The Fellowship trudged through the barren, snowy landscape of Caradhras, their faces stiff with cold. Snow-covered rocks jutted sharply from the ground, making each step a careful calculation. Frodo stumbled, slipping on a patch of shale. As he steadied himself, the weight of the chain shifted, and with a slight clink, the Ring fell from his neck, landing in the snow with a muted gleam.
Boromir's hand darted out, seizing the chain. He held the Ring before him, his gaze sharpening as he stared at the small, gleaming circle. The cold air seemed to thicken around him, and he grew still, transfixed by the Ring's power. Aragorn, sensing the danger, approached with caution.
"Boromir?" Aragorn's tone was wary.
"It is a strange fate," Boromir murmured, almost to himself, "that we should suffer so much fear and doubt over so small a thing...such a little thing." His voice lingered on each word, as if he were testing their weight.
(Y/n) stepped forward quietly, her voice a calm but firm reminder. "Boromir...give the Ring to Frodo."
For a beat, Boromir's hand twitched, his fingers curling around the Ring. His expression was unreadable, wavering between awe and desire. Aragorn's hand shifted towards the hilt of his sword, ready to intervene if necessary.
But Boromir blinked, the tension breaking as he looked at Frodo. His mouth curved into a faint, almost amused smile as he handed the Ring back, his tone light but his eyes lingering on Frodo.
"As you wish," he said with a half-smile, tousling Frodo's hair before moving back. "I care not."
Aragorn exhaled, his hand slipping from his sword, and (Y/n) cast Boromir a measured look before stepping back.
The fellowship pressed on, snow swirling around them as a relentless blizzard swept through the pass. The cold bit into their bones, and every step felt like a struggle against the forces of the mountain itself. Legolas walked ahead, moving lightly over the snow. Suddenly, he stopped, his keen gaze lifting to the skies as he caught an echo on the wind.
"There is a fell voice in the air," he called back, urgency tightening his tone.
Gandalf's face darkened. "It's Saruman."
Thunder rolled through the mountains, and stones began to fall from above, dislodged by the tremors. The rocks seemed to tumble deliberately toward them, increasing in size and number as they crashed down the slopes.
"He's trying to bring down the mountain!" (Y/n) warned, turning to Gandalf, her voice urgent. "Gandalf! We must turn back!"
But Gandalf, stubbornly resolved, raised his staff to the skies. "No!" He lifted his voice, his tone deep and commanding as he chanted into the storm. "Losto Caradhras, sedho, hodo, nuitho I ruith."
Saruman's voice boomed in response, growing stronger with each syllable. The power of his words rumbled like thunder, the mountain itself seeming to heed his command. A lightning bolt cracked through the sky, hitting the mountainside above them.
Before anyone could react, the sound of a great avalanche thundered down. Snow and rock tumbled in a deadly wave, threatening to bury them where they stood. Aragorn pulled Frodo and Sam close, shielding them with his body as he pressed them against the cliff wall.
(Y/n) felt the storm's power surge around her, the force of Saruman's dark magic crashing down with the avalanche. In a swift decision, she unleashed her own power, transforming into her dragon form. With a single powerful beat of her wings, she spread them over the hobbits and Aragorn, the strength of her form creating a shield that held back the worst of the snow and debris.
As the avalanche slowed, she transformed back, breathing heavily from the strain. The hobbits clung to her, their small faces pale and wide-eyed. Frodo and Pippin held on, fear turning to relief as they clutched at her cloak.
Boromir moved quickly, his tone urgent. "We must get off the mountain! Make for the Gap of Rohan, and take the West road to my city."
Aragorn shook his head, his eyes narrowing. "The Gap of Rohan takes us too close to Isengard."
Gimli spoke up, his voice insistent. "We cannot pass over the mountain. Let us go under it. Let us go through the Mines of Moria."
Gandalf's expression hardened, concern clouding his gaze as he considered the alternative. Slowly, he looked to Frodo. The weight of the decision was clear on his face as he addressed him with quiet respect.
"Let the Ring-bearer decide."
The others looked to Frodo, his slight frame weighed down with a choice no one could make but him. He glanced around at the Fellowship, reading the hope and fear in each of their eyes. With (Y/n) beside him, his confidence seemed to strengthen, and he finally met Gandalf's gaze.
"We will go through the mines," Frodo said, his voice quiet but certain.
Gandalf nodded, his expression resigned. "So be it."
(Y/n) placed a steadying hand on Frodo's shoulder, offering him a comforting smile. With a reassuring squeeze, she led the way down the path, her keen gaze scanning for any further threats, ready to face whatever darkness lay ahead.
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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...
