Mirion - Chapter 1

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"Mr. Frodo, come see what I've found."

"What did you find, Sam?"

"Look at this."

Sitting on the kitchen table was a giant ruby shaped like an egg.

"Where in Middle Earth did you find that?"

"I found it in a hole in the cellar wall, behind an empty barrel.What do you think it is?"

"I don't know, but it looks like a gem"

There suddenly was a series of cracking sounds like someone trying to break a stick as small cracks web across the gem's surface. Then with a loud crack, like a stick being snapped in two, the surface of the gem shattered to reveal a tiny dragon, just big enough to fit in a hobbit's hands, inside. The dragon was as red as a perfect ruby. Its eyes were the color of two perfect emeralds. The membranes of its wings, which were to small compared to its size to fly with, were the color of a flawless topaz. It opened its toothless mouth, revealing a jet black tongue, and let out a series of small squeaks that sounded like the chirping of a baby bird. It had no claws or spines at all. It got up and toddled over toward Frodo, investigating every thing along the way. It looked up at him at him and started squeaking again.

Frodo picked up the dragon and it immediately began gumming his fingers.

"It's soft? I thought dragon scales were supposed to be very hard."

"You have to get rid of it!"

"Why?"

"Because it's a DRAGON!"

"She's just a baby."

"How do you know it's a 'she'?"

"See for yourself."

Frodo held up the dragon.

"Look how small she is." he cooed.

"She's going to get bigger, A LOT BIGGER!"

"So?"

"When she gets older she's going to start destroying things, wrecking the crops, and KILLING! LIKE SMAUG!"

"Not if she's raised well," he replied, "Are you telling me that the same Samwise Gamgee who took on all of CIRITH UNGOL is afraid of a tiny dragon?"

"Fine! Keep her! But don't blame me when she fries you to a crisp!"

Sam stormed into the garden, mumbling to himself the entire way.

Frodo hugged the dragon.

"You're going to need a name," Frodo said to the dragon, "How about Mirion, do you like Mirion?"

The dragon squeaked loudly in approval.

"Mirion it is then."

Mirion sneezed, sending a puff of smoke into Frodo's face.

-TBC-