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Elenwe and the Dragons.
I STAND ALONE
"It's a shame," said Naurglahad as she fastened her cloak, "that I have to leave right after this one hatched" She picked up the baby Dragon, who's name was Joey, and handed him over to C-chan, "Now I want you to take care of him," she warned, "If any child of any of my Dragons gets hurt, I swear, I will come over and-" She made a violent motion in the air. C-chan nodded and gulped. Naurglahad grinned.
"Hurry now, hurry now" said Thranduil "You haven't all the time in the world to waste Legolas! Be off on your quest! And don't come back until you find her!"
"Have faith father" said Legolas "We will return with a fourth member"
"Enough standing around" interrupted Naurglahad "Your father is right, we don't have all the time in the world to waste. Let's go!"
Legolas sighed and shook his head. "Namarie!"
"Namarie" called Elenwe.
"See you in a couple months!" finished Naurglahad. She slapped her horse's rear, causing it to vault on two legs and take off rapidly and wildly. "Go, Eressea! Go! Go!"
Legolas grumbled angrily as he and Elenwe rushed after Naurglahad on their horses, dust trailing behind them like smoke off a moving train. Thranduil, his court, C-chan, Megan, and Jackie stood there until not even the Elven eyes could see them.
'You had better remember your duties Elenwe,' thought Wethrinaer. 'You better take that shot.'
~*~
"Okay! We are now definitely out of eyesight!" said Naurglahad excitedly two hours later. She pulled back on the reins and slowed Eressea to a halt. Legolas and Elenwe also stopped, wondering why Naurglahad had stalled. She got off Eressea and unloaded the supplies strapped on his back. Then, she pulled out the familiar whistle from one of the packages. Legolas groaned.
"Oh no. Must you bring those gigantic, hideous beasts with us?"
"Dragons are gigantic," said Naurglahad "but they are not hideous. They are hideous only to those who fear them, I do not fear them, I befriend them" She blew the whistle hard and loud "Though you are an Elf, I see faults in your wisdom. Do not judge creatures or things before you get to know them"
Legolas scoffed, Elenwe bowed his head and nodded.
"See?" said Naurglahad suddenly "Elenwe listens to me!" She went up to him and gave him a tight hug. Elenwe blushed. Legolas looked disgusted. "Why don't you listen to me Greenleaf? You scum bag fool of an Elf?"
"Mithrandir would hit you round the head if he heard you say that" muttered Legolas.
The deafening sound of beating wings came to their attention as Malta the gold crossover landed on the ground on two legs, revealing a large plate of steel armor on his belly. He also wore a helm over his eyes. He looked like a massive gold and iron tower with wings and teeth.
"Well Mithrandir isn't here now is he?" mocked Naurglahad. She mounted Malta over his bowed head and settled herself in the usual spot behind his head and over his wings. Elenwe gazed at him in awe, sitting on his horse, paralyzed.
"No!" demanded Legolas "No. We are not riding over Caradhas to Imladris on a Dragon! I will not stand for it!"
"Who asked you?" spat Naurglahad "You didn't even ask if Elenwe wanted a ride or not! You've completely forgotten your manners you pompous bratty Elf person!"
Legolas gasped in shock. "How dare you oppose me, you defiant rogue from Morgai!"
"Why, thank you!" exclaimed Naurglahad. She turned to Elenwe. "So option one, we continue our journey with incredibly slow progress and reach Caradhas by the end of the Fifth Age, or option two, we ride on the Dragons, which I might add is a once in a lifetime for everyone else thing, and get to Rivendell in three-seconds flat. What do you choose?"
Elenwe raised an eyebrow.
"Obviously, you're going to make us go on Dragons anyway, and if we refuse, we get burned to a crisp. I select option two"
"Another point to Elenwe!" cheered Naurglahad "Congratulations! You have just won a front seat to one of the finest Dragons in the world, overcome stupidity and used your brain in a suggestion of sarcasm, and proved that Legolas is a boring prat!" She blew the whistle again, summoning Ikaika, whom was also wearing plated armor.
"Both of you," ordered Naurglahad "take off your parcels, sling them on Ikaika, the black Dragon, and grab a seat!"
Elenwe got his luggage and went over to Ikaika who, to Elenwe's bewilderment, took them and held them in his arms. Legolas did the same, yet with furious reluctance. Naurglahad made her way toward the horses. She stripped off the reins from Eressea, linked it to the saddle, and tied it to a rope. Then, she fixed the rope around the neck of Feanro and Elenwe's horse.
"Go back to Mirkwood, Eressea" Naurglahad whispered in Eressea's ear, as she finally attached a note of excuse to his bridle. He nodded and pulled around back to Mirkwood, dragging the other two behind him.
"Okay!" she announced finally "Just follow the gold, and if you get lost, Ikaika knows where to fly"
"Is this safe?" asked Legolas.
"Nope!" said Naurglahad cheerfully, as if this were the best thing in the world to happen.
"Aren't you riding with us?" asked Elenwe. Legolas slapped his forehead.
"Don't invite her with us you unguer!" he muttered.
"Ooh!" said Naurglahad sarcastically "That's right, full marks on the subject of courtesy for Legolas! Well done! And no, I'll be on my own steed. The Dragon Tamer stands alone." She caught Elenwe's eye. He gasped slightly. She had addressed herself as Dragon Tamer. Naurglahad grinned evilly and slapped Malta's neck. He beat his wings and boost off into the air, Ikaika following at somewhat a distance.
It was definitely an exhilarating experience for Elenwe, who cried in joy to be high among the clouds for the first time in his life. Legolas, whom had once accidentally caught a ride on a Dragon's tail in his past few little escapades with Naurglahad, was not exultant in the least. He had remembered the tales of all the great Dragons, like Glaurung, the Father of all Dragons, who had slaughtered thousands of Elves, Men, and Dwarves at Nargathrond under the consent of Morgoth. How Naurglahad could stand caring for these winged mutated serpents, he would never figure.
"Alright," said Naurglahad "I'm going to leave you guys alone for a while, 'cause I'd like to get out of the begining, and into mediocrity."
To Elenwe's amazement, she easily rose from her seat and stood on Malta's back, as if he were just a solid plank of wood on the ground. She paced around a bit, back and forth with her arms extended for balance.
"Then, we go to adequate," she drawled, now ascending to Malta's helm and standing on the edge with one foot, assuming the Tree position in Yoga. She slowly turned around with her back facing the wind. "And now," she blew the whistle three times "Elite!"
Elenwe and Legolas gasped in shock as Naurglahad jumped backward and into thin air, screaming like you would on a roller coaster. Just in time, Jade came and caught her on her head. Naurglahad didn't stop there. She performed a series of forward flips down her spine before flipping right off her tail. Firestorm came round this time, and flapped his wings, creating a jet of wind. Naurglahad boosted off of this and grabbed hold of Asira's palm, who had been summoned by the third whistle. Asira rolled over in the aerial, giving Naurglahad the opportunity to run across her belly and jump off the edge one last time. Malta caught her in mid-air, resulting the act in the same spot Naurglahad had started, and sitting comfortably over his wings.
She was laughing hysterically as she raised her arms in the air before flopping over in exhaustion.
Elenwe applauded while Legolas coughed and hacked from shock. Naurglahad raised a finger in the air. "I'm alive!" as Jade, Firestorm, and Asira flew in a synchronized alignment for a few minutes before heading back to Mirkwood. She wiped a single bead of sweat from her brow before calling to the two Elves:
"Want a go?"
"No thank you," said Elenwe putting a hand up. Legolas shook his head vigorously.
"Fine with me," said Naurglahad. "Now, I'm tired. Good day to you Elenwe! And to Legolas, I hope your day sucks like crap!"
"It already does," mumbled Legolas.
In his eyes, he could have sworn the sky had blackened and lightening struck as Naurglahad laughed evilly. When the storm subsided, Naurglahad accelerated and flew off far ahead in front of Ikaika. Only a glint of gold could be seen from their view.
I STAND ALONE
"It's a shame," said Naurglahad as she fastened her cloak, "that I have to leave right after this one hatched" She picked up the baby Dragon, who's name was Joey, and handed him over to C-chan, "Now I want you to take care of him," she warned, "If any child of any of my Dragons gets hurt, I swear, I will come over and-" She made a violent motion in the air. C-chan nodded and gulped. Naurglahad grinned.
"Hurry now, hurry now" said Thranduil "You haven't all the time in the world to waste Legolas! Be off on your quest! And don't come back until you find her!"
"Have faith father" said Legolas "We will return with a fourth member"
"Enough standing around" interrupted Naurglahad "Your father is right, we don't have all the time in the world to waste. Let's go!"
Legolas sighed and shook his head. "Namarie!"
"Namarie" called Elenwe.
"See you in a couple months!" finished Naurglahad. She slapped her horse's rear, causing it to vault on two legs and take off rapidly and wildly. "Go, Eressea! Go! Go!"
Legolas grumbled angrily as he and Elenwe rushed after Naurglahad on their horses, dust trailing behind them like smoke off a moving train. Thranduil, his court, C-chan, Megan, and Jackie stood there until not even the Elven eyes could see them.
'You had better remember your duties Elenwe,' thought Wethrinaer. 'You better take that shot.'
~*~
"Okay! We are now definitely out of eyesight!" said Naurglahad excitedly two hours later. She pulled back on the reins and slowed Eressea to a halt. Legolas and Elenwe also stopped, wondering why Naurglahad had stalled. She got off Eressea and unloaded the supplies strapped on his back. Then, she pulled out the familiar whistle from one of the packages. Legolas groaned.
"Oh no. Must you bring those gigantic, hideous beasts with us?"
"Dragons are gigantic," said Naurglahad "but they are not hideous. They are hideous only to those who fear them, I do not fear them, I befriend them" She blew the whistle hard and loud "Though you are an Elf, I see faults in your wisdom. Do not judge creatures or things before you get to know them"
Legolas scoffed, Elenwe bowed his head and nodded.
"See?" said Naurglahad suddenly "Elenwe listens to me!" She went up to him and gave him a tight hug. Elenwe blushed. Legolas looked disgusted. "Why don't you listen to me Greenleaf? You scum bag fool of an Elf?"
"Mithrandir would hit you round the head if he heard you say that" muttered Legolas.
The deafening sound of beating wings came to their attention as Malta the gold crossover landed on the ground on two legs, revealing a large plate of steel armor on his belly. He also wore a helm over his eyes. He looked like a massive gold and iron tower with wings and teeth.
"Well Mithrandir isn't here now is he?" mocked Naurglahad. She mounted Malta over his bowed head and settled herself in the usual spot behind his head and over his wings. Elenwe gazed at him in awe, sitting on his horse, paralyzed.
"No!" demanded Legolas "No. We are not riding over Caradhas to Imladris on a Dragon! I will not stand for it!"
"Who asked you?" spat Naurglahad "You didn't even ask if Elenwe wanted a ride or not! You've completely forgotten your manners you pompous bratty Elf person!"
Legolas gasped in shock. "How dare you oppose me, you defiant rogue from Morgai!"
"Why, thank you!" exclaimed Naurglahad. She turned to Elenwe. "So option one, we continue our journey with incredibly slow progress and reach Caradhas by the end of the Fifth Age, or option two, we ride on the Dragons, which I might add is a once in a lifetime for everyone else thing, and get to Rivendell in three-seconds flat. What do you choose?"
Elenwe raised an eyebrow.
"Obviously, you're going to make us go on Dragons anyway, and if we refuse, we get burned to a crisp. I select option two"
"Another point to Elenwe!" cheered Naurglahad "Congratulations! You have just won a front seat to one of the finest Dragons in the world, overcome stupidity and used your brain in a suggestion of sarcasm, and proved that Legolas is a boring prat!" She blew the whistle again, summoning Ikaika, whom was also wearing plated armor.
"Both of you," ordered Naurglahad "take off your parcels, sling them on Ikaika, the black Dragon, and grab a seat!"
Elenwe got his luggage and went over to Ikaika who, to Elenwe's bewilderment, took them and held them in his arms. Legolas did the same, yet with furious reluctance. Naurglahad made her way toward the horses. She stripped off the reins from Eressea, linked it to the saddle, and tied it to a rope. Then, she fixed the rope around the neck of Feanro and Elenwe's horse.
"Go back to Mirkwood, Eressea" Naurglahad whispered in Eressea's ear, as she finally attached a note of excuse to his bridle. He nodded and pulled around back to Mirkwood, dragging the other two behind him.
"Okay!" she announced finally "Just follow the gold, and if you get lost, Ikaika knows where to fly"
"Is this safe?" asked Legolas.
"Nope!" said Naurglahad cheerfully, as if this were the best thing in the world to happen.
"Aren't you riding with us?" asked Elenwe. Legolas slapped his forehead.
"Don't invite her with us you unguer!" he muttered.
"Ooh!" said Naurglahad sarcastically "That's right, full marks on the subject of courtesy for Legolas! Well done! And no, I'll be on my own steed. The Dragon Tamer stands alone." She caught Elenwe's eye. He gasped slightly. She had addressed herself as Dragon Tamer. Naurglahad grinned evilly and slapped Malta's neck. He beat his wings and boost off into the air, Ikaika following at somewhat a distance.
It was definitely an exhilarating experience for Elenwe, who cried in joy to be high among the clouds for the first time in his life. Legolas, whom had once accidentally caught a ride on a Dragon's tail in his past few little escapades with Naurglahad, was not exultant in the least. He had remembered the tales of all the great Dragons, like Glaurung, the Father of all Dragons, who had slaughtered thousands of Elves, Men, and Dwarves at Nargathrond under the consent of Morgoth. How Naurglahad could stand caring for these winged mutated serpents, he would never figure.
"Alright," said Naurglahad "I'm going to leave you guys alone for a while, 'cause I'd like to get out of the begining, and into mediocrity."
To Elenwe's amazement, she easily rose from her seat and stood on Malta's back, as if he were just a solid plank of wood on the ground. She paced around a bit, back and forth with her arms extended for balance.
"Then, we go to adequate," she drawled, now ascending to Malta's helm and standing on the edge with one foot, assuming the Tree position in Yoga. She slowly turned around with her back facing the wind. "And now," she blew the whistle three times "Elite!"
Elenwe and Legolas gasped in shock as Naurglahad jumped backward and into thin air, screaming like you would on a roller coaster. Just in time, Jade came and caught her on her head. Naurglahad didn't stop there. She performed a series of forward flips down her spine before flipping right off her tail. Firestorm came round this time, and flapped his wings, creating a jet of wind. Naurglahad boosted off of this and grabbed hold of Asira's palm, who had been summoned by the third whistle. Asira rolled over in the aerial, giving Naurglahad the opportunity to run across her belly and jump off the edge one last time. Malta caught her in mid-air, resulting the act in the same spot Naurglahad had started, and sitting comfortably over his wings.
She was laughing hysterically as she raised her arms in the air before flopping over in exhaustion.
Elenwe applauded while Legolas coughed and hacked from shock. Naurglahad raised a finger in the air. "I'm alive!" as Jade, Firestorm, and Asira flew in a synchronized alignment for a few minutes before heading back to Mirkwood. She wiped a single bead of sweat from her brow before calling to the two Elves:
"Want a go?"
"No thank you," said Elenwe putting a hand up. Legolas shook his head vigorously.
"Fine with me," said Naurglahad. "Now, I'm tired. Good day to you Elenwe! And to Legolas, I hope your day sucks like crap!"
"It already does," mumbled Legolas.
In his eyes, he could have sworn the sky had blackened and lightening struck as Naurglahad laughed evilly. When the storm subsided, Naurglahad accelerated and flew off far ahead in front of Ikaika. Only a glint of gold could be seen from their view.