The Fellowship stumbled out of the Great Eastern Gate, one by one, their forms emerging from the shadows into the bright daylight of a sunlit hillside. The contrast of light and warmth should have felt welcoming, but the weight of loss hung heavily over them all. With each step, the reality of Gandalf's absence struck them harder.
Sam, Merry, and Pippin finally sank to the ground, grief overcoming them in waves as they struggled to catch their breath. Soft sobs broke the quiet of the morning, each one twisting the hearts of those still standing.
Aragorn turned quickly, his face resolute and tinged with urgency. "Legolas, get them up!"
Boromir stepped forward, his voice strained but firm. "Give them a moment... for pity's sake!"
Aragorn's expression softened but only briefly. "By nightfall, these hills will be swarming with Orcs," he warned, glancing over his shoulder toward the mountains. "We must reach the woods of Lothlórien. Come, Boromir, Legolas, Gimli, get them up. On your feet, Sam."
(Y/n) knelt beside Merry and Pippin, her hands steady as she gently lifted Merry, brushing the dirt from his coat. "I know, Merry," she whispered, her voice laced with shared sorrow. "But we must keep moving."
Legolas joined her, his hand resting on Pippin's shoulder, a rare, soft look of compassion in his eyes. "Come, Pippin. We cannot stop here."
Pippin's gaze lifted to meet Legolas, still clouded with disbelief, but he nodded, clutching (Y/n)'s hand for support as he rose. Legolas gave him an encouraging squeeze and then moved to help Sam, who was wiping his tears with the back of his sleeve.
Across the clearing, Boromir glanced toward Frodo. The Ringbearer was moving slowly, his steps aimless, his face pale and drawn, his gaze fixed somewhere distant, lost in shock. Aragorn followed his line of sight and moved swiftly toward him.
"Frodo?" Aragorn's voice was gentle, a note of concern breaking through his usual strength.
Frodo turned slowly, his face a mask of devastation. The others fell silent, each of them watching the weight of responsibility settle visibly onto Frodo's small shoulders, magnified by the horror he had just witnessed.
No words were spoken. The Fellowship understood—each bearing their grief as they resumed the march. The journey ahead seemed endless, and the emptiness of Gandalf's absence echoed within each of them as they trudged on, through the unrelenting light of day.
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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...
