Two weeks before the forming of the Fellowship...
(Drakenia POV)
I awoke from my slumber with the feeling that something was not right. I opened my eyes lazily and stretched. I elegantly stepped out of the cave I'd been sleeping in, relieved that it was finally day.
I opened my wings and took off to have a look at the area around, flying in lazy circles through the clouds.
Looking down, however, my mood was ruined. For there, in the field before my cave, was a large company of creatures. Men? Elves? I snorted to myself, knowing that I was safe for the moment.
Now ignoring the insolent creatures below me, I continued to fly around. I gazed back at the encampment, soon enough, and realized that they had not been only passing through. I snarled, silently deciding to teach the...the...the whoever they were not to mess with a dragon.
Flipping, I angled myself to come in for a landing. I snorted as the idiots decided to shriek, but not run away screaming.
"Stupid, humanoid creatures," I thought to myself. "They don't even have the sense to run away."
All too late, I realized I should have just left them be. I discovered that they were a bit more ready for me than I was for them.
I roared as they fired nets of silvery...Elvish rope?
"Well, I suppose they must be Elves then." I thought sourly.
I was yanked to the ground unceremoniously, my talons scraping painfully against the ground as I tried to gain purchase against the rocky slope.
I growled, and let out a hiss...that often came along with fire.
I breathed my wrath at them, snarling as my ropes were only pulled tighter.
"Hi nis horvutah zu`u! Zu`u los aan dovokiin!" I screeched, loud enough to knock a few of the elves back a step.
*You can't capture me! I am a fireborn!*
The Elves looked at one another in confusion, wondering what had been said -or rather screeched- to them.
As I opened my mouth to burn them again, one of the Elves stepped forward. Blonde, tall, brown-eyed, held himself like a warrior. He spoke in a low voice, softly forcing me into silence with his words.
"Mín heni- ú- what cin gar- said, but im ped- na cin hi, n- dínen an cin cuil na- at risk. Submit na cín amarth."
*We understand not what you have said, but i say to you now, be silent for you life is at risk. submit to your fate.*
I fell silent, my eyes lowering as another Elf came forward. This one looked similar to the first. Blonde, tall, warrior-like. But where the soft brown eyes were on the other elf, there were piercing blue ones. The kind that froze your soul.
He looked upon me greedily, like I was his new toy to mess around with. I stared back at him, my amber-speckled green eyes meeting his icy blue ones.
He sneered down at me.
"Hi nis ahraan zu`u!" I cried, hoping the fear did not show in my eyes.
*You cannot hurt me!*
He simply smirked. Almost like he knew what I was saying. My breath caught in my throat as he replied.
"Nuz zu`u los."
*But I am.*
My jaw dropped. "Hi mindoraan zu`u?" I inquired hesitantly.
*You can understand me?*
He nodded. I growled, fighting against my bonds. Even the brown-eyed Elf looked surprised.
Without another true sentence, he looked directly at me. I knew what was coming. And I was not having any of it.
I thrashed about as the blue-eyed Elf opened his mouth to speak.
"Dovahkiin."
I fought against his voice, trying to fight the shift that I knew was coming. Pain erupted, and I screamed to release it. I could feel my body shrinking and twisting. My scales melting away into skin.
The pain finally stopped, the pain that only came with a forced shift. I glared up at the cruel Elf.
I stood before him, the edge of my bloodred tunic falling to the middle of my knee and the black leggings under it clinging to my skin. My soft black boots left no footprints to track as I stalked my way to the Elvish 'king' who had caused me so much pain.
Unfortunately, I was a Fireborn - more commonly known as a Shifter. So, as I lived by my tribe's code, instead of smacking the king upside the head, I knelt. The brown-eyed Elf, who had moved for his weapon when I stepped forward, looked amazed.
The Elvish king -whose name, I found out, was Thranduil- smiled. A cruel smile. He ordered me into chains and dragged me home with the rest of his company, smirking all the way.
