was gentle, but a certain sadness touched her gaze, as if recalling memories she'd rather not relive. "You're braver than you realize, Frodo. The darkness that almost took you... it would have swallowed many others whole."
Frodo looked away, struggling to process her words. "Do you think it will happen again?" he asked, his voice tinged with fear. "The further we go, the stronger I can feel it calling to me... and Mordor..." His voice trailed off, the weight of the journey ahead bearing down on him.
(Y/n) regarded him with understanding. "Yes, Frodo. It may get worse, and there may be times when it feels unbearable. But you are not alone in this. You have all of us beside you." She reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder, a quiet strength in her touch. "And I will do everything in my power to shield you, even from the darkness within Mordor."
Her words seemed to bring him a measure of comfort, but still, a question lingered in his mind, unasked. He hesitated, then spoke, his voice trembling slightly. "Do you...do you think I'll fail?" The vulnerability in his voice was raw, echoing with his deepest fears.
(Y/n) looked at him, her gaze unwavering and filled with reassurance. "No, Frodo," she replied firmly. "You are far stronger than you believe. The very fact that you carry the Ring, knowing the dangers, shows your courage. And even if you stumble, we are here to help you keep going."
Frodo's eyes met hers, hope slowly replacing the fear that had darkened his expression. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice barely audible.
"You are welcome, Frodo." (Y/n) gave him a small, encouraging smile, leaning back slightly as the room fell into a comfortable silence.
After a moment, Frodo looked up at her again, his expression pensive. "Will you tell me about Mordor?" he asked, his voice hesitant. "About what we might face?"
(Y/n) glanced out the window, her gaze distant as memories resurfaced. "Mordor is a land of shadows and cruelty," she said quietly. "The air is thick, filled with ash and poison, and the land itself fights against any who would walk upon it. But it is not invincible. Sauron may hold it in his grasp, but Mordor itself does not yet fully belong to him. And that... that may be what helps us through."
Frodo listened intently, absorbing her words as if they were a shield against his fears. "So there is hope," he murmured.
(Y/n) nodded, a faint smile touching her lips. "There is always hope, Frodo. Even in the darkest places." She stood, placing a hand over her heart and bowing slightly in a gesture of respect. "We leave at dawn, but know that whatever lies ahead, I am with you. All of us are."
Frodo rose, his hand reaching out to clasp hers briefly. "Thank you, (Y/n). I don't feel as afraid now. I'll remember your words."
She gave his hand a gentle squeeze before letting him go, watching as he turned to leave. Just as he reached the door, Frodo paused, looking back at her with a faint smile. "Good night," he said softly, his eyes warm with gratitude.
"Good night, Frodo Baggins," she replied, watching as he disappeared into the hall.
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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...
