So it was that after Gustav's message was delivered, Eldacar, Amroth, Farin, Astrid, Hiccup, and Toothless made their way back to the great hall where they had started, to be met by the council of Berkians that they were told wanted to speak to them.

Upon entering the hall, the party was faced with the long table of the council of Berk; this included Stoick, Gobber, Olav Hofferson, Svetlen Thorston, and Spitelout.

The party approached the five-man council and the three Middle-Earthians present waited respectfully, hands by their sides. While Astrid stood in a similar manner the Middle-Earthians, Hiccup was in a slightly defensive posture, as he had been reamed out by the council one to many times in his youth, and old habits die hard.

"Firstly" started Stoick, after a long moment had passed, "The Council of Berk would like to formally thank these three me…people, for their defense of the Dragon Riders and their outstanding loyalty to those thus mentioned."

Stoick's voice was very authoritative, and Hiccup had only heard him talk like this, with such big words, a couple of times in his life.

Stoick continued, "The Council would also like to extend an honorary citizenship on Berk, and in the Hairy Hooligan tribe."

Eldacar's face could not hide his surprise, and he bowed low, alongside Amroth and Farin, before saying "You are much too kind milord, we accept your offer and pledge the eternal friendship of the Free Folk in return."

Stoick nodded gratefully, then asked, "Now, we were wonderin' what yer plans are now, will ye be leavin' Berk?"

Eldacar answered, saying, "We have spoken with your children, and with the wound to milord Dagur's throat we concluded that the best course of action was to head East, to Rivendell, Amroth and mine's home.

There we could seek the healing powers of the Elves for restoring his voice, we are also of the belief that the master of Rivendell, Elrond Halfelven, would be most interested in the Dragons. Though we had wanted your blessing on this course of action before our journey commenced."

Stoick stroked his massive beard, then looked to Gobber and Mr. Hofferson, they nodded subtly, then to Mr. Thorston and Spitelout, who also nodded. Finally, and with affirmations all around, Stoick said "I don't see any problem with it, if ye promise to keep our children safe. Oh, and how long will ya be gone?"

Eldacar once again spoke, answering with, "If I must give a rough estimate of how long our journey will take, I would estimate, that with the speed of the Dragons, at least three to five months."

Stoick looked a little surprised, but it faded quickly.

Eldacar then added, "and we will have some of your, um, 'wind mail' Dragons to report if we will take longer."

"Air mail" Hiccup corrected, at the appropriate time.

"Well, then it's settled. Meeting adjourned." said Stoick, the council standing up and filing out to do whatever work was required of them.

The Dragon Riders and Middle-Earthians took slightly longer to exit the great hall. As they were once again deep in conversation. Hiccup asking, just as they reached the great Oaken doors of the hall, "How did you three meet, and, you know, become friends?"

Amroth smiled, saying while lost in the wistfulness of his memories, "I was once saved from certain doom by Eldacar's father's, father's, father's father, and so promised to be forever a friend of his line, not that Eldacar has not done things sufficient to warrant another swearing of the same oath, that is why I began to travel with him. Farin, on the other hand is a wandering tinkerer and blacksmith, working his way across the lone lands of Eriador, and had long been an acquaintance of Eldacars before he joined us in our travels."

For the rest of the day there was nothing of note to remember, as the Riders had supper and then went back to their houses to rest, for they were leaving the next day.

Next Day… Astrid tightened the girth strap of her saddle, making sure it was completely secure, then she looked over the other Riders. The Middle-Earthians were marveling over the saddle that Hiccup was able to create so quickly, Farin finally exclaimed "He must be gifted by the Valar! Such ingenuity in one so young!"

Astrid smiled, and within a short amount of time everyone was ready to fly, Evendim was in the lead, for the Middle-Earthians knew best the direction of their homeland, and at roughly eleven o'clock they took off, winging their way to Middle-Earth, and adventure.

In hindsight, the journey was quite dangerous, as there was little to no land to rest on, and the Dragons would have to fly non-stop for an indeterminate amount of time. Luckily that time only amounted to only five days. Though the Dragons were mightily exhausted when they touched down on the banks of the Gulf of Lune in Forlindon.

Upon landing on the sandy beaches of the sea Ruffnut flopped off of Barf's head, landing on the sand and saying in a voice muffled by the beach, "Oh, thank Thor! Land! Sweet Land!"

Everyone dismounted, though not in such a…dramatic, fashion.

Hiccup stretched his back out mightily as Toothless let his tired wings droop onto the sands below, for all of the company had saddle-sores and had had quite enough of riding for now, thank you very much.

After five minutes of getting the knots out of their spines, Eldacar said that they should camp somewhere nearby, as night was falling and the tide was coming in. Hiccup agreed and Eldacar led the company into the forest a short distance from the surf.

They pushed through the woods for about ten minutes until they found a natural clearing, there was a dead tree long fallen on the clearing's edge that would make for good kindling, and so they stopped moving inland and started to set up a suitable campsite.

Soon they were all gathered around a respectable fire while Eldacar cooked up a pair of coneys that he had caught, and in record time I might add.

They were all chatting amicably, with Farin and Amroth regaling the company with ancient tales, punctuated now and again by Eldacar, with his own observations.

Such went the night till they decided to go to sleep, they set a watch schedule, and with that last bit of business concluded they quickly fell into slumber.

Around 3 O'clock, The Next Morning… Eldacar was smoking his pipe when the appointed time came to wake Hiccup for his shift, Eldacar danced quietly between the sleeping forms of his comrades and came to Hiccup, who was resting comfortably against Toothless.

Eldacar gently shook him on the shoulder, after a few moments Hiccup awoke as well as Toothless. Hiccup then asked Eldacar if he had heard anything and Eldacar responded that he had not. Eldacar was about to go to sleep when he and Hiccup heard a rustle in the bushes.

Both put hands on their weapons and then Hiccup, Toothless, and Eldacar stalked into the foliage. After only a dozen yards they came across a hollow in a hillock, but it was what was halfway out of that hollow that was of most interest. For they had come upon a Warg.