AN: Hey everyone! I know that some of you guys were following this story before I spontaneously deleted it. The reason for that was because I didn't want to write a cliché story involving people from other worlds being dragged into Middle-Earth and struggling to adapt to the culture and dealing with other problems with that similarity.

I wanted to write a crossover between these two stories, because both mean a lot to me. With that in mind, I decided to merge the two worlds. The fact that no one really knows where exactly Berk is located on Earth made it all the easier to find a spot for it in Arda.

Anyway, I hope that you will enjoy the prologue. Leave me a review if you like it! All constructive criticism will be graciously accepted. Any flames will be quickly doused with water or used to heat my home.

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Wrath of the Night

Prologue

Many legends of Middle-Earth often told to little children take great care to include the great civilisation of Númenor. As a host of many a skilled warrior, the island of Númenor was said to have been raised from the depth of the seas by the Valar themselves. It was given as a gift to the Edain, the Fathers of Men who marched with the Sindarin elves into battle against the armies of Morgoth and Sauron during the First Age.

Alas, the fateful day arrived when king Ar-Pharazôn marched on Mordor, claimed Sauron himself as a prisoner and dragged him back to Númenor. What was supposed to be a great victory for the fierce king quickly grew sour when it became evident that Sauron's presence was starting to corrupt the island's ruler at an alarming pace. Overcome with greed and self-concern, Ar-Pharazôn assembled one of the greatest armadas in the history of Arda with the intent of laying siege on the Undying Lands to gain immortality, and effectively breaking one the ultimate divine laws set down by Eru Ilúvatar himself.

The Valar retaliated against the invading army by smiting the soldiers down on sight and imprisoning their souls in the Caves of the Forgotten. Ilúvatar also went as far as conjuring up the wrath of the seas and set colossal waves onto Númenor, flooding the island and letting it sink beneath the waves, forever lost. Sauron managed to escape a watery grave and flitted back to the Black Land, where he grew once more in power and tyranny. There were also a few Númenorian survivors that came to Middle-Earth. Among them was Isildur, who founded the great kingdom of Gondor and became its first king.

However, some say that there was more to the sea civilisation that met the eye. The Rangers of the North often talk about ancient warriors that made a living a few hundred leagues north of Númenor. These warriors, neither friend nor foe, were known by the Númenorians through trade. They were the Vikings, iron-willed people that lived and thrived on archipelagos surrounded by craggy rocks and hazardous sea reefs.

These people were strong as they were proud. They had a history of fighting the supernatural creatures of Morgoth with nothing more than swords, shields and dragons. Yes, dragons. Ranging from resembling islands to being the size of an average housecat, the dragons of the Barbaric Archipelagos were the Vikings' best friends in every way. It was this relationship between man and beast that foresaw a healthy community that was based on trust, respect, bravery and compassion.

Unfortunately, the Barbaric Archipelagos was one of the many small pieces of land was got caught in the middle of the Valar's wrath and was swept under the waves, with one survivor who managed to take the kingdom's history books and leaving them in the care of the Dúnedain before succumbing to physical exhaustion and emotional grief.

It was only after the War of the Last Alliance during the Second Age when the Valar decided to move into action again. As Mandos reluctantly released two deceased souls from his halls, Ilúvatar restored their former bodies and granted them the longevity of the Elf race. As such, at the moment when Isildur cut the One Ring from Sauron's hand, Middle-Earth birthed two resurrected lives under the light of the full moon.

And so began the adventures of a girl and her dragon.

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