Hello everyone! I'm sitting here at A-School and working my butt off. To complete the never-ending stack of homework that has taken the notion of emulating Tetris and never stops dropping on me... Ughhhh!

Anyways I will not be updating the Unknown Defender just yet, seeing as I do not currently have the time to make a 7,000 + word chapter for that grammatically erroneous, yet popular story. (That and I do not currently have Microsoft word on this PC I Slapped together over here at A-School in California) However I will be adding some teasers and short stories to my sparse inventory of Tales tied to my Fanfiction Account.
This latest one... well let's just say the idea has been on my mind for a while now. To my fellow fanfiction writers who are reading this. I, Gabenator5 do challenge you to make your own stories based on scenarios like these. Lord of the Rings crossovers are by no means non-existent, but I've noticed a distinct lack of non-slash stories that aren't adult rated for "lovey-dovey," content. Or just terribly written in general.

I hope to inspire a revolution of aspiring beginning authors. Who would rather write an actual adventure fanfic, than read a trashy story consisting of no plot and all slash/sexual fantasies... Sadly, there is a lack of good authors doing so at this time. (not that there isn't any, to those who are! I am eternally grateful for your stories!)

Disclaimer: I do not own How to train your Dragon or Lord of the Rings. (Duh!)

So, without Farther ado, ON WITH THE STORY!

(06/06/2018 implemented a much-needed grammar update)

It was midnight over the Archipelago! Betwixt the Isle of Berk and the islands of Bog, one would find the winds blowing fiercely, as a dark fog of blackest black that blotted out the stars was driven before it's gusts.

A fog that was tainted with an unusual feel, if one were to be surrounded by this black mist they would feel watched. Their every move being scrutinized by something... Intangible, something that feels maybe... intelligent, yet perhaps not.

There are no words to explain this, for in order to understand the magnitude of this experience one must be present to experience it for themselves. However, betwixt Berk and Bog, there was a rider. A rider who found himself trapped in this black fog. And from his point of view, he may as well have originated from the very depths of Nifelheim.

Not just any rider mind you! No, this rider was a tribal chieftain.

The chief's steed was no ordinary noble steed either; this steed was a legendary black-scaled dragon that struck fear into nearly all who faced its fiery blue wrath.

This dragon was a Night Fury! One of the last of its race.

The rider was a Haddock, a living myth, and a legend of the Archipelago. The stories and tales of these two companions had spread far and wide... To even the very gates of Rome!

Rome! Where the people laughed at the absurdity of barbarians and dragons forming a strong alliance and friendship. While the emperor, generals, and Senate debated the intelligence of their scouts and the reports from what remained of Bludvist's forces. The same forces that had fled the Archipelago to all corners of the known world after their defeat.

The dragon lord! The myths, rumors, and stories called him. A friend of beasts and tamer of all that breathed fire and walked with scaled legs. They called him a foe of undefeatable might and skill, who commanded armies of barbarians and granted scaled steeds to those who earned a place in his army's ranks.

If chief Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third, had heard these stories he would have been mortified. While in direct response to his reaction his mighty steed Toothless would be dying from mirth.

As it was, the young chieftain was on route back to berk from a diplomatic meeting with Camacazi, chieftess of the Bog-Burglars; who held the Bog Islands and her tribes in a firm grip. A meeting instigated by the alliance pact of the Berserker tribe with the Lava-louts and Outcasts, swearing to oppose Berk and all allies the dragon-loving island held ties with.

And what allies Berk didst have! Many distant tribes came and swore non-aggression oaths to Berks chief. In return small flocks of dragons who were willing, were granted to those tribes for periods of time. A group of Gronckles and their handlers on loan for three months' time, would more than triple a village smithy's production abilities. Not to mention the detailed plans that could be bought from the village of Berk for better mills, houses, granaries, well... Better everything. Plans these hirable Berkian workforces completed within a short amount of time.

Berk was now rich! In becoming so, they enriched many others with better lives and had inspired a revolution of inventions and ideas. In response to Hiccup's own impact on Berk, many a wise chief was paying far more attention to the bookworms and innovators of their villages. It was an inventions race, an ideas race, an arms race!

And Berk was already leagues ahead of all others. With the Bogs and Meathead tribes coming closest to reaching Berks strength, but still falling short of achieving equal power with the runaway Island that festered with dragons and crazy Vikings alike.

The dragons would stay at Berk; it was where their alphas resided. Both the alpha Night fury and the old white Bewilder beast. The latter of which lay mostly paralyzed in the last nest it would ever have enough power to make, located to the side of Berks harbor.
The gentle giant had set itself the task of watching over the dragon hatchlings that sheltered in his final home during the deep dark winters of Berk... the dragons of and Vikings of Berk brought it sustenance voluntarily, in his old age and weakened condition the former alpha did not need much to live his final years in peace.

Without the dragons leaving Berk, The Hooligans had total grasp of the title of the most powerful tribe in the Archipelago. A title chief Hiccup used wisely, to both dissuade enemies and inspire allies. Ruling for a mere three years, it was a miracle the number of accomplishments the young man had instilled into his ever-growing tribe and flock.

Now he faced trying times; Roman scout fleets had been breaching the borders of the Archipelago. The minor tribes located there were friendly to Berk and had been begging for dragon forces to combat this new invader. The Romans had stopped their advances, but their actions worried Hiccup and his fellow chiefs... It stank of preparations for a full invasion.

And the alliance of the most powerful tribes, which were determined to stick to the old ways and force all others to do the same, was throwing a wrench in Hiccup and his allied chiefs plans for the possible approaching Roman invasion.

So, it was that Haddock found himself waylaid on his return journey home to his wife and young child, waylaid by a foul fog of mysterious origin. Shoving aside the feeling of being watched, the chief of Berk utilized the compass and altimeter on his wrist gauntlet to fly blind. Putting trust in his experiences and instincts of his companion to guide them both back to hearth and home.

But that was not to be.

Another power had a different idea as to how things would occur for the young chief, for an ancient power stared at him through the black mist. It stared at both rider and dragon from a distant reality, a far different universe! Stared and found it's interest piqued by the friend of dragons and chief Berk. A mere man who had the skill of the very ones this power didst have a hand in making.

The chief of Berk was indeed a genius inventor whose craft and skill interested this watcher who could see all the young chief was and all he could be. Reaching forth his power and influence the Ainur, that had until now only watched. Reached across the worlds and closed its invisible yet titanic hand around both man and dragon.
And with a yank, the Ainur displaced both from their world and brought them to another.

From the perspectives of both Hiccup and Toothless, it seemed as if the black fog intensified, before all around them arcs of multi-colored lightning flew about. A great inertia fell upon the two, enough to nearly make them lose the contents of their stomachs.
A feeling of falling befell them and both lost consciousness.

The rest of their world transitioning journey cannot be told for it cannot be seen by mortal eyes. Upon their travels completion, the Ainur dumped them at a place he felt most fitting, then turned his gaze back to where he had nabbed the legendary pair.

It could be awhile yet, but the dragon lord's Nadder queen would be along to find her dearest husband. And Aulë knew that a despairing Hiccup was not what he needed.

His last attempt at meddling in things had gotten him a rebuke, but as to this... well he had his reasons. Thus, he waited and betwixt the isles of Berk and Bog. And black mist churned in anticipation.

First short chapter done. Now I need to get back to homework for a while, I'm learning about transmissions! And by golly is there a lot to cover… -_-
Until next time this Gabenator5 SIGNING OFF!