Lonely Dragon {Legolas x Reader}

Shadows of Fire

The Fellowship hurried through the colossal, echoing chamber of Dwarrowdelf, the sheer scale of the place dwarfing them. Gandalf led the way, his staff casting a faint light in the immense hall. Stone pillars stretched upward, vanishing into shadows high above, each a testament to dwarven craftsmanship now long abandoned.

"This way!" Gandalf urged, his voice low but urgent. The Fellowship pressed on, their footsteps a hurried whisper against the stone floor. Goblins began to crawl down the massive pillars behind them, dark shapes moving like insects, scuttling with an unsettling swiftness. Frodo's eyes went wide as he turned and saw the masses—a swarm of goblins, eyes glinting with malice, closing in.

A sound—a deep, guttural roar—filled the chamber, cutting through the rising tension. The Fellowship froze, feeling the air grow heavy as if darkness itself pressed against them. A flickering, fiery glow crept down the hallway, casting unnatural shadows across the pillars.

"What is this new devilry?" Boromir mutter, his grip on his sword tightening. 

(Y/n) stepped closer to the others, her gaze fixed on the approaching glow. "A Balrog..." she whispered, the weight of her voice chilling them all.

Gandalf's face turned grim as he stared into the darkness. "A demon of the ancient world," he murmured. Then his voice rose urgently, "This foe is beyond any of you! Run! Quickly!"

Without hesitation, the Fellowship turned and fled, their hurried footsteps echoing as they bolted toward a distant doorway. Aragorn led the way, with Gandalf close behind, leaning heavily on his staff as they descended a dizzying stairway. The ground trembled beneath them, the unearthly roar of the Balrog growing louder.

"Lead them on, Aragorn," Gandalf commanded, his tone unyielding despite the strain in his eyes. "The bridge is near."

Aragorn hesitated, glancing back in concern, but Gandalf met his gaze with a fierce look. "Do as I say; swords are no more use here."

They raced down the twisting stairway, reaching a narrow bridge that stretched across a chasm so deep it seemed to devour the light. One by one, they prepared to leap across the void.

Legolas was the first to jump, landing lightly on the other side. He immediately drew his bow, firing with swift precision at the orcs gathering at the edge, arrows finding their mark in the dimness. (Y/n) followed close behind, the fierce gleam in her eyes mirrored by the flickering light from behind as she readied herself to aid the others. She looked back at Gandalf, a flicker of concern in her expression.

"Gandalf!" she called.

Without hesitation, Gandalf jumped, his robes billowing around him. (Y/n) reached out and caught his arm, pulling him to the other side. Just as Boromir prepared to leap, he swept Merry and Pippin into his arms, carrying them effortlessly across.

"Go on! I've got you," he reassured the hobbits, setting them down with a protective arm over them.

Now Gimli approached the gap, but as he glanced warily at the expanse beneath, he set his jaw. "Nobody tosses a dwarf!" he declared, and with a powerful leap, he made it halfway across, landing precariously close to the edge. Boromir caught him by the beard, grinning as he helped Gimli steady himself.

"Not the beard!" Gimli grumbled, though the glint in his eyes betrayed his gratitude.

At the rear, Frodo and Aragorn prepared to make the final jump, but a shuddering crack echoed as the stone beneath them began to break away. Frodo's face paled as the section of bridge shifted beneath him, tilting forward into the chasm.

"Lean forward!" Aragorn ordered, his tone steady as he braced himself against the tilting stone. Together, they leaned just enough to send the stone tipping forward, allowing them to leap across in the final moment.