T.A. 2770

The night was quiet and still, peaceful. Only a single shooting star could be seen disturbing this still night. Even the normal sounds of creatures of the night were not to be heard. In the silence if one listened closely, the distressed cry of an infant could be heard.

Way upon the top of the highest peak of the highest mountain within the great Eagles Eyrie the King of Eagles, Gwaihir, descendant of the greatest Eagle who ever lived, Thorondor, awoke to the the very sound of the distressed youngling. Stretching his great wings he took flight, soaring down to right above the tree tops, following the noise. He found the infant in a clearing within a crater about the size of a small pond. The whee one was unclothed and slightly blue due to the frigged night air. Gwaihir landed gracefully on the edge of the clearing and carefully approached the young one. Upon closer inspection he realized that this was no ordinary youngling. This was unmistakably a gift from the Great Eru Ilúvatar for the infant child that lay at his feet was what undoubtedly appeared like a Thanagarian baby. An immortal creature from the fabled planet of Thanagar, a fantasy land belonging in hatchling tales that eagles told their young. The infant appeared at first glance to posses elven characteristics in bodily form. Pale skin that seemed to be glowing in the night, pointed ears, but unlike the elves of Middle Earth, the child's ears were elongated at the tops then tapering off to a point. With a tuff of hair black as night and watery blue eyes as deep as the sea. The youngling was a sight to behold. But, the detail that was telling of the child's Thanagarian heritage were the prominent pair of feathered wings protruding from the infants back. This child's wings were a sky blue in pigmentation.

Gwaihir gazed upon the infant catching it's attention. He observed that the child was female in gender. They locked eyes. Enchanted by the young ones gaze Gwaihir whispered in common tongue, "Hello whee-one what brings you so far from your nest?" He stroked the child's face with a gentle talon. Making a decision Gwaihir carefully scooped up the little one and took flight back toward his mountain. The child's cries were silenced as she was lulled asleep by the sound of the breeze.

Once back at the mountain Gwaihir gathered some soft, dry moss and created a makeshift nest for the hatchling. Gently placing the still sleeping baby upon the nest. He finally relaxed as he nestled down right next to her to keep her warm. Tonight has been ... eventful. He chuckles to himself. He falls asleep to the thoughts of the future that lies ahead of the sleeping child under his wing, obviously Eru has great plans in wait of this child.

Mean while in at the Lonely Mountain... fire burned amber on the land, destroying all in its path. The body count too great to put into a number. Screams echoed on the breeze. Cries of sorrow and despair, tears of loss and sadness were the only things to be heard and seen on this terrible night.

A fierce fire breathing creature. Hide stronger than any metal known to man. This creature is known as a dragon. As terrifying as the thought of death but as beautiful as the afterlife. Smaug is his name. A deep rumble resonates in his chest as he settles down within the stacks of dwarven treasures.

In Lothlórien:

Galadriel gasps as she falls to her knees, stumbling back from her mirror as the water evaporates. Flashbacks of the images she just saw play in her head. Haunted by such evils to come she stands shakily. However, hope remains from the image of the infant creature that just fell from the sky moments ago. Such a bright future, this young one possesses. Galadriel thinks to herself. A future as bright as the stars from which she fell, with opportunities plenty, and power unknown. Raising this child has been entrusted to the race of Great Eagles by the Eru. A honor unlike any other and but also a burden of responsibility equal to a King of a great nation.

"Mani naa ta, a'maelamin?" {What is it, my beloved?} Galadriel turned around to find her husband Celeborn looking at her inquisitively. "Estela, melamin." {Hope, my love.}

Things to know:

The Great Eagles speak a form of Elvish.

Thorondor is the King of Eagles. You know the huge eagles that pretty much are either used as transportation or end up saving everyone from certain doom.

Thanagar is in the DC universe the planet where Hawkwoman and Hawkman come from.

Eru Ilúvatar is the deity of Middle Earth.

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