Lonely Dragon {Legolas x Reader}

Lady of the Wood

(A/N: Estriel is (Y/n)'s mother's name - this is a long one....sorry!)

The Fellowship followed Haldir as he led them through the forest, weaving between towering trunks and golden-leaved branches that stretched endlessly above. After what felt like an eternity in the lush woodlands, they emerged onto a hilltop. Gasps and murmurs of awe filled the air as they took in the sight before them.

The forest parted to reveal a breathtaking vista. In the distance, a large hill rose from the woods, crowned with ancient, towering mallorn trees, their branches reaching skyward like the spires of an enchanted castle. Nestled high in their crowns was a shimmering city, radiant in the afternoon sun, its hues of green, gold, and silver shining with a warmth unmatched. Caras Galadhon, the city of the elves, glowed like a beacon, a refuge far removed from the dark and dreary lands to the east that faded into shadow even under the sun's glow.

Soon, they arrived at a wide, open space bathed in a gentle light. Green and silver walls surrounded them, while a roof of golden boughs hung above. At the center stood the mighty trunk of the greatest mallorn tree, tapering up toward the city they had seen.

From behind the tree stepped two figures of striking beauty and grace. Celeborn looked upon them with an expression of both calm and wisdom. His gaze fell upon Aragorn, and it lingered, searching for an answer to an unasked question. At his side stood Galadriel, her hair golden as sunlight, her beauty timeless and ethereal. Her presence was like a light both fierce and soft, and her eyes held depths none dared to fathom.

Celeborn's gaze remained solemn as he looked at the Fellowship. "Nine there are, yet ten set out from Rivendell. Tell me, where is Gandalf, for I much desire to speak with him."

The Fellowship exchanged sorrowful glances, their silence heavy with grief. Then Galadriel's voice drifted gently through the air, soft yet resonant with understanding. "He has fallen into shadow," she said, her words like a faint melody of sorrow and strength.

Galadriel's piercing eyes then found Aragorn, and her voice grew stronger. "The Quest stands upon the edge of a knife. Stray but a little, and it will fail, to the ruin of all. Yet hope remains while the company is true."

As her gaze moved across each member of the Fellowship, it lingered on Sam, softening with a warmth that seemed to reassure him. "Do not let your hearts be troubled. Go now and rest, for you are weary with sorrow and much toil."

Turning back to Frodo, Galadriel's voice softened even further, her words drifting like a promise. "Tonight, you will sleep in peace."

At her gentle command, the Fellowship respectfully bowed and began to move toward the chambers prepared for them. Just as they turned to leave, Galadriel called out, "(Y/n)."

(Y/n) paused, her steps faltering as she turned back toward the Lady of the Wood. Legolas also stopped, worry flickering in his eyes as he looked between her and Galadriel. He reached out as if to protest, but (Y/n) gave him a reassuring nod.

"Go rest," she whispered to him. "I'll be there soon."

With a final glance, Legolas nodded, though reluctance lingered in his eyes. He fell back in step with the Fellowship, casting one last look over his shoulder before disappearing down the path with the others.

Now alone with the Lord and Lady of Lothlórien, (Y/n) took a steadying breath and faced Galadriel, sensing a silent strength between them that needed no words.

(Y/n) remained rooted to the spot, watching her friends disappear into the soft glow of Lothlórien's golden boughs. The silence that settled between her and Galadriel was deep, a reminder of the ancient wisdom the Lady of the Wood held within her, wisdom only those who had seen the passing of ages could know.