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*** Note I – A big thank you to those favoring, following and reviewing my fanfic; it really makes me happyyy~ =') You people are awesome, and I hope you enjoy this next chapter~! =D ***
*** Note II – Disclaimer: I obviously do not own the too-awesome-for-words Tolkien Universe. I own my OCs and my imagination~ :3 ***
*** Note III – Okie Dokie Loki, so this chapter is pretty much the prologue for the "actual" story~ And as I've mentioned before, all chapters prior this is one giant prologue of backstory~ I did this 'cause I wanted to build up how things came to be. I wanted to write about dragons in the First, Second and Third Ages – not just the Third, where there it's limited and not very fun and blah . . . The earlier the Ages, the more magical and awesome and fun they are . . . *sighs tragically* . . . ANYWAYS: I also really wanted to write about Ancalagon and extend his life a bit so that he doesn't die during the War of Wrath (and a dragon as majestic as him deserves more screen time. Plus, I love playing with him). In addition, I wanted an excuse to write about a little kid Smaug~ xDDD ***
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~ 010 – His Precious Daughter ~
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"Never that which is shall die."
~ Euripides
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… Second Age 36 …
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Hee hee.
Guess who's finally one hundred years old? Today marks my next chapter in the dragon life: Deciding whether or not I want a secondary form right now; and if a 'yes,' then choosing and morphing into aforementioned form. Also, I have only just come to learn that once I'm in the secondary form for the first time, I will have to stay in said form for one month straight without reverting back to my original draconic self. This is because if I do end up changing prior the passing of the month, something will apparently happen to my genes where my morphing ability will end up in a permanent comatose of sorts . . . So, exactly one month offers the proper changes, acceptances and adjustments for my body to be able to handle the mutation.
These lands are in Lindon – Gil-Galad's realm was established sometime during the first year of this age, and he is gradually becoming the Lord of Eriador. A major wedding also took place two years after that: Lossëa became Gil-Galad's queen; and apparently, up until the day of the wedding, he was forced to deal with Lërynion's over-dramatics . . . Actually, now that I remember, I have indeed witnessed some of the general's antics. Suffice to say, it was so very hilarious.
A deep sadness had resonated within most of us during an important Tolkien Timeline event about four years ago – Gil-Galad and Círdan were slightly more grieved. And Elrond. Oh my Manwë, do not even get me started on him! The older Half-Elven twin was (and is still) quite heartbroken with regards to the ordeal. And so far from my current understanding, Elrond continues to be pissed off at me for not telling him that this would come to pass . . . Four years ago, the younger Half-Elven twin decided to be a part of the race of Man. Although actually coming to terms with that decision more than four years ago, Elros did not undergo his human change until the early morning of the day that he and a huge group of mortals were to sail to the Island of Númenor. . .
The air is chilly, but rather pleasing. It is also quite moist – the rain was heavy last night – yet it smells fresh and almost sweet, like the faint scent of honey and strawberries. Currently, it is very early in the morning; in fact, the sun is only just peeking out from the horizon. Hiding between tree branches and leaves, the birds chirp and sing to greet the new spring day. There is a lake that is neither too small nor too large within a grassy clearing that is surrounded by trees; and large, random brown-grey rocks litter the area. Currently standing at its' banks, I gaze nervously into the waters. I've grown to be quite large; however seeing that I am not yet a full adult of two hundred years of age, I shall continue to increase in size until then.
"Kalasara, you are not nervous . . . Are you?" Ancalagon's abrupt comment floats into my ears.
Turning, I almost glare at his amused face as he, in his elven form, perches atop a rock. "A little," I begin sheepishly. "This morphing business . . . Does it hurt?"
Ada (over the years, I've developed a preference in using Sindarin for 'father' and 'dad') titters. "Goodness, no! It will feel odd the first few times; strange and new with a bit of this stretching feeling. Worry not; you will feel no form of pain." His ruby jewels for eyes sparkle mirthfully. "Now hurry up! I want to hold you."
I snort a laugh at that. And then my face returns towards the direction of the blue waters and I close my eyes. Like a mantra, I repeat my decision within my head. The occasional splashing of the fish and the birds' chirps become faint and distant echoes. Suddenly, I sense that I am shrinking – I feel pulled, stretched, condensed and twisted . . . However it is not painful at all. Weirdly enough, it is actually rather quite ticklish. As soon as it feels as though everything ceases, I instantly feel this gush of cold wind. Due to the early morning wind chill, my skin discerns goosebumps and my nipples feel achingly erect –
Wait a second.
"Well done, Kalasara," came the pleased voice of my ada.
Opening my eyelids and gazing with a vaguely confused face into the clear waters, I am met with the reflection of that of a young elleth's. Oh Valar . . . It worked! I mean, I knew it would; but still! This is honestly so inexplicably amazing and refreshing! I'm completely naked. Yet it strangely does not entirely bother me . . . Fingers twitching for a short moment, I refrain from wanting to grab at my medium-sized breasts – don't judge me. I am simply amazed that I have fuller breasts considering that I was very flat-chested in my previous life, and was jealous of those with more enticing chests. My features are delicate and innocent-looking; my eyes are still silvery; and my straight, hip-length hair is white-silver in colour. It fumbles softly in the breeze like dainty, silken threads. . .
"Ohhh, my precious daughter is so beautiful," Ancalagon coos almost in a lilt as I turn my head; noticing that he had come closer to my side. He gazes at my face with such warmth, and his handsome smile is true, radiant and fatherly.
"Adaaaa," I whine, "I'm cold." Body turning to face him, my knees buckle and my face ends up crashing into his solid solar plexus. "Ow! What the fuck?!"
Ancalagon laughs – clearly he's in a very good mood today – as he steadies me and then lifts me up into his arms. "Careful, now – do not rush anything."
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I lightly rub my nose against his shoulder. "Wait, so what happened? My legs all of a sudden felt weak and were unable to support myself!"
"You, my lovely little one, will have to re-learn how to walk again," he answers entertainingly whilst he sits atop shiny green grass with his back against a large rock and his long legs outstretched; the heels of his black boots being roughly one centimetre away from touching the water of the shiny lake. The sun is a dash bit more prominent within the skies.
"Come again?" I stare at him horrified before adjusting my body on Ada's lap.
"Don't worry!" the elf-dragon reassures me, accompanied with a small and kind smile; albeit an impishness dances within his bright, exotic eyes. "It is merely a small adjustment that won't last very long. You will be able to walk again in exactly twenty-four hours from now. . ."
Damn it. I have to wait until tomorrow at around this this time, then. Shaking my head against his chest, a frustrated whine-like moan escapes my lips . . . Ada smoothens out my hair before he takes his arms off of me, and I hear the rustling of clothing as my bare back feels pleasant silk. "You need clothes. Here – wear this for the time being."
Ancalagon fans his ruby red robe behind me, and I easily slide my arms through the billowing sleeves. I smirk mischievously. "Yes because it shall be quite a scandal to waltz through Mithlond buck naked." I giggle at the mental image of my comment.
An expression of annoyance crosses his features as he folds the material of the oversized robe across my body; preserving my modesty. "I care not about scandal." A surprised cry releases from me when he, without warning, crushes me against his torso into a firm and protective hug. "I do not want random people leering over yourself. Not ever; else, I am afraid that I will have to gouge their eyes out."
Well then. That escalated quickly.
Re-wrapping my arms around his neck, I rest the left side of my face against his muscled chest. I close my eyes, and whilst blissfully resting, one of Ada's hands pats and strokes my head affectionately; his fingers ghosting through the white-silver tresses of my hair. He places a kiss atop my head.
And we stay like that for a while; reveling in the ecstasy of being in each other's arms, of being together.
The sound of a tranquil fire fills my hearing for three seconds before Ancalagon's voice resonates into my ears: "Kalasara, look."
Opening my eyes and turning my head slightly, I release a joyful cry; mesmerized at the flying fire-butterfly. "Did you do that? Did you actually just do that? How did you . . . ?" Akin to a curious kitten, my eyes never release their hold on the object in the air before me. The fire is gentle and never-stopping. The butterfly flaps as though it is in a special dance; thin threads and wisps of fire trail from it like dainty, curling little ribbons.
It lands on my nose – it's warm, but the fire does not bother me at all. Proceeding to bat at it, the elemental butterfly departs from my nose as soon as I raise one of my arms . . . And it continues dancing and flapping and twirling until it comes apart from its' shape and merges with the golden orange skies.
A chuckle floats into my ears; and turning towards Ancalagon, I am met with a wide smirk that is filled with such intense smugness.
"Ada, you're a show-off." And I bite his nose.
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