The Rising Wind

by Jayfeattheris Awesome

Uncle Thorin has told Fili and Kili that dragons are evil. That they must be killed. But one day, both of them go against everything their uncle has taught them in the hopes of a new ally. But is spareing a newborn dragonet they find in the wood the right thing to do? And when the time comes, will she spare them as well? Or are all dragons as Thorin says they are? * T for battle *

1. Chapter 1

OH MY GOSH! THE PLAGUE IS OVER!

I.

CAN.

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YEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! It has been, SO long since I've posted a new fic! This new profile doesn't have the "Profile Death Glitch" on it! I can post new fics! And I'm going to be posting empty fic slots, with explanations regarding the PDG(Profile Death Glitch), on my profile, as insurance in case this glitch ever happens again. if it does, then at least I'll have some pre-created extra fic slots to post a few new fics in before I go crazy. I'll do the same to the slots on my old profile where these fics used to be.

If you want any information on the PDG, or what the heck is going on here, visit my old profile and skip to the last chapter or two; It should provide some more clarifying information.

The summer night air was crisp with the scent of lush leaves fresh from spring, and apples hung off of a tree nearby the small gray boulder with a large, white stone leaning up against it. A large pond with water gurgling into it from a small river had kept the grass in the small clearing lush and green, with small white flowers scattered across the area.

Suddenly, faint tapping noises came from the white stone, and it began to crack. The stone looked old, and was covered in dust, dirt, and small bits of plant growth that had made its way up the stone over time. A small bit of the stone cracked and chipped off, and a small white head poked out and cried out feebly.

The small creature struggled for a little bit, but then the weak shell collapsed, and the newborn dragonet tumbled onto the grass, covered in slime, and unmoving. Several hours past, and the only sign that the hatchling was alive was the faint rise and fall of her stomach as she breathed, which was getting visibly weaker.

A figure entered the clearing, seeming out of place among the greenery of the forest. She was an elf with pale hair, and a pure white gown that dragged along the ground. She made her way over to the boulder, and crouched down beside the white dragonet.

"You are pure. You are something new in a world that is on the hinge of falling into darkness that is only beginning to gather. For every dark thing, there is a light, even though some are blind to it. All is pure once, but then tainted, though not all pure things need fade away." She murmured placing a hand on the hatchling's neck. The baby dragon let out a peaceful sigh, and shifted into a position that made her look as it she was sleeping.

"You will be great, though the light will be hard for some to find." The elf said, smiling.

The elf got up, and made her way back to the trees, turning to glance over her shoulder at the dragonet that now was sleeping peacefully; it's breathing strong, and its legs twitching happily as it dreamed. She smiled, and disappeared into the woods.

A whisper seemed to follow through the breeze as she left. "The wind will come… One who comes from mountain stone, will help the king reclaim his throne…Made guardian of Durin's folk, will run across the mountain slope… The Wind Is Comeing…"

Please review; reposting this fic means that it no longer has any noticeable publicity or popularity. I would really appreciate it if the review count could be reguvinated. Oh, and to those of you who actually follow Amberstar of Thunderclan's Siblings, it will be posted on her profile shortly.