this is my first story. I one nothing only the draygons and anyone that is of this race. Everything else belongs to JRR Tolkien. He should have shared. Darn. Hope you enjoy.

Prologue

Many people have heard of all the different creatures in Middle Earth, but one: the Draygons (pronounced Dray-gone). We are very close to kin with the elves. Sometimes, we will be referred to as the "first born." We can master, or change, into any dragon. The human or elf form is the form we take so we look like others. In our dragon forms we tend to scare. The only difference is our eyes.

Every draygon has a different eye color that corresponds to the dragon they can turn into. (For instance, gold for the Dark Dragon or silver for the Silver Dragon.) There are about fifty dragons to change into, but most can only master two. It takes years to master a dragon. You have to be able to change into it and act just like it with its power. Each draygon is born with a dragon they have already mastered in the womb. They can choose others to study and master. There are few draygons who have master them all, (or all, but one). I am one that has mastered them all. As have my twin brothers and father. Only one dragon is reserved for the royal family, the Dark Dragon.

Most would think that Smaug was the darkest dragon, but was not. The Dark Dragon can shoot out spikes of poison from its mouth along with blue flame that is very hot. This dragon can only be used by the royal family which is the reason we became the top family.

My people still live in Middle Earth, but we are hidden. During the time of the Last Alliance, we were given the job of spying on the enemy. We were to scout the terrain of Mordor and count the number of orcs that we would fight. Any and all draygons that could become evil dragons were chosen for this task. Men used this as a way to say we were spying on them, not on the enemy. The men believed their king and started to hurt us, but it all ended when King Isildur killed our queen, my mother.

I watched as they slaughter my mother before my very eyes. They held my brothers, Lord Elrond's sons, Thranduil's son, and my self while they killed her. They ripped the babe that she had in her womb from her and tortured him before our eyes. They died on that field. I can still hear my father's cries as he held his love and dead son in his arms. It tortures me to this day.

That broke my father. He moved us to a different part of Middle Earth. We left our friends and allies behind to never be seen again. We wouldn't be seen for another 3000 years when the Ring of Power resurfaced.

Chapter 1: Dreams

I ran crying through the trees. Everything was a blur to me. I had to find my friend, but I could not find him. I turned in the direction of his hidden lake. I had to tell him the sad news. I had been running for what seemed like for ever when I saw him. He must have seen my distress because he opened his arms to me.

"Legolas, we have to leave!" I cried as I threw myself into his arms.

"What!?! You'll be back, right?" a 300 year old Legolas yelled.

"Father doesn't want anyone getting hurt after what happened to mother. I wish I could stay, but we are all leaving. We won't be back, ever," wailed a 297 year old me.

We held on for what seemed like hours, but really maybe for a couple of minutes.

"Lothril, you need to look at me." I obeyed. "We will see each other again, but for now let me give you something to remember me by." He lifted the silver necklace which held a silver leaf over his head and placed it over mine. I tried to protest, but he would not hear of it.

"Then I shall give you my necklace." It had a gold chain with a dragon pendant sporting golden, glass eyes.

We hugged for some time. We did not want to separate. I felt like my heart was being ripped from my chest. I then heard my father's voice telling me it was time to go. I gave Legolas a swift kiss on the cheek and then ran from the clearing with tears in my eyes. Had I turned around I would have seen an equally teary-eyed prince touching his kissed cheek and blushing.

With that, I woke up. I was now 3321 and ready to find my friend and help in the fight against the Ring. We had felt the evil rising everywhere and I had decided that we could no longer ignore it. I began my way to the throne room, after I had dressed, to once more try and convince my father to fight.