Disclaimer: Nope, don't own LotR. It belongs to Tolkien, not me. I own
Drake, and nothing else.
So now, without further ado.
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Dragon of Moonfire
Prologue - Little Elf
The dragon looked down at the tiny figure seated at the base of the mountain. It seemed to be a young human, huddled against the cold wind, but the dragon couldn't be sure.
He spread his wings and leapt from the mountain peak, gliding toward the ground. The figure looked up, shrieked, and buried its face in its arms.
As the winged beast landed, the child shivered and curled up tighter. The dragon sniffed at it curiously.
"An Elf!" he thought. Then he spoke: "Don't worry, little Elf. I won't hurt you."
The child looked up, revealing a delicate face and pointed ears almost hidden by golden-brown hair.
"You are an Elf, then," muttered the dragon. "A she-Elf! Can you talk?"
"Of course I can!" the little Elf said indignantly. "But I'm lost!" she cried, her green-gold eyes filling with tears. "I don't know where I am, how I got here, or which way home is!"
"Do you know what the name of your home is?" the dragon asked, concerned. Elves usually annoyed him, but this one seemed different, somehow. "I you do, I can take you there." He'd been all over Middle-Earth in his lifetime, and knew it quite well.
"I do!" exclaimed the Elf, leaping to her feet. "I live in Mirkwood, near King Thranduil's palace. Do you know where that is?"
"I don't know where the palace is, but I can take you to Mirkwood, and you can show me where King Thranduil dwells."
"Oh, good!" laughed the little Elf, clapping her hands. Then her eyes grew round. "Are we going to fly there?"
"Yes," replied the dragon, smiling as the child jumped for joy. "We can go now."
"Hooray!" shrieked the Elf, this time in happiness instead of fear.
The dragon crouched, and the little Elf scrambled up his wing. She settled between two of the spines on the scaly back, and clutched another to keep herself on.
"Are you ready to fly?" asked the dragon, turning his head back to look at his small passenger. She nodded enthusiastically, too excited for words. "Then hold on tight - I don't want to lose you - and off we go!" The dragon spread his mighty wings once more and began to beat them up and down. The Elf grasped the spine even tighter as the dragon rose from the ground.
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Less than an hour later, Mirkwood Forest stretched out beneath the two companions like a many-shaded quilt of green. The little Elf looked about between wingbeats, trying to catch a glimpse of her home.
"There!" she shouted, pointing past the dragon's head toward a rocky structure protruding from the canopy.
The dragon swept down into the forest a little way off from the rocky structure. "Don't need to alarm the Elves," he explained.
When they landed, the Elf slid down the dragon's wing and onto the ground, laughing.
"Before you go," rumbled the dragon, "take this." He pulled a necklace from where it was lodged in his belly scales and handed it to the child. The pendant was in the shape of a serpent-dragon, fashioned of silver and gold, with a shining black eye and enameled green spines. "Keep it as proof that not all dragons are as despicable as they are said to be."
"Hanno le, mellonamin," replied the Elf, taking the necklace and hugging the dragon around the neck. "Thank you, my friend. For everything." She kissed him on the nose, and then turned to leave.
"Wait!" cried the dragon, recovering from the shock of being hugged and kissed, and by an Elf! "I don't know your name."
"I'm Drake!" the Elf called back. "Who are you?"
"Smaug."
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A/N: Yes, I believe that Smaug is a very misunderstood character with a kind, caring soul behind the scaly exterior. If you want my explanation for the whole Lonely Mountain incident, tell me.
Please review! I want to know if you like this or not! *gets down on knees* I'm begging you - please review!
So now, without further ado.
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Dragon of Moonfire
Prologue - Little Elf
The dragon looked down at the tiny figure seated at the base of the mountain. It seemed to be a young human, huddled against the cold wind, but the dragon couldn't be sure.
He spread his wings and leapt from the mountain peak, gliding toward the ground. The figure looked up, shrieked, and buried its face in its arms.
As the winged beast landed, the child shivered and curled up tighter. The dragon sniffed at it curiously.
"An Elf!" he thought. Then he spoke: "Don't worry, little Elf. I won't hurt you."
The child looked up, revealing a delicate face and pointed ears almost hidden by golden-brown hair.
"You are an Elf, then," muttered the dragon. "A she-Elf! Can you talk?"
"Of course I can!" the little Elf said indignantly. "But I'm lost!" she cried, her green-gold eyes filling with tears. "I don't know where I am, how I got here, or which way home is!"
"Do you know what the name of your home is?" the dragon asked, concerned. Elves usually annoyed him, but this one seemed different, somehow. "I you do, I can take you there." He'd been all over Middle-Earth in his lifetime, and knew it quite well.
"I do!" exclaimed the Elf, leaping to her feet. "I live in Mirkwood, near King Thranduil's palace. Do you know where that is?"
"I don't know where the palace is, but I can take you to Mirkwood, and you can show me where King Thranduil dwells."
"Oh, good!" laughed the little Elf, clapping her hands. Then her eyes grew round. "Are we going to fly there?"
"Yes," replied the dragon, smiling as the child jumped for joy. "We can go now."
"Hooray!" shrieked the Elf, this time in happiness instead of fear.
The dragon crouched, and the little Elf scrambled up his wing. She settled between two of the spines on the scaly back, and clutched another to keep herself on.
"Are you ready to fly?" asked the dragon, turning his head back to look at his small passenger. She nodded enthusiastically, too excited for words. "Then hold on tight - I don't want to lose you - and off we go!" The dragon spread his mighty wings once more and began to beat them up and down. The Elf grasped the spine even tighter as the dragon rose from the ground.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Less than an hour later, Mirkwood Forest stretched out beneath the two companions like a many-shaded quilt of green. The little Elf looked about between wingbeats, trying to catch a glimpse of her home.
"There!" she shouted, pointing past the dragon's head toward a rocky structure protruding from the canopy.
The dragon swept down into the forest a little way off from the rocky structure. "Don't need to alarm the Elves," he explained.
When they landed, the Elf slid down the dragon's wing and onto the ground, laughing.
"Before you go," rumbled the dragon, "take this." He pulled a necklace from where it was lodged in his belly scales and handed it to the child. The pendant was in the shape of a serpent-dragon, fashioned of silver and gold, with a shining black eye and enameled green spines. "Keep it as proof that not all dragons are as despicable as they are said to be."
"Hanno le, mellonamin," replied the Elf, taking the necklace and hugging the dragon around the neck. "Thank you, my friend. For everything." She kissed him on the nose, and then turned to leave.
"Wait!" cried the dragon, recovering from the shock of being hugged and kissed, and by an Elf! "I don't know your name."
"I'm Drake!" the Elf called back. "Who are you?"
"Smaug."
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A/N: Yes, I believe that Smaug is a very misunderstood character with a kind, caring soul behind the scaly exterior. If you want my explanation for the whole Lonely Mountain incident, tell me.
Please review! I want to know if you like this or not! *gets down on knees* I'm begging you - please review!
