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Lord Elrond was oddly silent for a moment or two before he turned his attention to Draco, who crossed her arms and was just glaring at the two of them. She hated the fact she was being ignored and talked about as though she was not even in the same room as them.
"I hope you are wrong about what she is, Gandalf. I really hope she is not the one from the old legend." He said softly as he looked deeply uneasy about what was happening.
"I hope, I'm wrong as well about what she is as well, Lord Elrond. However I sadly know I'm not mistaken about what she is or what her destiny is." Gandalf said looking grim.
"What legend? What Destiny?" Draco asked sharply in a very annoyed tone.
"One you do not need to know about. At least not at this very moment." Gandalf said slowly while he looked older than before as Draco took in his appearance. Draco snarled deeply at his words as her eyes shifted to their reptillian appearence once more. She was about to snap harshly at him but Lord Elrond gently gripped her shoulder gently making her glare up at him.
"We have our reasons as to why we are keeping this legend from you, however I promise we will inform you of this legend soon. As for your destiny that is still up to you." Lord Elrond said. Draco said nothing as she simply glared up at him before sending another ice filled glare towards Gandalf.
"It's been a long journey for her. So shall we go see if the feast is ready? I'm sure a nice hot meal, would do her some good as well as our selves." Gandalf suggested as he tried to change the subject. Draco twitched at those words she was no fool, he was trying to avoid this conversation in any way possible.
"That reminds me, Strider mentioned how the child was not eating and how she had no appetite. Care to exsplain or inform me of why she is not eating normally?" Lord Elrond said in concern.
"I'm just not hungry." Draco said bitterly.
Gandalf sighed at that piece of information. "I can not say I'm surprised by that. However it does leave some concerns, at how his soul is currently supplying her strength as it makes some adjustments to her body so it will not over welm her or cause her body to shut down from all the stress his soul is causing her as it adjusts to it's new host until it can reunite with its own body or at least try to."
"You two make it sound like I'm being possessed or something." Draco snapped bitterly. Gandalf looked at her for a moment without saying a word. "Are you serious!? Do I honestly look possessed to you!?" She hissed at them in rage as her reptillian eyes glowed inhumanly for a brief second.
"Actually you do." Lord Elrond stated making her growl up at him as he swore he saw the face of a dragon staring back at him. "You might not look it or be even aware of the possession, Draco. However you do show the symptoms of a possession and I can even see the sighns of one. Which is why a sealing must be done. However it will take a few weeks to gather the needed items for the sealing and at least a full day for someone to be chosen to monitor the seal in case you can not suppress the soul sharring your body." Lord Elrond said in concern as he moved his hand off of Draco's shoulder.
"So this sealing...it's safe, right?" Draco asked in suspicion as she forced her eyes to shift back to their normal appearence.
"No sealing is without some risks, however it should be safe in your case. At least in theory it should be...unless the restless soul tries to fight the sealing process." Gandalf said sounding very unsure of how safe this sealing actually was.
"I refuse the sealing. " Draco said firmly as she glared at Gandalf and at Lord Elrond for good measure. She did not like how they were just ignoring her completely and it was clear they were also hiding information from her. If they wanted her trust, this sure as hell was not the way to do it.
"You will not have a choice in this decision, Draco. It's for your own safety and for everyone in Middle Earth's safety as well." Gandalf stated in a firm tone making Draco growl at him.
"Keeping me in the dark on matters that involve me or my well being is not helping or gaining my trust any time soon, old man." Draco snapped with a deep growl echoing in her words.
"Draco, please try to understand. What we keep from you is for your own good and for your well being as well as the well being of everyone else. Everything will be explained in good time...especially once we have a better understanding of the situation at hand." Gandalf said making Draco stand up and walk over to the door. "Where-?"
"I'm going to go exsploring! Since you two like to keep me in the dark on what the hell is going on and not exsplaining a damn thing to me." She hissed in rage before leaving the room and slamming the heavy door behind her as she left.
"That could have gone better..." Lord Elrond said softly as he sits down at his desk.
"Actually that went a lot more smoothly than I thought it would have. I'm surprised she kept as calm as she did." Gandalf said as he sat down. "In all honesty I thought she would have lashed out at me."
"I should send word to Erebor, to warn them about "his" possible return." Lord Elrond said softly.
"Normally I would agree with you...However we will need to wait." Gandalf said as he stared at Lord Elrond.
"Gandalf, if he is still alive they need to be warned immediately." Lord Elrond said firmly.
"We have other problems at hand, then the possible return of one dragon from the North and the possibility of Draco being the one of legend. The threat of Mordor and the one ring must be delt with first, before Sauron's army becomes unstopable, and before they can locate the ring's location." Gandalf spoke in a very grim tone.
Lord Elrond closed his eyes briefly as he allowed the situation to sink in fully. "I know your right, however I still do not like the idea of having the ring here of all places. Our time here is growing short in Middle Earth and our power is not what it once was. The situation with the child is also troubling for I have never seen or delt with a child who has fallen so far into darkness, who also might be the one the old legends fore told about. I also know you're hiding something else about her, Gandalf." Lord Elrond stated in a knowing tone.
"What I know is not for me to say...at least not at this time. How is Frodo?" Gandalf asked softly. Lord Elrond sighed softly before informing him on Frodo's condition, knowing Gandalf would not speak any more on the subject.
Meanwhile Draco was walking down the hallways muttering angrilly under her breath. She paused when something seemed to be calling out to her. True there was no voice but just a strong unshakable feeling that something was calling out to her. She followed the strange sensations until she found herself outside her room once more.
Suspicious and using extreame caution she very slowly entered her room as she closed the door silently behind her. She was on guard incase someone or something was inside her room waiting to steal the one ring or the other ring she found. She slowly began searching the entire room. To her relief and fustration she found nothing out of the ordinary or anyone else in the room.
She growled in annoyance. Where the hell is this strange sensation coming from?! Her mind screamed in annoyance.
"Check your bag." The voice huffed inside her mind.
My travel bag? Draco wondered as she blinked in confusion as she approached her bag. She slowly opened it just to make sure the two rings were still inside. She released a soft breath of relief when she spotted the two rings inside. The damn horocrux ring was something she hoped to be rid of as soon as Frodo recovered or regained conciousness. Okay so it's not the rings calling out to me...than it has to be...that strange book.
Draco slowly pulled the book out of her bag as she slid the two rings back inside her travel bag. That was when she began hearing strange chanting that was echoing from the book itself, a chanting only she could hear. The voice inside her head hissed loudly in response but did not say a word.
She slowly opened the book. Once more glowing words began appearing across it's pages. The words appeared to be elvish but at the same time they appeared more like ancient runes, and yet she was able to read it as clear as English.
Soon as she traced her finger against the page as she began to try and read the writing, there was a sudden flash of blinding light and a strong burning sensation that flowed through her entire body, that came directly from the book itself.
The room seemed to spin out of control around her as a intense burning pain errupted deep within her. She found herself unable to scream out from the pain or even able to move. The chanting seemed to grow louder with each second that passed.
Strangely the chanting reminded her of something straight out of a videogame series known as The Elder Scrolls by the videogame company Bethesda or something similair to it. She could not make out the words clearly but she was almost posstive she reconised one word...the word Dovahkiin or Dragonborn as it was translated as.
Her eyes soon rolled up into her head as the book slipped out of her hands. The book hit the floor with a loud thud before it snapped closed just seconds before Draco lost conciousness and collapsed to the floor.
Before she slipped into unconciousness. A ghostly image of a woman who looked like her actual true appearence suddenly crouched down to her level and whispeared only a few words. The one diffence was the eyes, these eyes were solid black with glowing blood red slits in them as they clearly appeared reptillian like. She wore black hooded robes like that of the grim reapper would have worn.
"Go to Erebor...seek out the false king under the mountain and return the stone to it's true king, who rests in eternal slumber as you free the souls within...the false king is after the throne of Gondor and is the Dark Lord of Mordor's true heir. Beware a life must be sacraficed durring the final battle to set things right...a king must die, a queen returned to her home and a dragon must be born from the ashes of death. Two souls now linked as one...death waits for your part of the deal to be fulfilled." She hissed in a raspy tone. "Remember your deal...only than will you understand everything and be free of your burden that you have carried for so long."
That was all Draco could remember other than the fact she was waking up with a very concerned looking elf crouched beside her. He was speaking to her but she could not reconise what he was saying as the strange chanting echoed in her head along with a deep growl and a roar of rage. She soon slipped back into unconciousness once more just as the elf began to scream out something to a few guards who quickly ran into the room.
Meanwhile Lord Elrond and Gandalf were in a deep conversation about Frodo's health and what to do about the ring. When the door flew opened revealing a very pale elven guard. Lord Elrond stood up in concern. "You're needed at once in the halls of healing, Lord Elrond, and you as well Gandalf... The child...she...opened some kind of spell book."
"What did this book look like?" Gandalf asked quickly as Lord Elrond and himself took off running for the halls of healing as the guard ran beside them. They soon arrived to see an elf placing a cool damp wash cloth on Draco's forehead. She was very pale, twitching and breathing harshly like she was gasping for air. The orange glow over her heart was shining brightly through her clothes.
"It's A black leather book with no words on it. However a very faint image of a dragon's face can be seen if you hold the book's cover in a certain way." The guard said as he pointed to the book on the near by table. It looked like a harmless book in appearence as did most books, however magic filled books were not always harmless. Some spell books could cause insteant death to a untrained being with no skills for enchantments or spell casting.
It was sheer dumb luck the small child was still alive after opening such a book. She might have the natural born gift at being a enchanter or a spell caster which most likely saved her life. However the problem remained of what type of spell book, did the child open or unleashed upon herself. Not all forms of magic were good. Some were purely evil and very destructive.
"Has anyone else opened this book?!" Lord Elrond demanded in the concern of the well being of the child and of his people. He ran over to help heal the child who appeared to be gasping for air.
"Yes...but there is no words on any of it's pages but we can feel magic within it. No one has been effected in the same way as the child has been." The elf who was helping Draco stated as he tried to comfort the unconcious child who wimpeared in pain despite her harsh breathing that sounded like gasping.
"That's because she has absord all of the book's spells and knowelge...it's now a harmless book that only she can read if she needs to. She is the one from the legends...this symbol is of the Dovahkiin." Gandalf said as he examined the book himself as he tried to use his own magic to reveal what was inside the pages that appeared blank but the book refused to reveal it's secrets due to it being a far ancient form of magic, one long forgotten and only practiced by the ancient mages of old.
A group of wizards or witches that been in hiding for centuries and were believed to have perished around the same time Gondor fell. If any of them were still alive they were most likely in deep hiding.
"Glorfindel...who found her unconcious?" Lord Elrond asked in concern.
"It was me...I heard about her strange illness from the hobbits and went to check on her...you know the rest." He said softly.
"Gandalf-"
"She will be okay in a few hours...some spell books can be quickly absorbed but it puts a temporary toll on the person's body...Let her rest." Gandalf said softly. "In the meantime we need to get things ready for the sealing and prepare for the quest at hand."
Lord Elrond frowned as he looked down at the child in concern as he pushed some of his magic into her to help lower her fever. "She's the Dovahkiin? I thought that was just an old story." Glorfindel said with wide eyes as he turned to fast Gandalf who leaned heavily on his staff.
"I'm afraid the dovahkiin is very real...this will make the sealing much more difficult." Gandalf said in a knowing tone. "I just hope the child gets along with whoever we choose to monitor the seal or else things will go down hill fast."
"I'm sure everything will be fine." Glorfindel said never noticing Gandalf's worried exspression on his face. Lord Elrond stared down at the glow over the child's heart as it slowly faded away just as her fever slowly went away.
To be continued...