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Chapter 12
His question wasn't what made me look up into his eye, startled. No, it was all of that raw emotion that was there, the feeling that poured from the two simple words.
I went to his nose and despite my size, hugged him as best I could.
"Because you are my family, Father. Because I love you very much and I want to see you restored to your true self. I am comfortable living here, because you are here. You cared for me where others didn't and you are here for me."
A tear dripped down my nose onto his scales and splattered there, hot and salty. There was a sudden sound from him and I looked up to see something brimming in his eyes.
I was swept up into his huge talon and held there, his nose gently nudging me and his eye coming to rest beside me.
The man appeared once more in his eye, and standing there, I watched helplessly as the man slowly sank to his knees and held out his arms pleadingly. More tears streamed down my cheeks as the eye closed and a keening sound came from his throat.
"Don't love me, child. I can never be anything more than a dragon. I have no purpose."
"Don't say that!" My voice came out in a strangled cry. "You do, if only you would open your eyes to see it! You can help the dwarves reclaim Erebor! You can help them! You can fulfill your purpose by moving past your guilt and helping them rectify the wrongs you have done! Will you not try?" My voice sank to an agonized tone at the end.
Eru help me should he refuse-
There was only silence to be heard for a moment. "You are right. I must try."
I smiled weakly before collapsing out of sheer exhaustion, feeling his talons curl around me protectively before blacking out.
Thoughts whirled in my mind as I slept, half conscious. I suddenly understood another part of the prophecy.
From the depths of time and experience will come the savior once more.
That part still confused me. A savior?
In a time when she is needed, she will come from the words of ancient lore.
Gandalf had summoned me along with the other elves, had he not?
Called away from the sleep of immortals, she will be summoned by the Grey and the White.
He was Gandalf the grey, but who was the white?
She will be the Fire of Fires, the wielder of the saving light.
I WAS called the daughter of fire. But saving light?
She will defeat the impossible, she will save the lost.
Surely that meant saving Father.
Her heart will be swayed to the one she is meant to be with, and will stay no matter the cost.
And that surely meant Father too.
She will be the light to the dark that burns,
I was the- oh, the saving light. The light that guided Father to redemption, surely. And he was a dark enigma... That burned.
She will be ashes from the flames that she learns.
What could that mean? I had learned flames, yes, but ashes?
The Daughter Of Fire.
...
A shout. A sigh.
It disappeared and I found myself in the shadows of King Thranduil's throne room, hidden safely beneath the stairs that led up to the throne.
No one would be able to see me unless I chose to make myself known. My eyes widened slightly as the dwarves were suddenly bustled into the throne room.
I sighed. Time to see if Thranduil would return the favor. I heard him stand behind me, and winced as the stairs let out a slight creak as he walked down from them.
"Unbind them. They are our guests, and will be treated as such." The sound of rustling and feet retreating made me peep out from where I was hiding to see the dwarves looking properly shocked, especially Thorin.
"Welcome, Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror, rightful King under the Mountain. I apologize for the treatment of my servants." I gulped. Please, oh please oh please Thorin, please be polite, for Mahal's sake!
"What has instigated this change of manner toward us dwarves, may I ask?" I gritted my teeth to keep myself from hurling a bolt of fire towards him and singing his tongue out of his mouth. Could he not be even remotely polite!?
"I have had time to think of my wrongs, and I have come to conclude that ignoring your need was selfish of me." I silently applauded King Thrandy. Yes, he was much nicer now. I suddenly had an idea and let a small line of fire start between both Kings.
It slowly spread through the group of dwarves, snaking around their feet and then flaring up around each of them, making a flowering arc around Thorin and Thranduil. I smiled at the gasps and saw King Thranduil's mouth twitch slightly.
Thorin looked hesitant. The form of a Phoenix flew towards his head and caught his attention, before coming to rest on the hand of King Thranduil.
He seemed to make up his mind. "Then if I ask for aid, will you give it me this time?"
King Thranduil nodded. "It shall be done."
Thorin put out his hand. "Our people cannot forget, but we will try to forgive."
Thranduil's head inclined. "That is what I would ask for."
They shook hands amidst the cheers that erupted from the dwarves. I smiled softly. My work here had been done. My wings sprouted from my shoulders, and the fire disappeared. The dwarves seemed to be disappointed, but I only quietly came forward.
Gasps came from all directions, but I only slowly made my way over to both Kings. I took their hands and joined them together, a small smile on my face.
"May this truce be held forever, and may both Dwarven and Elfin kind be proud to fight along side one another once more. May the Mahal and Eru bless your quest." I slowly made my way down the hall, fading away into blackness as I reached the door.
...
I came back to resting against the scales of my Father's... Back? Wow! I sat up and crawled towards his head, leaning down to peer at his head.
I squeaked as he moved. He chuckled. "Is being there so frightening, little flame of mine?"
"Yes!" I gasped out as he shifted. I managed to finally get into a comfortable position.
I sighed in relief. "I love you Father!" It took me by surprise too.
There was a pause. "And I you, Narylfiel." I smiled and lay back, closing my eyes, content to rest for a while in the comfortable silence.
Yes, rest. I would worry about the dwarves arriving here soon later.
