Hello to everyone... this is my FF of LotR, soooo let's hope it works out. This story will have elements most of the movies but also of my own imagination. You know, this is what happens when you can't sleep for a couple of nights.
All reviews are welcome just don't be so hard with me because as I said, this is my first FF of LofR. Now, I hope you enjoy it.
Although in the first chapters, mainly in the first, there does not seem to be a lot of action, in the following chapters I promise that that is going to change.
I am also rewriting the first chapters due to drafting problems; just give me time for it. Nevertheless, I'll keep posting but, this time, with better drafting.
Actually, I've been posting with a "better" drafting the last four chapters, so… give me time.
It is the problem that one has when English is not the native language.
Ah! By the way, the title is based on a medieval myth very, very old, which also has many variants, but I shall rely on the oldest and most original of all.
Many of the data in this fan fiction to be told about the dragons are true. Other, shall be created from my own imagination by literary reasons.
I want to give special thanks to Celridel because she's helping me improving my drafting in which I'm awful due, as I said before, English is not my native language, so... thanks a lot Celridel.
Now, I hope that you enjoy and... Here we go:
Chapter 1: Here we go!
The blow was painful, but since she had shared her heart with a dragon, her level of pain tolerance had risen.
The only things that she and her dragon had suffered were a few scratches and that because they had rolled earlier on the grass and had crashed with a tree.
"Well, I suppose any landing where one can still walk is considered as a good landing." she said, standing up and stumbling a little.
The dragon that was at her side stood up, shaking his head and looking slightly stunned.
"Hey! You alright?" the woman asked, a little concerned, while stroking his big, black head.
The Black Dragon roared smoothly in response.
"I'm gl…"
She stopped abruptly, hearing a soft sound.
She glanced at the dragon meaningfully, and then both looked around them.
While the dragon showed his fearsome teeth, sliding into a crouching position, the woman balled up her hands into fists ready for any battle.
"We are surrounded." she whispered to him in a strange tongue.
The dragon responded with a growl.
"Yes, I know. Our chance is your fire against their arrows. But you're still dazed. We could be in trouble." replied the woman.
The Black Dragon looked at her and she to him as if both spoke to each other with a word.
"Very well then… the best form of defense is attack." she said finally, still speaking the language.
And both dragon and woman were ready to attack when an elderly man with a long beard, dressed in gray, and carrying a staff appeared from the woods.
"I am not an enemy." he said instantly, whilst making the universal signal of surrender.
The Black Dragon and the woman looked at each other, surprised and doubtful.
"Who are you?" asked the woman coldly.
"By the Válar! Amazing! I thought this already had not happened nor would never again!" said Gandalf, astonished to see the eyes of the dragon and the woman.
Both looked surprised from the one to the other, suspicion growing in their minds.
"I said who are you? Answer now or you will be cooked where you stand, and I don't not care that we are surrounded." said the woman menacingly.
The elderly man seemed still in a daze, staring especially at their eyes, but when he saw that a ball of fire began to form in the jaws of the Black Dragon, he snapped to the reality.
"Did you see them?" he asked, surprised.
"Of course that I saw them! I would be blind and deaf not to know that they are here!" she replied angrily. "Now, for the last time I ask you: who-are-you?"
"Oh, of course! Where are my manners? My name is Gandalf the Gray." the Wizard answered with a smile and a slight inclination of his head by way of greeting.
"Gandalf?" she repeated incredulously. "I am not in the mood to jest. What is your name? Your real name."
"I've already told you. I am not joking." he replied, a frown on his face. "Now, may I know your name?"
The woman and the dragon stared at each other.
None of the two believed in the words of the strange old man, but maybe playing along with him would be useful. After all they need to know where they were and what was going on before taking their leave.
"I'm Lenore." she said finally.
"Greatest pleasure to meet you, Lenore. What is the name of your dragon?" he asked.
The dragon growled. Lenore looked alarmed.
"The name of my dragon?" she said, feigning disbelief.
"Of course. All Dragons have a name; you surely know this."
"Why do you think that I would know such thing?"
"Because you share your heart with this dragon." he answered calmly
The woman paled, and the dragon crouched lower, preparing to attack.
"Who told you so?!" the woman asked, while the Black Dragon held in his jaws a ball of fire to fry Gandalf with.
"I am a wizard and though the lore about dragons is ancient indeed and almost forgotten in Middle-Earth, I know it." he replied, holding up his hand to the archers to make no move on the woman or dragon.
He paused.
"I know that you're from another realm and that, in some way, you know certain things that we must have. I know that you share your heart with this dragon because your eyes, and the way to speak to each other. It is obvious indeed."
"What kind of knowledge are we talking about?" asked Lenore, skeptical "I mean, I know about Middle-Earth because I've read the Edda several times."
"Your knowledge is because of a dream you had a long time ago, and that was your inspiration to write a song. Why are you here? Because the Válar allowed me to bring you here. You are needed, you and your dragon."
"Why did these… Válar guys chose us? Starting with who are these Válar guys?"
"I know you have many questions, for in your realm, the only known thing about Endur is that book of Edda."
"Un-huh. Well, I have to tell you Gandalf, that I am not the only one who knows the Edda."
"That is true. There are many scholars of the Edda, but you know the most of it because of who you are. And not only that, but you also had a dream with which you wrote a song that is not a simple melody, but a prophecy which tells of our future, and we need those clues that are described in your song. Tell me, how many scholars know this and have written a song like yours?"
Lenore opened the mouth to refute what Gandalf had said, but could not.
She swallowed, and began. "Very well then. So my dragon and I are very important because we have, right? And we know something that you don't because my dragon and I share….."
The Black Dragon interrupted her with a growl.
"There is no point in hiding, he already knows." she snapped at him in their language.
The Black Dragon seemed to calm down, but did not look convinced.
"So… now what?" she continued. "We tell you the song and that is all?"
"No. We need to talk to you and know all."
"We?" repeated Lenore.
"Lord Elrond and the representatives of the races of dwarves and men."
Lenore looked at the Black Dragon. "And who is this Lord Elrond?"
"He is the ruler of Rivendell."
"Rivendell?" she repeated again.
"Is the last Homely House of the Elves."
Elves, dwarves, and men! O my! Are you sure we're not dreaming?!" Lenore cried, looking up at the dragon, who seemed also to be astonished.
"None of you are dreaming." intervened Gandalf
"Or maybe we hit our head harder than we thought." muttered Lenore.
"Lenore, listen. Middle-Earth needs you" said Gandalf with such vehemence that Lenore began to feel slightly convinced.
"I have asked the Creature many times for help and, finally, He has given us some help to defeat a dangerous and powerful enemy."
Lenore looked at the Black Dragon who looked her questioningly.
" Well, I think that we do not have many options." she told the dragon with a shrug.
Gandalf cleared his throat, awaiting their response.
"Alright. Where is this… Rivendell?"
"Come with me."
The dragon took a step forward, and instantly, at least a dozen elves armed with long bows and arrows appeared from the foliage, aiming at the pair.
"Do not attack. They are what we need. The Válar have sent them to assist us" said Gandalf to the elves in Sindarin
Although not convinced and against their will, the elves lowered their bows.
"Come, there's no time to waste." said Gandalf.
Lenore and the Black Dragon looked at each other and, after a brief hesitation, followed the wizard.
They were surrounded by Elves as they went, who clearly neither trusted nor liked them.
"Yes, I know. This is foolish but we don't have too many options and you know it." muttered Lenore.
The Black Dragon softly snorted.
Lenore chuckled.
"Yes, I agree. Next time we don't approach to the light at the end of the tunnel… literally."