A/N Please, I'm really having a bit of trouble here! Well, for anyone who's reading this story, I need a new title for this. Suggestions in the review box would be greatly appreciated! And, if you'd like, you may give me ideas for details in the plot. PLEASE R/R! Thank you. Namaarie!

PS EXTREMELY short chapter due to writer's block!

Help was on the way as Riania and Sriosno lay in the dirt of the forest floor, mourning over the loss of Guyanias and Mois. It would take a few minutes for the Royal guard to arrive, and Riania shivered uncontrollably. Sriosno gently rubbed his hands up and down her arms to warm her.

"It'll be all right," he wanted to say, but didn't. He DIDN'T know if it would all be okay. What was the dragon planning to do, when it did come back?

Finally a group of scouts appeared, and helped Sriosno to his feet. Although, they had to make a sort of "stretcher" to carry Riania away on, for she could not walk by herself.

At last they reached Mirkwood, and Sriosno breathed in the scent of his homeland. Once again he was home.