First off, I'd like to give thanks to all the people who are inclined to hit the very beautiful blue button down below: they make my day better. They would be, Majik aka Daisy, ElFgIrL, naheka and Joe the Nazgul, Please forgive any incorrect names ( Rivendale ect..) or time differences cuz I hafta pay to get the books. But, Naheka is now beta reading for me, so that should all end now. Also, I think I'm going to combine book & movie cuz there are parts I like and dislike in both. So, moving on....
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Soaring above even the clouds is the biggest high I have ever gotten. Not even pulling off a very expensive heist gives me this much of a rush. Twisting, turning being buffeted by the wind as it races past my beak has never been experienced by any other human, only me. There are simply not enough words to describe the joy, the pure fun in performing acrobatic feats mid-air.
When I was far enough away from Rivendell and near the mountains I changed form once again. Only this time it was into a beautiful creature: a snow white dragon. My crystalline wings that looked like pieces of stained glass framed by the purest of pearls belied the power held within them. I was a lithe creature born of fire and wind, beautiful yet deadly. My razor sharp claws were as long as a fully grown Elf and looked like silver icicles. I now possessed head shaped like the head of a spear, my eyes still an odd green color but now tinted with flecks of white. Iron hard scales covered my entire body with no opening for any weapon to slip past.
Down below I saw the landscape pass swiftly as my enormous wings beat powerfully. I passed several villages, but no one looked up and noticed anything out of the ordinary on a windy day. I can only assume that I must have looked like a slightly odd cloud, as I have never read in the Library Room of any pure white dragons.
Soaring over a lake I could not resist so let loose a stream of fire and flew straight through it. The searing sensation that would have killed any mere human only felt like a comfortable warmth caressing my scales. The reflection of such a stunt was beautiful as I watched myself zoom through a fiery cloud and emerge untouched on the other side as the fire died behind my tale. The sun set and I transformed my coloration into that of the sky around me. My scales were like the pebbly skin of a chameleon as I made stars occasionally race across my belly for any stargazers below.
Hours had passed since I first began to return and fatigue began to dance lightly across my eyes. I began seeing things, first glimpses of things that I thought were not there, then the visions progressed into random scenes from my life. Such as when my father shot my mother before he turned the gun on himself. The scene I had nearly managed to erase from my mind played itself out before my eyes, true to memory. My father, drunk as usual, becoming angry at my mother who, also as usual, was rolling up a piece of paper to snort another drug. I don't remember what she was on that time, but I remember cringing with Alex behind the worn couch as my father stormed around the rooms. I remember him throwing the bottle of liquor across the room and the sound of it shattering against the wall above my mother's head. The explosion of the gun going off once, and then twice. And my parents were dead, leaving eight year old Dri and eleven year old Alex to fight the harsh world around them alone.
Alex grew up in the air before me, becoming more than just a little boy, but a man trying to keep three people alive. I saw us together in the snow walking away from a foster home where we were not understood and the drunk man echoed too much of our family. And him presenting me with a small gift for my sixteenth birthday he swore he had earned with honest money. A simple ceremony in which Alex took Kara as his bride, and they swore to honor and love no one else all the days of their lives. Then Kara's face filled the air before, beside, above, below me. Everywhere I turned I saw her face. Laughing, crying, serious, content, worried, she was everywhere I looked.
The ground swerved and jumped below me as I made frantic dives to escape this visionary hell, but I did not notice. The only sensation I felt was the trickle of a large tear down my softening scales and the coldness of the night air. I startled myself out the intensity of the ongoing hallucinations when a ferocious roar turned into pitiful screaming. I looked around searching for the source and realized my scales were no longer white but the tanned color of my own skin. Claws meant for ripping and tearing were now replaced with fragile human nails. Frantically I beat my wings that were slowly returning back into arms, only managing to slow my descent. Seconds later I was still screaming as I skimmed rooftops and my hands returned completely natural state. My wings were nearly gone. I had nearly stalled when my feet skipped off the ledge of the roof and I returned with unfortunate timing back into my purely human form.
As I fell, crying my terror out for all to hear me, the hallucinations that had been plaguing me for nearly an hour disappeared as if nonexistent winds pursued unrelentlessly, dissolving my visions of Kara and Alex. A sickening crunch and a wave of nausea and pain that swept through my body starting with my leg told me I would not be walking for a very long time.
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The rolling of distant thunder led me to place the ancient scroll I had been reading carefully on a small table and stroll out onto the balcony. I must admit I always was a sucker for a good storm. But only a few wisps dared to mar the otherwise cloud free night. Puzzled, I only shook my head and returned to my scroll and ignored the boisterous growing of a storm that was not there.
I managed a few sections before the 'thunder' became increasingly noisier until it seemed to be right on top of me. Soft but frantic padding of Elvish feet raced up and down the corridors outside my room. My light breathing and the growling air outside were the only other sounds accompanying the patter of urgent Elves. Then the noise I had mistaken for thunder became known to me as I heard several cries of 'Dragon' being called from outside my window. I scurried into the corridor, carelessly abandoning my reading to the chair I no longer occupied.
Once in the corridor, I scrambled to follow a fairly steady stream of Elves going down the hall away from my room, only to smack straight into the good Lord Elrond Half-Elven himself. I muttered several apologies, but Master Elrond was not concerned by being the object that had brought me to an abrupt halt. Instead, he kept muttering almost angrily about "That girl constantly getting into trouble and did she have to pick a dragon?" The roaring unexpectedly turned into hysterical screaming. The mighty Elf brushed me aside as he swiftly stepped past me and continued down the halls in the complete and total opposite direction from the rest of the Elves. Not wanting to miss out on the fun, I followed him as he strode quickly down the now empty hallways.
Practically running to keep up with Lord Elrond's stride, we took twist after turn as the screaming drew nearer and grew into a cacophony of unintelligible words. Without warning, Elrond slammed open a door, raced through a room and onto yet another balcony. There lying as still as death was a girl, no older than me. Blood stained the area around her right thigh and the lower part of her leg was bent at odd and uncanny angles every so often. Her skin was rather pale even under its tan, and her face was contorted into an expression of unendurable pain. The girl, who could be no older than me, was hopefully only unconscious and not dead, but she was so still I could not be sure.
Elrond hunched over the girl dressed entirely in black and muttered a few words. The girl seemed to low a slight gold, and Elrond snapped out a few angry words and the goldness vanished. The great Elf lord hunched over and picked up the unconscious form as if it were no more than a child's doll. He walked slowly back into the room and asked me, "Nicolas, your room is closest. I'm afraid I am going to turn it into a healer's room for a few hours. Unless, of course, you object."
"None, no-no objections, whatso-soever, m'Lord." I stuttered in reply. He nodded his thanks and stepped out of the room, his steps as light and silent as any pure blooded Elf. I followed him back to my room, which was, surprisingly enough, only three turns and a room away from the one we had just left. The door stood open, so I hurriedly bowed Elrond and his bundle into my room. There he laid the crumpled female down on my bed and carefully lit candles around the room for light. Then he began to speak in spells for many hours. At first I listened intently, but my limited Elvish could help me decipher no words the powerful healer spoke. The I began to pace, back and forth, back and forth. Then, exhausted, I sat in a chair and fell asleep sometime around four in the morning.
When I woke up the sun had risen high above the trees of late morning. The girl lay sound asleep on the bed. Crutches had been laid next to her bed with a note that was sealed, so I did not read it. There was however a note with my name n it next to my scroll that I had abandoned during the previous night. It went on to say that the girl should be fine, and that Elrond would very much like to speak to me on several topics. Elrond knew that I was not from Middle-Earth, he had not needed me to say it, but when I had told him I knew of all that would come to pass, he apparently received the biggest shock of his life. So it was only natural for me to assume he wished to speak with me on this matter, as his lordship had asked me for such a discussion before. However, that was rare now becaus eof his duties to Rivendell. In fact, I often saw him deep in conversation with a dark haired stranger that had never been mentioned in any books. I could only think that this was another Elf, perhaps one from a neighboring kingdom trying to bring about a closer alliance with Rivendell. Odd, considering I thought this to be a few years before Frodo Baggins set out from the Shire.
Soft groaning and whimpering drew my attention back to the girl currently occupying my bed as she rolled over to face me. Peering suspiciously, I saw that she was still asleep. I carefully looked over her features visible over the blankets and clothes that hid her from full view, but what I saw was pleasing to the eye. A strong face showed determination with a strong but not jutting chin rested against one arm encased in black, which outlined the muscle in her arms. A small, straight nose was slightly spinkled with nearly invisible freckles that seemed unusual with a dark complexion. Had she been from Earth, I would have said she was some sort of Indian, Native or Asian, I never could quite tell the difference. Dark hair seemed so black as to have a shade of blue in it, and was as liquid night. Pale pink lips quivered into either a smile or a frown, it seemed she could not tell which. Amazing thick and long lashes framed closed eyes. Again, had we been on Earth I would have assumed she wore mascara, but here in Middle-Earth no such thing existed to my knowledge. She appeared younger than myself by several years, and I figured her to be about sixteen, eighteen at most.
I thought to gather my things from the room to give the sleeper privacy. So I had piled together notes and scrolls when I turned around for another. Only to find furious kiss-me- green eyes focused on myself.
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Soaring above even the clouds is the biggest high I have ever gotten. Not even pulling off a very expensive heist gives me this much of a rush. Twisting, turning being buffeted by the wind as it races past my beak has never been experienced by any other human, only me. There are simply not enough words to describe the joy, the pure fun in performing acrobatic feats mid-air.
When I was far enough away from Rivendell and near the mountains I changed form once again. Only this time it was into a beautiful creature: a snow white dragon. My crystalline wings that looked like pieces of stained glass framed by the purest of pearls belied the power held within them. I was a lithe creature born of fire and wind, beautiful yet deadly. My razor sharp claws were as long as a fully grown Elf and looked like silver icicles. I now possessed head shaped like the head of a spear, my eyes still an odd green color but now tinted with flecks of white. Iron hard scales covered my entire body with no opening for any weapon to slip past.
Down below I saw the landscape pass swiftly as my enormous wings beat powerfully. I passed several villages, but no one looked up and noticed anything out of the ordinary on a windy day. I can only assume that I must have looked like a slightly odd cloud, as I have never read in the Library Room of any pure white dragons.
Soaring over a lake I could not resist so let loose a stream of fire and flew straight through it. The searing sensation that would have killed any mere human only felt like a comfortable warmth caressing my scales. The reflection of such a stunt was beautiful as I watched myself zoom through a fiery cloud and emerge untouched on the other side as the fire died behind my tale. The sun set and I transformed my coloration into that of the sky around me. My scales were like the pebbly skin of a chameleon as I made stars occasionally race across my belly for any stargazers below.
Hours had passed since I first began to return and fatigue began to dance lightly across my eyes. I began seeing things, first glimpses of things that I thought were not there, then the visions progressed into random scenes from my life. Such as when my father shot my mother before he turned the gun on himself. The scene I had nearly managed to erase from my mind played itself out before my eyes, true to memory. My father, drunk as usual, becoming angry at my mother who, also as usual, was rolling up a piece of paper to snort another drug. I don't remember what she was on that time, but I remember cringing with Alex behind the worn couch as my father stormed around the rooms. I remember him throwing the bottle of liquor across the room and the sound of it shattering against the wall above my mother's head. The explosion of the gun going off once, and then twice. And my parents were dead, leaving eight year old Dri and eleven year old Alex to fight the harsh world around them alone.
Alex grew up in the air before me, becoming more than just a little boy, but a man trying to keep three people alive. I saw us together in the snow walking away from a foster home where we were not understood and the drunk man echoed too much of our family. And him presenting me with a small gift for my sixteenth birthday he swore he had earned with honest money. A simple ceremony in which Alex took Kara as his bride, and they swore to honor and love no one else all the days of their lives. Then Kara's face filled the air before, beside, above, below me. Everywhere I turned I saw her face. Laughing, crying, serious, content, worried, she was everywhere I looked.
The ground swerved and jumped below me as I made frantic dives to escape this visionary hell, but I did not notice. The only sensation I felt was the trickle of a large tear down my softening scales and the coldness of the night air. I startled myself out the intensity of the ongoing hallucinations when a ferocious roar turned into pitiful screaming. I looked around searching for the source and realized my scales were no longer white but the tanned color of my own skin. Claws meant for ripping and tearing were now replaced with fragile human nails. Frantically I beat my wings that were slowly returning back into arms, only managing to slow my descent. Seconds later I was still screaming as I skimmed rooftops and my hands returned completely natural state. My wings were nearly gone. I had nearly stalled when my feet skipped off the ledge of the roof and I returned with unfortunate timing back into my purely human form.
As I fell, crying my terror out for all to hear me, the hallucinations that had been plaguing me for nearly an hour disappeared as if nonexistent winds pursued unrelentlessly, dissolving my visions of Kara and Alex. A sickening crunch and a wave of nausea and pain that swept through my body starting with my leg told me I would not be walking for a very long time.
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The rolling of distant thunder led me to place the ancient scroll I had been reading carefully on a small table and stroll out onto the balcony. I must admit I always was a sucker for a good storm. But only a few wisps dared to mar the otherwise cloud free night. Puzzled, I only shook my head and returned to my scroll and ignored the boisterous growing of a storm that was not there.
I managed a few sections before the 'thunder' became increasingly noisier until it seemed to be right on top of me. Soft but frantic padding of Elvish feet raced up and down the corridors outside my room. My light breathing and the growling air outside were the only other sounds accompanying the patter of urgent Elves. Then the noise I had mistaken for thunder became known to me as I heard several cries of 'Dragon' being called from outside my window. I scurried into the corridor, carelessly abandoning my reading to the chair I no longer occupied.
Once in the corridor, I scrambled to follow a fairly steady stream of Elves going down the hall away from my room, only to smack straight into the good Lord Elrond Half-Elven himself. I muttered several apologies, but Master Elrond was not concerned by being the object that had brought me to an abrupt halt. Instead, he kept muttering almost angrily about "That girl constantly getting into trouble and did she have to pick a dragon?" The roaring unexpectedly turned into hysterical screaming. The mighty Elf brushed me aside as he swiftly stepped past me and continued down the halls in the complete and total opposite direction from the rest of the Elves. Not wanting to miss out on the fun, I followed him as he strode quickly down the now empty hallways.
Practically running to keep up with Lord Elrond's stride, we took twist after turn as the screaming drew nearer and grew into a cacophony of unintelligible words. Without warning, Elrond slammed open a door, raced through a room and onto yet another balcony. There lying as still as death was a girl, no older than me. Blood stained the area around her right thigh and the lower part of her leg was bent at odd and uncanny angles every so often. Her skin was rather pale even under its tan, and her face was contorted into an expression of unendurable pain. The girl, who could be no older than me, was hopefully only unconscious and not dead, but she was so still I could not be sure.
Elrond hunched over the girl dressed entirely in black and muttered a few words. The girl seemed to low a slight gold, and Elrond snapped out a few angry words and the goldness vanished. The great Elf lord hunched over and picked up the unconscious form as if it were no more than a child's doll. He walked slowly back into the room and asked me, "Nicolas, your room is closest. I'm afraid I am going to turn it into a healer's room for a few hours. Unless, of course, you object."
"None, no-no objections, whatso-soever, m'Lord." I stuttered in reply. He nodded his thanks and stepped out of the room, his steps as light and silent as any pure blooded Elf. I followed him back to my room, which was, surprisingly enough, only three turns and a room away from the one we had just left. The door stood open, so I hurriedly bowed Elrond and his bundle into my room. There he laid the crumpled female down on my bed and carefully lit candles around the room for light. Then he began to speak in spells for many hours. At first I listened intently, but my limited Elvish could help me decipher no words the powerful healer spoke. The I began to pace, back and forth, back and forth. Then, exhausted, I sat in a chair and fell asleep sometime around four in the morning.
When I woke up the sun had risen high above the trees of late morning. The girl lay sound asleep on the bed. Crutches had been laid next to her bed with a note that was sealed, so I did not read it. There was however a note with my name n it next to my scroll that I had abandoned during the previous night. It went on to say that the girl should be fine, and that Elrond would very much like to speak to me on several topics. Elrond knew that I was not from Middle-Earth, he had not needed me to say it, but when I had told him I knew of all that would come to pass, he apparently received the biggest shock of his life. So it was only natural for me to assume he wished to speak with me on this matter, as his lordship had asked me for such a discussion before. However, that was rare now becaus eof his duties to Rivendell. In fact, I often saw him deep in conversation with a dark haired stranger that had never been mentioned in any books. I could only think that this was another Elf, perhaps one from a neighboring kingdom trying to bring about a closer alliance with Rivendell. Odd, considering I thought this to be a few years before Frodo Baggins set out from the Shire.
Soft groaning and whimpering drew my attention back to the girl currently occupying my bed as she rolled over to face me. Peering suspiciously, I saw that she was still asleep. I carefully looked over her features visible over the blankets and clothes that hid her from full view, but what I saw was pleasing to the eye. A strong face showed determination with a strong but not jutting chin rested against one arm encased in black, which outlined the muscle in her arms. A small, straight nose was slightly spinkled with nearly invisible freckles that seemed unusual with a dark complexion. Had she been from Earth, I would have said she was some sort of Indian, Native or Asian, I never could quite tell the difference. Dark hair seemed so black as to have a shade of blue in it, and was as liquid night. Pale pink lips quivered into either a smile or a frown, it seemed she could not tell which. Amazing thick and long lashes framed closed eyes. Again, had we been on Earth I would have assumed she wore mascara, but here in Middle-Earth no such thing existed to my knowledge. She appeared younger than myself by several years, and I figured her to be about sixteen, eighteen at most.
I thought to gather my things from the room to give the sleeper privacy. So I had piled together notes and scrolls when I turned around for another. Only to find furious kiss-me- green eyes focused on myself.