The Fellowship walked on as the sun dipped below the mountains, the shadows deepening into the edges of Lothlórien. The sight of the forest shimmered in the distance, golden leaves glowing softly against the twilight. Exhausted yet resolute, they quickened their pace toward the refuge it promised.
When they crossed into the wood, the air was warm, scented with earth and something ancient and unyielding. The forest floor was carpeted with delicate yellow flowers, and above them stretched a canopy of golden leaves, supported by silver-gray trunks that towered like pillars in a forgotten temple. Gimli eyed the trees warily, his discomfort clear.
"Stay close, young hobbits," he warned, his voice low. "They say a Sorceress lives in these woods. An elf-witch of terrible power. All who look upon her fall under her spell... and are never seen again!"
(Y/n) shared an exasperated look with Legolas, the hint of a smile dancing across her lips as they both rolled their eyes at Gimli's theatrics. But Gimli, oblivious to their amusement, straightened himself up, muttering, "Well, here's one dwarf she won't ensnare so easily. I have the eyes of a hawk and the ears of a fox!"
Before he could boast further, the Fellowship was suddenly surrounded by a silent, swift force of elves, their drawn bows casting long shadows in the dimming light. The gleaming tips of arrows were aimed at them from all sides. Legolas tensed, but (Y/n) calmly raised her hands in a show of peace, signaling for the others to follow suit.
An elf with commanding presence stepped forward, his keen eyes scanning each member of the Fellowship with a mixture of interest and distrust. When his gaze landed on Gimli, his lips twisted into a slight smirk of disdain.
"The dwarf breathes so loud we could have shot him in the dark," he said, his voice laced with sarcasm.
Aragorn stepped forward, addressing the elf with quiet respect. "Haldir of Lórien, we come here for your help. We need your protection."
Gimli grunted in protest. "Aragorn! These woods are perilous. We should go back."
Haldir's cold gaze slid over to Gimli, but his attention quickly shifted to (Y/n) and then Frodo. He noticed the way some of his guards instinctively tightened their stances around (Y/n), though she remained composed, her expression impassive but alert. Legolas, close by, looked ready to intervene, but she caught his eye and gave him a gentle shake of her head, signaling him to stand down. The flicker of concern softened in his eyes, but he obeyed, though he kept close by her side.
Haldir gave a nod. "You have entered the realm of the Lady of the Wood. You cannot go back."
The Fellowship cast uneasy glances at each other as Haldir stepped aside, gesturing forward. "Come," he said. "She is waiting."
They followed him deeper into the forest, their steps muffled on the soft earth, the looming presence of ancient magic thick in the air. (Y/n) could feel a calm settle over her, though the forest seemed to pulse with a quiet, vigilant power. And she knew, somewhere deep within this golden wood, the Lady of Lórien awaited them with eyes that saw far beyond the mortal world.
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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...
