The Fellowship passed under an arched doorway into an immense, shadowed chamber. Gandalf paused, lifting his staff higher. "Let me risk a little more light," he murmured.
With a tap of his staff, light blazed forth like a silent flash of lightning, illuminating vast, towering pillars that supported the ceiling high above. Frodo's mouth fell open as he took in the majestic, abandoned beauty of the dwarven city.
"Behold!" Gandalf declared, his voice echoing through the hall. "The great realm and Dwarf city of Dwarrowdelf!"
Sam's voice was barely a whisper as he took in the sight. "Well, there's an eye-opener, and no mistake!"
Ahead of them, a shattered wooden door stood ajar, black arrows embedded in its timbers. Gimli moved forward, his eyes widening as he peered into a vast, desolate chamber. Strewn across the floor were countless dwarf skeletons, intermingled with goblin remains. A ray of sunlight filtered in through a small gap near the roof, casting a haunting light upon the scene.
Gimli let out a broken cry as he stumbled to his knees beside a stone table in the room's center. "No...no...oh, no!"
Gandalf moved forward, brushing dust from the white stone slab atop the table. With a somber voice, he read aloud, "Here lies Balin, son of Fundin, Lord of Moria."
(Y/n) closed her eyes and rested a gentle hand on the grave, murmuring a silent prayer for her friend who had fallen in this forsaken place. Her fingers tightened against the stone, her heart heavy with grief.
Legolas glanced warily at the tunnels branching off in all directions. "We must move on," he whispered urgently to Aragorn. "We cannot linger."
Gandalf picked up an old, battered book from the slab. Its cover was torn, smeared with dried blood, and its pages were brittle and scarred from blade and flame. He opened it carefully, reading aloud from the final, haunting lines: "They have taken the Bridge and the second hall...we have barred the gates...but cannot hold them for long...drums in the deep...we cannot get out. They are coming."
A tense silence hung in the air.
Suddenly, a loud clatter broke the stillness as Pippin, backing away, stumbled against an armored skeleton perched at the edge of the well. The skeleton tumbled down with a deafening echo, the clanking reverberating through the caverns.
"Fool of a Took!" Gandalf snapped, glaring at Pippin. "Throw yourself in next time and rid us of your stupidity!"
(Y/n) placed a steadying hand on Pippin's shoulder, offering him a comforting look and a brief, disapproving glare at Gandalf. Pippin gave a weak smile, grateful for her presence, but his relief was short-lived. A low, ominous boom echoed from the depths of the well, followed by another...and another...as if the caverns themselves had begun to pulse with some dark heartbeat.
The sound of a horn blasted nearby, soon joined by harsh cries and the unmistakable thunder of approaching footsteps.
"Mr. Frodo!" Sam gasped, looking down at Sting's glowing blue blade as Frodo drew it from its sheath. The orcs were close.
"Orcs!" Legolas hissed, grabbing an arrow in readiness.
"Get back!" Aragorn ordered the hobbits, his gaze flickering to (Y/n), who immediately moved to stand protectively in front of them, her weapon drawn and her expression set.
Aragorn and Boromir quickly shut and wedged the doors, but not before Boromir caught sight of something large moving in the shadows.
"They have a cave troll!" he muttered grimly.
Gimli hefted two rusty axes and leaped onto Balin's tomb with a battle cry. "Let them come! There is one dwarf yet in Moria who still draws breath!"
With an earth-shaking crash, the door splintered, and a swarm of goblins burst into the chamber. Behind them, the lumbering figure of a cave troll loomed, its grotesque form filling the doorway.
(Y/n) wasted no time, swinging her sword in a deadly arc that cut down two goblins with a single strike. Legolas took down another goblin that charged her from behind, his arrow slicing through the air.
They exchanged a quick, knowing smile. "Impressive shot, Elf," (Y/n) murmured as she parried another goblin.
"Try to keep up, Princess," he teased, a mischievous glint in his eye as he released two more arrows, each finding their mark with deadly precision.
(Y/n) chuckled as she spun into a kick that sent a goblin crashing into two of its comrades. "I didn't know you had that in you, Legolas."
Legolas sidestepped an orc, drawing a dagger from his belt and swiftly dispatching it. "Oh, there's more where that came from."
They fought back-to-back, moving fluidly through the horde. Legolas's arrows continued to strike true, and (Y/n)'s sword sliced through goblins with lethal grace, the pair moving as though in perfect harmony.
Sam held his ground, a frying pan in one hand and a sword in the other. With a wild swing, he struck a goblin, watching in astonishment as it dropped to the ground. Emboldened, he took down another with a fierce whack of his pan.
"I think I'm getting the hang of this!" he shouted, grinning at Frodo, who nodded with equal parts fear and admiration.
Suddenly, a shadow fell over (Y/n). The troll's massive club came crashing down, splintering the stone where she had just stood. (Y/n) dodged and slashed her sword across the troll's arm, green blood spraying from the wound. The troll bellowed, swinging wildly.
Aragorn leaped forward, attempting to sever one of the creature's thick fingers, but was thrown back as the troll swatted him away like a fly. It turned its attention to Frodo, and with an enraged roar, snatched him up and flung him toward the wall. Frodo hit the ground hard, dazed, as the troll closed in for the kill. It raised the spear and impaled Frodo.
Merry and Pippin screamed out and jumped on top of beast only to be swiftly flung off.
(Y/n) seized the troll's arm, locking her grip with an iron resolve, and swang herself onto the troll's back. She dug her dagger into its back, pulling causing the troll to lean its head back. She held it just long enough for Legolas to draw back his bow, aiming for the exposed skin at the creature's neck.
"Now, Legolas!" she shouted.
Taking advantage of the opening, Legolas fired an arrow that pierced through the troll's skull. The massive creature let out a final, agonized roar before collapsing to the floor with a heavy thud.
With the troll defeated, Aragorn rushed to Frodo's side, lifting him up as he slumped to the ground.
"Frodo!" Sam cried, rushing over, his face etched with fear.
Frodo's eyes opened slowly, and he coughed, taking in a shuddering breath. "I'm alright," he murmured, still dazed. "I'm not hurt."
Aragorn shook his head in amazement, his voice filled with relief. "You should be dead. That spear would've skewered a wild boar!"
Gandalf leaned forward, a glint of wonder in his eyes. "There's more to this hobbit than meets the eye."
With trembling hands, Frodo opened his shirt, revealing a shining mithril vest beneath. Gimli's eyes widened as he recognized the armor. "Mithril! You are full of surprises, Master Baggins."
But before anyone could respond, the booming drums echoed again, louder and more insistent.
Gandalf's face hardened as he turned to the others. "To the Bridge of Khazad-dûm!" he commanded. "We cannot tarry here."
The Fellowship gathered their strength, moving quickly down the dark passageways with Gandalf leading the way, his staff illuminating the path ahead. (Y/n) stayed close to Frodo, her gaze fierce and protective as they ventured deeper into the heart of Moria, knowing that the worst of their trials lay yet 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...
