The aurora dragon is the rarest and most powerful of all dragons, a dragon that was only born once every fifteen generations. The great rarity of the dragons meant each aurora dragon that was born into the world it was a time for them to put a stamp of that age and bring balance back to the world. They are both extremely terrifying and beautiful, their body itself is a dark blue with iridescent colours of light blue, aqua, purple, orange, red and yellow can all be seen on the body of this dragon. The underbelly is aqua, the scales are extremely smooth giving a metallic appearance to the dragon. Sharp, pointed, tuft, silver hair consists around the back of the jaw of the dragon and crowns from between the horns on the dragon's head all the way to the tail. The horns that crown the dragon are always different and unique, the most common are diamond black, back curved horns. The very first language of the dragons is written upon the scales of the aurora dragon, on the back of its neck in the colours of the aurora and on the brows above the bright, teal eyes. This massive dragon is slightly larger than Smaug with wings almost twice its size when completely unfurled, the wings themselves are blue with a hint of purple. Its power is derived from all of the dragon species and can call upon the spirits of the fallen dragons to assist it under dire circumstances. The dragon's breath can be fire, ice, lighting or shadow depending on the mood it is in. Each breath consists a spark of aurora colour through it giving it an extra boost of power. Aurora dragons have many unique abilities aside from the breaths and ability to call upon the ancients, it has its own aurora fury, can radiate power around its body, turn a barren wasteland into an oasis, heal all physical injuries and illnesses and are able to glimpse into the future. Beauty and the beast has never been a better way to describe such a creature, a creature with a power that can only be used for good or evil.
The light vanished and Saphira blinked when her shifting was completely. Realising she was massive she looked down and saw she was the aurora dragon. She gasped, the aurora dragon was the only dragon she has never been able to shift into until now. She could feel the power of what felt like a thousand suns surging through her body. She saw the elves and men going to meet the dwarf king who was riding on a pig down the hill. The dwarves on the hill saw her and gasped loudly, completely terrified at what they are seeing.
"You're a monster!" Saphira heard Thorin snapped.
Her eyes locked onto the dwarf with a sharp turn of her head. "If I am the monster, what are you?" She asked gently. "Who are you to hide behind those walls and allow others fight your battle for you?"
Thorin was taken back by Saphira's question. It was a good one, and he was completely and utterly surprised by it. He didn't know how to answer.
"That's what I thought," Saphira sighed, looking at the oncoming dwarf.
"You are amazing Saphira!" Balin compliments.
Thorin turned and glared at him. "She's a dragon Balin!"
"Yes, I know," He said. "I've known ever since we escaped from the Goblin Tunnels."
The dwarf was shocked. "You didn't tell me, why?"
"It was not my place," Balin said, raising his hands defensively.
"Hey Thorin!" The dwarf yelled.
Saphira already knew who it was, it was Thorin's cousin from the Iron Hills. This was a fight Saphira decided to stay out of. She lowered her body to the ground and placed her head on her paws, watching and listening quietly with a loud sigh. If this was going to be a fight between the elves and dwarves, it was going to stay between them. Bilbo went with Gandalf, understandably, to find out who this strange dwarf was. The elves and men were startled by her transformation but kept their attention on the dwarves on the hill. Bard himself only glanced at her but said nothing more. He already feels guilty for breaking the relationship between Thorin and Saphira.
"Good morning," Dain said as he rode his pig to a boulder stuck in the ground. "How are we all? I have a wee proposition if you wouldn't mind giving me a few moments of your time. Would you consider just sodding off?! All of you, right now!"
The men were startled by Dain's sudden shout and backed away nervously. Saphira herself rolled her eyes and continued listening. It felt rather good to be a dragon again, even though she didn't intend to become an aurora dragon.
"Stand fast," Bard called to the men firmly.
"Come now, Lord Dain," Gandalf said politely, walking towards the dwarf.
"Gandalf the Grey," Dain said, looking at the wizard with narrow eyes. "Tell this rabble to leave, or I'll water the ground with their blood!"
"There is no need for war between dwarves, elves and men," Gandalf said approaching the dwarf. "A legion of orcs march on the mountain. Stand your army down!"
"I will not stand down before any elf!" Dain snapped. "Not least this faithless woodland sprite. He wishes nothing but ill upon my people. If he chooses to stand between me and my kin, I'll split his pretty head open! See if he's still smirking then." He turned his pig around and it ran back up the hill. "Oh, and tell that pretty dragon to leave as well."
"Dain wait!" Gandalf yelled after the dwarf.
The dwarves on the rampart cheered loudly for Dain. Saphira had lifted her head a little when Dain told her to move but only gave him a silent snarl. Dwarves are just way too stubborn to think with their heads during a battle.
"Let them advance, see how far they get," Thranduil said, obviously amused by the dwarf's threats.
"You think I give a dead dog for your threats you pointy-eared princess?!" Dain yelled loudly. "You hear that lads? We're on! Let's give these bastards a good hammering!"
Saphira laughed at the insult to Thranduil. She didn't mean to, but it wasn't something she expected to hear someone call Thranduil. He glared at her briefly when the dwarves began yelling in dwarvish and preparing to fight.
"Stand your men down," Thranduil said to Bard. "I'll deal with Ironfoot and his rabble."
Thranduil turned his elk towards the bottom of the hill and led his army forward. Saphira stopped laughing quickly, sitting up taller watching the battle unfold. Her nostrils flared as she was angry at both races now. And here she used to like Thranduil.
"Nice going Thranduil," She growled under her breath.
Thranduil turned and glared at her again, hearing her comment about him. It was a bad for him on getting a bunch of insults, and he wasn't enjoying it.
"Send in the goats!" Dain commanded loudly.
Saphira counted at least a hundred or more dwarves riding large goats down the hill. Normally she would enjoy some goat but she wasn't hungry. With the elves' archery many will die. Thranduil yelled at his fellow elves to arm their bows and take aim.
"Thranduil, this is madness!" Gandalf yelled at the elven king.
The goats charged towards the elves with the heavily armoured dwarves who have drawn their spears. Thranduil yelled again, and the elves released their arrows. Saphira watched with worry as the arrows soared through the air, singing loudly as they tilted towards the pack of dwarves upon the goats. Then Dain yelled and the ballista's released massive javelins that had long, sharp wooden spikes on both sides that spun around at a fast pace. These cut through the arrows like stepping on dry, autumn's leaves on the ground. The impact upon the ground sent a dozen elves and debris flying around the rest of the army. Thranduil and the elves were extremely surprised the dwarves managed to counter their arrows. Saphira was impressed herself, despite her distaste for this fight.
"How do you like that, the old twirley-whirlies?" Dain mocked loudly. "Ha, ha, you buggers!"
Thranduil ordered another round of arrows to be fired and they received the exact same counter. By this time it was too late to shoot the dwarves so the archers pulled back behind the elves with the shields and spears. The elves attempted to block the goats by placing a second row of shield on top of the lower shields, which didn't work as the goats climbed over the shields and into the sea of elves. Without the help of the ballista's the elves fire their arrows upon the dwarves, successfully shooting down a number of goats and attacking the dwarves with their swords. Dain and his spearmen raced down the hill, charging into the elves while the remaining mounted dwarves crushed the elves with the heavy horns of the goats. The dwarves on the rampart watch, muttering among themselves while their own kin fight the elves for them.
Saphira turned her head and looked at them. "Why aren't you lot fighting?" She asked, bringing their attention to her. "They are your own kin are they not? And you just stand there as if you're an audience to a show."
"Don't speak to us as if we are some lowly dwarf citizens!" Thorin snapped.
"I wasn't talking to you Thorin!" Saphira hissed. "I was talking to the rest of the company. Where does your loyalty lie? With a lying, conniving, forked tongue dwarf, or with Dain?"
Thorin sneered at her when they hear a loud rumble coming from the other side of the field. Saphira turned to look at the mountain of Ravenhill, she heard something digging through. Some form of giant worms. Looking up, Saphira saw Azog atop Ravenhill with an interesting, looking signal device with a devious smirk. He had been watching the fight, and he was making his move. All the elves and dwarves stop fighting each other and look at the mountain to see four giant worms breaking through the ground and disappearing back into the hole.
"Oh, come on!" Dain groaned loudly.
"Just great, now we here were-worms and a legions of orcs," Saphira hissed, standing up and stretching her wings.
Azog spoke loudly and a horn was blown, while the signal was used up on Ravenhill. His army spilled out from the four holes that were created by the worms, all armed and ready to fight. Dain yelled in dwarvish to his kin to change their attack from the elves to the approaching orcs.
"The hordes of hell are upon us!" He yelled, while his dwarves sprint towards the army. "Fight to the death!
With their spears drawn and adrenaline pumping, Saphira almost expected the dwarves to climb over the wall and join in the fight.
"I'm going over the wall," Fili said urgently. "Who's coming with me?"
"Aye!" Oin yelled.
"Come on, let's go!" Dwalin added.
"Stand down!" Thorin snapped, turning away from the fight. Saphira snapped her head towards the dwarf.
"What?!" Ori exclaimed in shock. "Are we to do nothing?"
"I said, stand down!" Thorin yelled angrily as he walked down the stairs slowly.
"Coward!" Saphira yelled, walking over to the gate quickly and sticking her head through the hole, startling the dwarves who dropped to their knees, stomachs or backsides. "Just who do you think you abandoning your own kin? Your own cousin?!"
Thorin had stumbled down the stairs in fright. He looked up at the dragon's face seeing the iridescent colouring and the writing upon her neck and above her eyes.
He glared at her aqua eyes. "You protect them if you think we're so important!" He snapped.
"Oh I will," Saphira growled. "But know this Thorin, until you bury that sickness into the grave I have no respect for you! Not anymore!" She lowered her snout closer to the dwarf. "Who's the monster now?"
Thorin scrunched his nose at the hot breath from Saphira mouth. She pulls away from Erebor and turned to see the elves fighting the orcs alongside the dwarves. She smiled at the sight as she ran forward and leaped into the air, the ground behind her again. Roaring a loudly with a roar so majestic and so powerful the elves almost covered their ears from the sound, Saphira flew towards the orcs. The horn blew again and trolls emerged from the holes now. Saphira dipped into a shallow dive, opened her jaw and reigned down fire upon the orcs. She glided over them until she almost hit the city. She circled around and saw the dwarves upon the war machines that were pulled by six goats. They had a spear gun on each one and the wheels were built with long, sharp spinners that could cut of the heads and limbs off anything. Saphira thought it was rather clever, but Azog ordered his army to destroy them as quickly as they could. She landed on top of one of the holes, stuck her head in and unleashed a long, steady river of fire into the whole turning anything inside into ash. She turned and snapped at the orcs that thought hacking their swords and axes at her legs were actually going to hurt her. Even a black arrow couldn't pierce her hide. The trolls managed to destroy most of the war machines and kill the dwarves that were driving them when Azog ordered his army to begin attacking the city. Bard led his people back to the city as the orcs brought up some trolls with catapults on their backs, and released massive boulders onto the walls smashing through the stone work. Saphira roared loudly, diving towards the trolls and snatching one from the sky, her powerful jaw biting through it and dropping his body in halves onto the ground. The goblins that were atop of the troll all fell off, some died on the impact on the ground. A troll with a massive helmet-like stone hammer on his head ran and leapt into a wall, breaking it down and knocking himself out. The orcs began to storm the city, people without weapons fled and gathered the women and children if they could. Saphira turned her attention to open field, raining down fire and ice upon the orcs, with the occasional landing and attacking the orcs with her teeth, horns and claws. Once enemies, Dain and Thranduil battled around each other and cooperated in defending both mountain and city from the orcs.
"Saphira!" Thranduil yelled when she landed near them. "I thought you had disapproved of me."
Saphira smirked slightly as she threw an orc into a rabble and spit a fire bomb at them. "Why the long face Thranduil?" She asked. "Having a bad day?"
"You've no idea," The elf chuckled, slicing at the orcs on either side of him.
Saphira chuckled as she snapped her jaws are the nearest orcs and trolls. The battle has been made easier with her help. Dain, who had overheard the brief conversation, was amazed she was even helping.
"Is this your dragon?" He asked the elf as he his hammer on some orcs.
"I don't own her," Thranduil replied, concentrating on the orcs around him.
"No one owns me Master Dwarf," Saphira said to Dain. "And I am going to reassure you now, I am on your side and I will fight alongside you, if you will let me."
"As long as you do that and leave the mountain alone, yes," Dain replied affirmatively. "Eh, I have an idea! Hey, mister elf king perhaps this girl needs a rider!"
Saphira was surprised by the suggestion, as was Thranduil. She's never had a dragon rider before, in doing so could result in some unwanted injury.
"That's not a good idea in the midst of battle Dain," Saphira said after breathing fire at a band of orcs.
"The option's there lassie," Dain said, charging his pig into some orcs.
Saphira took to the sky again and she saw orcs and trolls driving some of the dwarves back towards the mountain. She ignored it and flew up, her eyes upon Azog who looked at her and widened his eyes. The orcs ducked as she struck the banner, snapping it in half and causing several boulders to fall from it. Azog roared angrily as Saphira circled around and dived back towards the legion to continue fighting them. Thranduil's moose galloped across the bridge, its head lower and charged into the orcs that were standing on it, all dying by the elf's sword. The elk manages to pick up several orcs and Thranduil beheads them before his elk is shot down dead and throws him off. Angrily, Thranduil pulls out a second sword and fought the orcs that surrounded him. Dain's pig was also killed and he lost his helmet in the process. He head butted many of the orcs that surrounded him, but they needed their king. Their king, who hid away in the mountain waiting for the war to be over.
"Where's Thorin?!" He yelled. "We need him! Where is he?!"
The dwarves were forced back to the boundaries of Erebor. Saphira dived towards the orcs, her body sparking with electricity and unleashed a storm of lighting upon the orcs and trolls, striking the ground and anyone that got caught in the storm. She flew over them until she stopped after destroying most of the orcs and trolls in front of Erebor. She heard a horn blowing from Ravenhill as order for the charge of the orcs and trolls that were left, and then a deeper, louder horn from within Erebor itself. Saphira turned her head towards Erebor with wide eyes.
Thorin was finally emerging from his stone home. A giant, golden bell smashed through the gate and the company raced out of Erebor, all armed and ready to fight. She saw in Thorin's face he was Thorin, and not the stranger she knew that morning.
"To the king! To the king!" Dain yelled as the dwarves charged behind Thorin.
Thorin yelled loudly, with his sword raised and charging into the orcs. The dwarves killed most of the trolls with their arrows and spears. Smiling, Saphira turned to fly back towards Ravenhill. She roared loudly as she charged towards Azog, who back away and tried to run.
"Not this time Azog!" She roared, grabbing the pale orc with her front, right paw. "You are not running until you die by Thorin's sword!"
Saphira turned back, diving towards the dwarves with Azog struggling to escape. He slammed his sword into her scales which made no damage to her at all. Thorin strikes an orc and saw Saphira flying towards him. He widened his eyes when he saw Azog in her clutches and she drops him in front of him and his company. She turned back to keeping attacking the rest of the orcs.
"Looks like she still helps you after all you done to her," Kili said, glaring at Azog.
Thorin said nothing. He meant what he said on the gate. He wants her to leave Erebor, and never return. But he kept his anger towards Azog who stood up slowly and glad at the dwarf. Thorin charged at the pale orc who swung his arm at him who easily blocked the blade and kept striking. The dwarves and orcs around them kept each other occupied while the two fought each other. Dwalin, Fili and Kili stayed close in case Thorin needed them during this dual. After Bifur loses his axe after giving it back to the orc that gave it to him, Bofur managed to jump onto a troll that was probably tortured from birth with chains in its blind eyes, mace arms and legs and kills the orc who controlled it. He takes the orc's seat and controls the troll, laughing and having fun with it as he killed the orcs around him. Azog was weakened from the rough landing where Saphira had let him go, and that wasn't doing him any good. Bolg was on the way, but he was too late. The dwarf and pale orc fought in front of Erebor, their eyes locked in mortal combat until Thorin gets a hold of the orc's arm with the sword, keeps it away from his body and impales the orc's body with his sword, making sure he was completely dead as Azog fell to the ground. Pulling the sword out of the limp orc, Thorin charged back at the orcs who saw their leader defeated and began to retreat. Saphira dive bombed the orcs, even unleashing a massive fire from her body that was in a shape of a dragon. It hit the ground causing a massive explosion and turning anything in range into ash. She saw Bolg's army when she flew higher and snarled. Her body glowed of the aurora light as she dived towards his army which stopped suddenly when they saw the massive dragon diving towards them. She slammed into the ground, causing a massive quake in the earth and opened up the land beneath the orcs and breaking the ice, causing all of them to fall into the sink hole and the dirt buries most of them. The rest tried to flee only to be instantly turned into ice by Saphira's ice breath.
"That's what you get filth!" She snapped, flying back down to help finish off any orcs that she could.
The battle was won, and the casualties were minimal on all sides. Saphira turned to fly back to Thorin, dreading what will happen next.