Hey everyone. Sorry for the long wait. But I've really been busy these last couple of days. I've been meaning to do some planning on the chapters for a while, but just a heads up, this will be the longest chapter that I have ever made. Or at least for now. I also want to give a shout out to those who are now following the story. It's really becoming something compared to the other crossovers. For anyone who asks if it's gonna be somewhat similar to the book series, let me tell you. It's only gonna be from the movie series. But just because it is doesn't mean that I'm gonna copy it directly from the book. I have some plans for this x-over that will literally BLOW you away. Alright, enough talk. Enjoy the chapter.

The very next morning, Hiccup and Toothless had to leave with the four hobbits and the stranger to get a head start from the Nazgul. They left at first light and went on their journey to a safer place. And even though they could bail out now while they could, they had no other choice. Whoever this man was or where he came from, he could lead him to a place where he could find some answers about where he is.

They were accompanied by a pony that the stranger bought just by morning and had one of the inn boys load it with supplies and provisions for the journey. Sam had taken a good interest in the pony and decided to name it Bill. Much for Toothless's surprise, they didn't share much of a mutual attraction. Being a dragon, most creatures would fear creatures like him. But Bill showed no fear or interest to him. Which made him curious.

By the time of noon, they were already thirty miles away from the village. They decided not to take the road and were driven into the wild. Hiccup didn't understand why, but he figured because it would be the safest way and would have a much better chance of not running into the wraiths.

While traveling, the stranger, as well as Hiccup and Toothless took point while the others tailed behind. Of course for the hobbits, the three strangers couldn't really be trusted completely. And for that, some of them kept a watchful eye on them.

"How do you know this Strider is a friend of Gandalf?" Merry questioned.

"I think a servant of the enemy would took fairer," Frodo replied. "And feel fouler."

"He's foul enough," Merry responded. "And what about the other guy?"

"Oh that's obvious," said Pippin. "If he would turn on us would've burned us alive with his fire-snorting dragon."

Toothless's ear perked up and he looked back at Pippin with a scowling look on his face. Taking an offense to the hobbit's name calling. And in response, Pippin puts his hands up innocently.

"No offense, of course," he takes back.

Toothless just rolls his eyes and continues to walk alongside his partner.

"We have no choice but to trust them," said Frodo.

"But where are they leading us?" asked Sam.

"Rivendell Master Gamgee," Strider answered from afar. "To the House of Elrond."

Hiccup gave him a peculiar look just for him saying that. He had never heard of this Rivendell before. Yet if it had answers, then he and Toothless are willing to take the chance.

Did you hear that?" asked Sam. "We're going to see the elves."

"Elves?' Hiccup questioned.

"Yeah," said Merry. "Wise folk with pointy ears. You never heard of them?"

"Well," he answered. "It wouldn't be my first time."

The five of them looked at him before dropping the entire conversation. For Strider, this was all coming to him. First he sees that this man with no other knowledge of the nine. And now he doesn't know anything about elves. He wondered if this could be the guy the prophecy had spoken of. For he had many that it stated. But he had to be sure about it. Otherwise, he has stumbled around the wrong guy. But who was he to judge them two. He's only been around them for half a day.

By noon, the weather started to change. Soon Hiccup found himself walking in the snow. Which to him was a sign that winter was near. The three of them just made it up to a hill before they came to a stop. They turned back and saw the hobbits making preparations to set up camp. But Strider thought otherwise.

"Gentlemen," he called out. "We do not rest until nightfall."

"What about breakfast?" Pippin asked.

"You already had it," Strider answered.

"We had one yes," Pippin replied. "What about second breakfast?"

The three of them gave him a strange look and then walked away. Of course Hiccup never knew about second breakfast. That's why he followed Strider. Eventually they followed the three shortly. That was after Strider had thrown them a few apples as a snack of course. He offered Hiccup an apple himself, but he politely declined it. Stating that he doesn't eat at this time of day.

By late afternoon, they traveled through a swampy area. It wasn't really a challenge for Strider, Hiccup, and Bill since they had experience with marsh regions. But Toothless and the hobbits had a tough time traveling through it. Mainly because of the flies that irritated them to the bone.

More specifically Toothless. Who kept twitching his ears every time a fly touched his body. But what bugged him the most was the stench of wet corpses that laid through the swamps. But he was fortunate to have an acute sense of smell that made him tolerant to it. In which he was extremely thankful for.

By nightfall, they made camp at the marsh's edge. As darkness arose, the four hobbits had dosed off to sleep. Of course, Strider and the viking boy had been up. keeping a lookout for any sign of trouble. Hiccup had just taken Toothless to sleep and it was just the two of them.

To pass the time, Hiccup wrote a few things in his journal that he kept in Toothless's saddlebag. And Strider had sang a song in a language that he didn't understand. He would've asked him, if it weren't for Frodo. Who had already waken up from his sleep and beaten him to his question. Yet, instead of it being a question that he would ask, this was something different.

"Who is she?" he asked him. "The woman you sing of?"

He had not known of Frodo awakening, but he still answered his question.

"Tis Lady of Luthien," he responded. "The Elf-Maiden who gave love to Beren. A mortal."

"What happened to her?" he questioned out of curiosity.

Strider did not speak at first. Yet he was able to respond ti that question as well.

"She died," he answered. After a brief pause, he turns back to Frodo. "Gets some sleep Frodo."

Then the young hobbit lies back down and goes back to sleep. Leaving just Strider and Hiccup. Which for him, could be an opportunity to strike up a bit of conversation. Hopefully to get some answers for once.

"So," he started. "You seem to be the typical guy out here. What's your story?"

Strider did not speak at first. Just stared into the open marshes, which cast a ghostly glow over the horizon. He looked down to the ground, and then he looked back up.

"If you wish to know my story," he said. "Tell me yours first. I feel more comfortable sharing my secrets to people that I trust."

"Do you trust me?" Hiccup questioned.

"Well that depends," Strider answered. "It depends whether you're a servant or the enemy, or just another stranger like me, who knows nothing of the world we live in."

Hiccup was taken aback for a second. Mainly because of how smart this Strider feller was. But, he did have respect for him to keep certain things to himself and not tell them to a person he doesn't know.

"Fair enough," he admitted. He hesitated to tell him his story at first, but then he had the courage to tell him. "Now, this might sound crazy to you, but..."

He found it hard to just say it. The many possibilities could happen right here. He might think he's crazy. He might think he's lying. Or he's simply hiding something. Yet he had to trust in himself to tell this feller if he was ever gonna get home.

"...I'm not from this world."

He waited for Strider to respond. yet he said nothing at first. he still just stared out to the open marsh. But after a moment, he turns to face the young chief.

"I know," he said.

Hiccup was shocked. To think that this stranger would know that he is an out worlder, is one of the craziest things that he's ever heard.

"How did you know?" he asked.

"Isn't it obvious?" Strider responded. "For you to know nothing of the elves is one thing. But to not know about the legends of Sauron and the One Ring, that is a rare thing to experience. For everyone in Middle Earth should know about Sauron, or at least the legend."

"Well, you got that right," Hiccup admitted once more. "I'm from an island called Berk north of an archipelago. My people, are a tribe based race called vikings. And of course what you can see from Toothless here, we are obviously accompanied by dragons. Now most dragons are very common to us. But dragons like Toothless, my best friend, are a special ones."

"Special one, you say?" Strider questioned. "How special?"

"Oh, you have no idea," Hiccup answered. "Toothless is the last of his kind. My tribes calls him by a Night Fury. Now where I come from, legend says that Night Furies rarely show themselves during the day. Always attacking at night. You could only tell the difference by a sonic based sound as it dives down towards its targets. But the most crucial thing about them, is their plasma blasts that decimate wooden buildings. Mostly ships or such."

Strider touched his chin and nodded his head. Extremely interested at this species that he's talking about.

"Interesting," he muttered. "What else do you call him? Besides Night Fury?"

"Well not much really," Hiccup replied. "But the most common one, is 'The Unholy Offspring of Lightning and Death Itself.' No one knows why, which is a mystery. But I aim to one day understand the meaning of its cause."

This made him very curious. It also made him wonder who this man truly was to him. Because all of the clues were right in front of him. The boy carries a sword made of steel and could be set ablaze whenever he likes. He also is not of Middle Earth and comes from an Archipelago. And now he's accompanied by a dragon that is both his best friend and the last of his kind. But not only that, but he is a dragon that is the offspring of lightning and death itself.

Could it be? Could he be the man that the prophecy spoke of? The man who would unite the free peoples of Middle Earth and change the fate of the world? These questioned flowed through his mind as he sat there. Having a serious conversation with the boy himself.

"Alright," said Hiccup. "Now that I told you about us, about you? What do folks call you these days?"

Strider did not speak. He was still processing all of the information he just got from the young boy. But yet, he is a man who always keeps his word. Especially to people who might just be a victor to Middle Earth.

"Well, for starters," he responded. "I'm one of those folk that are usually called by 'Rangers', a type of people who know the wilderness better than anyone in Middle Earth."

"How much do you know?" asked Hiccup.

"Far too much," he responded. "As far as I'm concerned, I know every part of Middle Earth than anyone does around here. I spent all of my life in the wild. And for that, I possess many gifts. Gifts that no one else can have in Middle Earth."

Hiccup was impressed. For a man who knows a lot about nature is a man who would indeed be trusted. Mainly because they have more experience with many dangers that lurk around in life.

"But you know," Strider added. "I wasn't always like this. Born and bred in the wilderness."

"Really?" Hiccup questioned.

"Of course," Strider answered. "When I was little, my father was killed by a race called orcs. Foul creatures that serve the Dark Lord Sauron, who like mentioned before, was the Great Deceiver of Middle Earth. My mother, who feared that I'd join him because of my heritage, sought out a better life for me. She gave me to the House of Eldrond. Lord of Rivendell and wisest of the elves. There I lived under his love and protection for around twenty years. After that, I left him and assumed my proper role as Chieftain of the Rangers of North."

Hiccup was surprised about this tale. For him to lose his father when he was really young and to be abandoned by his mother and given to by another race for protection. It reminded him of something that happened in his own lifetime.

"You know," he said. "My mother left me when I was just a kid. And I sought out to my father's side. Who wanted me to be a proper dragon killer. But I thought otherwise. Amongst my people, I was more than likely to be the loser of the tribe. Always picked on by the other vikings. All I wanted was to be one of them. But when I met Toothless, that changed everything. He showed me what a dragon really is besides fire breathing monsters. He showed me that they are better than that. That they have a good side to him. This inspired me to reason with most of my enemies. To try to change their minds and persuade them to have a better life. But instead of avoiding harm, it brought nothing but it to my family. More specifically my father."

"What happened to him?" Strider asked to him.

He did not speak of first. To share this secret would bring more pain to him than it did before. He swore that he would forget that dreadful day that happened all that time ago. And now to share it would be the hardest thing to do than most. Yet if he did not answer, than what kind of viking would he be. To not be honest with his friends then his enemies.

"He died," Hiccup answered slowly. "Trying to save my life when I sought to persuade an enemy to bring peace instead of war."

"Who was the murderer?" Strider questioned.

Hiccup pointed at the sleeping dragon with mournful eyes.

"He did," he replied. "Shot him with one blast. He was commanded by the alpha to try to kill me, but instead he hit my father. Getting in the way of me."

Strider stood silent. He had never seen his father die before his eyes. But to see it done by the one friend that would stay close to forever would be the most awful thing to experience. it must to have been hard for him, at that time.

"I'm sorry to hear that," he said.

"Well," Hiccup responded. "It wasn't all bad. Was I mad at Toothless for what he did? Yes, I was. But was it all his fault for pulling the shot in the first place? No, it wasn't. Did he make amends for his mistake? Of course he did."

"What do you mean?" Strider asked.

"After his death," Hiccup continued. "We traveled back to my home to break him from control of the alpha. Which wasn't that hard. After that, he felt bad for murdering my father in cold was more hard on him than it was on me. So, in a attempt to get revenge for his actions, he challenged the alpha and untied all of the dragons to drive him away. Now, we do our very best to protect our people, to prevent what happened to my father from ever happening again."

Now Strider was really impressed. This boy was indeed noble. To have witnessed countless events in his lifetime, plus having to suffer most of them. And was able to deal with those events without breaking down was a rare thing to do.

Yet, would he be willing to stop murder from happening in another world is a question that must be answered. And soon. But what if he didn't need to answer it, from the time being?

"You know something," he said to the boy. "There are folk, who suffer as much as you do. And judging about your character, you could be the type of fellow who could put an end to that. But that's if you're willing to take the chance."

Hiccup froze at that time. Not in a bad type of way, but in a curious yet shocked type way. If he was requesting what he thinks he's requesting, then of course he would take that chance.

But first he needs a bit more time to figure out some things that need to be figured out before he decides to take action. He still remembers that he does not completely know the world he is currently in. He only knows small bits, but he needs to know more.

"I guess we'll see," he answered. "Come on. We should get some rest."

"Of course," Strider responded. "Get some sleep. We have a long journey ahead of us."

Then, the two lied down on their spots and slowly dozed off into their dreams. Saving their energy for the rest of the journey to come in the morning ahead of them.

While the company traveled on to their quest to Rivendell, another greater power had plans of his own. Far to the east, in the land of Isengard, the White Wizard Saruman has betrayed the Free Peoples of Middle Earth ans has sided with the enemy. Why he would do this is a question only the wisest would answer.

"The power of Isengard is at your command," he says telepathically. "Sauron, Lord of the Earth."

He heard nothing but whispers and words that were of an unknown language. Yet while he listen carefully through those whispers, he could hear his lord's commands loud and clear to him.

"The time has come, my friend," said the Lord of Flame. "The pieces of the puzzle are almost put together."

"Of what do you mean, my Lord?" Saruman asked.

"He has come to Middle Earth," Sauron answered. "He and his companion."

"You mean the warrior of Steel and Fire?" Saruman questioned. "The warrior that the prophecy of the White Tree of Gondor has spoken of?"

"Yes," the Dark Lord responded. "The Dragon Master and his beast of Flame of Lightning have arrived."

"What is you're command?"

"Build me an army worthy of Mordor. An army that not even the Persecutor can defeat. An army that could stop the prophecy from coming to be."

"As you command, Lord of the Shadows."

After that, Saruman exits his room and heads down to his he sits in his chair with his books and other items on the desk behind him. Dozed off into his thoughts. But after some time, two orcs enter the room and stand before the White Wizard himself.

"What orders from Mordor, my Lord?" the lead orc asks. "What does the Eye command?"

He did not answer at first, he just stood there with his mind battling a lot of things. But in the end, he finally came to a conclusion. And looked the two orcs dead in the eyes with a look of going into business.

"We have work to do."

By the end of the fifth day of their journey they reached a great tower that was bigger than any other tower Hiccup had ever seen.

"What do you think?" Hiccup asked Strider.

"This was the great watchtower of Amun Sul," Strider said as he looked back at the others. "We shall rest here tonight."

By then, the others got the message and slowly made their way to the watchtower. By late in the evening they climbed up the path that wounded up the hill. From there, they found a small crevice on the side of the hill that was large enough to fit all of them.

Before darkness had arose, they unpacked their things from Billy and laid them on the ground in the middle. From there, Toothless was able to rest his body from all of that walking. He could use a bit of time to fly around, but to his master's request, it was wise not to do so.

After the unpacking was done, he takes a long folded up cloth and places it on the floor. There, he unrolls them, revealing four short, sheathed swords that were small enough for even a hobbit to carry.

"These are for you," he said as he gave the hobbits each sword. "Keep them close. I'm going to have a look around."

"I'll go with you," Hiccup volunteered. "For back up. You never know what would happen at a time like this. Especially in the dark."

Strider shot a looked at him before granting him his request.

"Fair enough," he admitted. Then he looks at the other hobbits who were looking at their blades before setting their eyes on him.

"Stay here."

Then the two began to walk off to the side of the cliff. Toothless got up to follow Hiccup, but was soon stopped by him.

"Toothless," he said. "Could you keep an eye on Bill for us while we're gone? Just so that he doesn't wander off."

Toothless gave his master a look, but did not aim to protest. He was too tired to do anything at this point. So there was no real point in protesting anyway. So he gives gives Hiccup a nod before walking back to his spot before sleeping. By then, the two slowly made their way down the hill to shout the area.

By nightfall, the two of them were only a few miles from the watch in search for any sign of enemy contact. In which they found nothing yet. It was so dark to the point where Aragon had to use a torch, while Hiccup had to pull out his sword. Which wasn't really amusing for Strider. They searched for an hour or two and found only a few tracks that were scattered across the ground.

"Anything yet?" Hiccup asked him

"Not much," Strider answered. "There were a few people who were here a few days ago."

"Should we follow the tracks?" Hiccup questioned.

"No," Aragon responded sharply. "It's best that we wander too far from the Weathertop."

"Okay," Hiccup nodded. "We should probably head back. It's getting late."

"Alright," Strider nodded as well.

By then, the two of them started heading back to the Weathertop. Along the way, something has been bugging Hiccup for a long while. And has been driving him mad. He had to find an answer to it. But he was lucky enough to have Strider answer it for him. Which could be the reason for this disturbance that he has been experiencing lately.

"Hey Strider," he called out. "Is it okay if I ask you something?"

"Permission granted," Strider allowed.

Hiccup felt a little nervous about asking him this. But after the other night with their conversation, he was confident enough that he would be able to understand him better.

"When we were in Bree," he started off. "You said that something was true. What was true?"

There Strider froze dead in his tracks. For him to have brought this up was not really the best time. but if he was to cooperate with him, then it was best that he would know what was so important that he had to say. So he turned to face Hiccup and told him everything that he had to know about what was so true back at the village.

"A few thousand years ago," he said. "A prophecy was told through the White Tree of Gondor. It stated that, 'If darkness was ever to return to Middle Earth. A man of steel and fire with a beast of lightning and death would come to our aid and unite the Free Peoples to defeat Sauron and bring peace to Middle Earth.' When I heard of it I thought that it was just talk. But judging how you came to be, and how far you've come in your life. I thought that maybe, just maybe, you could be that man."

Hiccup was shocked. To be a man with no clue about this world, and is expected to fight a war that he previously was not involved in is something that he could not except. But if they are in need of assistance, then this could be something that he could consider. But for now, he just needs time to think.

"Well," he said. "In that case, we'll see. We first have to get to Rivendell first."

"Okay then," said Strider. "Shall we?"

Then suddenly, a series of piercing shrieks ripped through the air. They looked at the direction of the weathertop and then took one look at one another in recognition of what that sound was and what it meant.

"They're here," said Hiccup.

They immediately drew out their swords and headed straight back to the watchtower. Knowing that the Nazgul have tracked them down to their location. Ready to do battle once more.

Back at the weathertop, Toothless was half asleep as he kept watch on the group. So far everything was going fine, but as time went on, he became too weary to see or smell the sense of a fire starting. He was also unaware of the dangers that a fire could cause. And for that, he didn't stop them.

But for his lack of knowledge, he did hear Frodo waking up and looking at the little campfire that they caused. And unlike Toothless, he wasn't too happy about their actions.

"What are you doing?" he questioned in slight panic.

And much to their concern, they didn't have much of a reaction either.

"Tomatoes," said Merry. "Sausages and nice crispy bacon."

"We saved some for you Mr. Frodo," Sam added.

At an instant, Frodo ran up and started pressing his foot on the campfire. Tempting to put out the flames.

"Put it out you fools," he said. "Put it out!"

"Oh that's nice," said Pippn. "Ash on my tomatoes."

Toothless opened one eye to see the commotion and then closed it afterwards. He had no interest in listening to children and their games. Especially during his nap time. So he didn't even bother to investigate.

But before he could doze off to sleep again, a long loud screech pierced through the air. Which made the Night Fury shoot his eyes up in shock and surprise. He perks his head up and sees the hobbits looking downward at the crevice.

He rushes down and looks to where the hobbits are looking. And from what he saw, five ringwraiths approaching the tower. And from there, he saw the hobbits draw out their Barrow Swords.

"Go!" Frodo shouted.

Then, they all started climbing up to the top of the tower. In quick thinking, Toothless alarms Bill and guides him down the mountain and towards safety.

Once they were off the weathertop, Toothless leaves Bill in a safe place near an old shack surrounded by stoned trolls. With lightning speed, he sprints his way towards the watchtower and climbs up the crevices. Once he reaches the summit, he sees that it's covered in ruins and weathered statues of great people long ago.

He hides on top of a tower and watches as the hobbits circle each other. Waiting for the wraiths to show up. He sees Frodo looking at a specific direction. And in the blackness of night at the specific direction, one of the hooded men arose from the darkness. Toothless observed as it drew out its sword, and held it vertical above its face. Its grip on the sword tightened. Making it more intimidating than before.

It began to approach the hobbits slowly, with four other wraiths following it. They closed in on them, their swords now pointed at them. Ready to strike at will. Toothless could attack them if he wanted to, but he was over matched an outnumbered by these hooded figures of death. He could lose this battle if it was him alone. Forcing the hobbits to think for themselves.

"Back you devils!" Sam yelled as he drew the first strike.

He swings his sword at the middle wraith, but was easily blocked off with a counter swing. Once caught off guard, he smacks Sam across the face. Forcing him to hit a rocks not two far from the group. Merry and Pippin try to shield Frodo from the wraiths, but were easily thrown to the side. Leaving Frodo to face the hooded men alone.

But out of fear, he drops his swords and falls backwards. Which edged Toothless to do something instead of just standing there. But he knew that if he tried facing those wraiths alone, he'd be dead before Hiccup and Strider would come to aid. So he decided to hold back for another few minutes.

Back with Frodo, he unconsciously took out the Ring of Power from his pocket, which was a big mistake in his favor. And all the while knowing well that he shouldn't use its power, he couldn't help himself. But that didn't unnoticed. One of the wraiths in the middle, possibly the leader, approaches Frodo with a smaller blade in his the approach, Frodo began to crawl backwards until his back was up against a fallen pillar.

He began to hear voices that were coming from the ring. Calls to the Nazgul that it couldn't resist. He tried his best to resist those calls, but Frodo had no choice but to use it. So in a attempt to evade the hooded devils, Frodo puts on the ring and ends up disappearing.

Toothless saw this, and looked in every direction bellow to find him. Yet, judging by how the Nazgul were looking, it seems that Frodo hasn't even moved an inch. He turns to the wraiths and sees the lead one extending his hand out. And by an instant, he saw a yellow glowing circle appear from the spot where Frodo disappeared. He watched as it began to move towards the wraith.

But within a range of where it could grab it, the yellow circle was pulled back. And from there, the Nazgul extends his blade and stabs something that was right in front of it. Toothless knew that it was Frodo that it stabbed. He could hear his cries of pain. And his screams of agony. The very suffering of the little hobbit sparked something in the Night Fury's heart.

It wasn't pity or fear that triggered it. But it was a spark of rage. Bloodlust from inside of him that was caused by the very suffering of the little creature. He couldn't take it anymore. The resisting of this pain. He had to do something. No, he needed to do something. Something now.

And with all his might, he released a rage-like roar. In which got the Nazgul's attention. And with his ferocity, he jumped from the pillar and pounced on the lead Nazgul before he could draw his sword to down, he bit the wraith by its hood. Tossing it around like a rag doll. The other wraiths tried to back their leader up, but the Dragon Alpha's tail swept across the area. Forcing the other wraiths to pull back.

By then Frodo had taken off the ring and screamed in agony. Sam noticed this and rushed over to help out Frodo. But Frodo wasn't focused on Sam currently. He was focusing on the dragon who nearly saved him from suffering even more. He watched as the dragon fought with all of his might. Tossing the wraith who stabbed him around relentlessly. And there he thought, there was such courage in the dragon to risk his life to save him.

Toothless tossed the wraith around for a few more seconds before throwing it to a pillar. He turns back and sees that the other wraiths had him surrounded. Closing in as they pointed their swords at him. He snarled at them, turning in every direction as they drew closer. He roared at them with pure rage and anger. Facing each wraith and driving them back a couple more steps. He knew that this would happen. Yet he had no choice. Seeing the hobbit suffer was the spark that fueled him with rage. And at an instant, he turned back and fired a plasma blast at the wraith to his left. Sending it to another pillar.

From there, he grabs another wraith to his right's sword and pulls back. Causing to let go of its weapon and for Toothless to throw it away. There, he was met by a couple swings across the face. Few of which he dodged quickly. He counters them with a shove strike on two wraiths. And then claws another wraith by its face. Sending back a couple of steps.

And while he fought fiercely, it was still not a match for the might of Sauron's servants. They regained their strength and pressed on. Poking their sticks at the Night Fury as they force him to a corner. Two of the wraiths slashed him by the sides of his face as he lunged at them. he swiped his hand at the lead wraiths sword and lunged at it to make an opening. But the wraith pushes him back, stabbing him at his shoulder. Causing blood to leak from the wound.

He tried another option, but he felt relentless attacks forcing upon him. Feeling the cold blade pierce his scales as he lunged at them. And now he he turned back and saw that he was pinned against a pillar side and the edge of the weathertop. One of which four other wraiths ambushed him from behind and forced him down with their might. There, Toothless felt himself being jumped upon by four of the other wraiths.

And within a matter of minutes, he was completely restrained from movement. And was fully isolated. Two of the wraiths were holding his wings down to prevent him from escaping while the other six held him by his head and tail. The seventh wraith approached him from the middle. Toothless gazed upon it as it drew closer, fighting with all hist strength to break free. But despite his efforts, the wraiths tended to be stronger than he ever imagined.

Now at their mercy, he has no other escape plans. The lead wraith was now standing over him. Pressing its foot against his mighty head. It brings its sword up. Preparing to make its first dragon kill in ages. There, Toothless lets out a whimper. Crying out for mercy. Yet the wraith refused it. For it was a being to not give mercy. And for that, Toothless closed his eyes. Awaiting for death to claim him and join all of the other alphas who fell before him.

Yet, before it could strike a blow on him, something catches the Ringwraiths attention. Causing the lead wraith to back up from the dragon. And the next thing he knew, he saw Strider had driven the wraiths back with a sword and torch in both of his hands. The lead Nazgul backed up from the group and focused his attention on Frodo and Sam. One of which who had the ring in their possession.

But before he could take another step, the masked man from the ferry jumped in between them and stood right in front of the young hobbits. Driving a wedge between the wraith and its target. Still in pain from the stab, Frodo manages to turn his head around and see the outline of the person who stands in guard of him. And from where the others were standing. the rest could see as well.

They first misunderstood him as another wraith. But when they noticed the missing leg, they knew exactly who it was. And by the mark on the figure's shoulder, they could really well guess that it was Hiccup. He looked back and saw Frodo's condition. And noticed that he was hurt badly. Then he looks behind the lead wraith and saw that Toothless was gravely injured. From there, he looks at the two again, and then looks at the lead wraith. He was behind all of this. He knew it in his gut. And like Toothless, he craved for justice. Justice that will be served for hurting the boy and his best friend. He holds his sword out and leans into a fighting stance.

"You're gonna pay for what you did to my dragon," he said darkly.

The wraith holds out his swords and initiates in its own fighting stance. Then the two start circling each other. Ready to do battle to ensure their right over the boy and the Night Fury.

The lead wraith stares at his enemy. And judging their previous encounter, this shouldn't be new for the two. Hiccup tightens his grip on his sword with two hands. Ready strike when ready. By then, the lead Nazgul lets out a piercing screech before charging at the young viking. It raised its sword up and brought it down on him. Only for the Berkian Chieftain to counter it with his own sword. The wraith pressed down even more before Hiccup pushes it back. Followed with a kick to the chest with his metal leg.

The hobbits were amazed as the wraith was sent flying to the other end of the weathertop and eventually hitting the top of the pillar. They all watched as the wraith slides down from the pillar and hits the floor. Three of the other wraiths heard their comrade fall and focus their attention of the Viking Chief. Who welcomed anyone else who would dare challenge him.

But while Hiccup was busy with those few wraiths, Strider single handedly battled the other five Nazgul. He swung his torch around as he countered the Ringwraith's sword attacks. He ducked one wraith's swing attack before nudging it with his torch. And by then, the entire wraith was set ablaze. Screaming with piercing screeches as it fled the weathertop.

The other four struggle to keep up with Strider's footwork. By then he ducks again and sets another Nazgul on fire. Leaving just one to deal with as the other two flee the watchtower along with the others. Strider presses his attack on the fourth Nazgul, driving it towards the edge. Eventually for that wraith, it gives up the fight and runs to the edge, jumping off the weathertop in the process.

By then, all that was left was the other three that Hiccup has been dealing with. They charge at him as he readies himself to take on a three to one fight. With one clash, he counters all of their sword strikes. And with his strength, he pushes them back and presses on. He swung his sword at the wraiths. Keeping momentum as he managed his end of the fight. The third wraith temps to cut off his head, but Hiccup ducks, delivering an uppercut to the stomach in the process.

The other two wraiths approach him in two opposite directions, but despite their efforts, Hiccup crouches low and flips his sword. Before they could even touch him, they saw that he was spinning in a circle. And from his end, green smoke came out from the other end of the smoke. In curiosity and caution, they stopped what they were doing and watched as the smoke covered the floor around them.

They looked at Hiccup, who was giving them a smirk. And at an instant, a spark came out from that same end of the sword. And before they knew it, the cloud of smoke was lighten up. Creating a massive explosion. One that set both of the Nazgul on fire. They screeched in pain as they ran to join their kin at the bottom of the weathertop.

Now there were only two left. The other one he did not know, but that previous wraith that accompanied the other two caught him by the back in surprise. Stabbing him in the shoulder in the process. It looks as if he was injured, but he slowly got back up. The hobbits watched in great impression as Hiccup was able resist a blow like that. But much to their amazement, he wasn't finished. He swings his sword around before stabbing the wraith in the chest with his fire sword.

They all watch as the wraith screeches like hell and makes a run for the edge of the tower. Jumping off it as well. After that, he looks at the final wraith. Who came at an standoff with the viking. Strider managed to turn his head and face the wraith as well. The three seemed to be at an impasse. But before anyone could make a move, Strider turns around and throws his torch at the wraith. As it flew, a plasma blast was shot in the air. Hitting the torch as it landed inside the nazgul's hood. Also causing a massive explosion in the process.

By then, the wraith was set ablaze. Fire raging all over its body as it screeched loudly. As it ran to the cliff, it left a trail of fire behind. There, it jumped down and was never seen again. They both looked up and saw Toothless in a firing stance as his smoke came out of his mouth. He took two deep breaths before collapsing to the ground. Hiccup rushed over to his side. Dropping to his knees and held up the dragon's head with his arms.

"Toothless," he said. "Are you okay, bud?"

The Night Fury crooned a bit as he looked back at his scars. He had a few lashes on his neck and two to three blade marks on his back. Most of them were bleeding, but it wasn't as bad as it was before.

"Here," said Strider as he came to his side. "Take this to stop the bleeding."

He gave Hiccup a few herbs and a large piece of cloth to wrap around them. Hiccup accepted them without question and began the healing process. He didn't need a tutorial since he knew a lot about herbs. Which he acquired from one of Gothi's teachings back at Berk.

"Alright Toothless," he calmly said to his companion. "This is gonna hurt a bit. So, try your best to stay still."

He gently took the herbs and mashed them up together. Then, he looked down at the largest wound he got and carefully placed them above them. And with some dignity, he pressed the herbs into the wound. Toothless drew his head back and lets out a howling roar. And then drops his head back down to the ground. After a few seconds, the pain finally stopped for him. And Hiccup was finally able to wrap up most of his wounds.

"I'm sorry bud," he apologized. "But that was the only way."

Toothless shot a look at him but then gave him a forgiving side. For he trusted his human companion into doing what's right. Even if it wasn't the best thing. But beside Toothless's situation. Frodo wasn't doing too good neither. Hiccup heard a cry from him and rushed to his position. There, he saw Strider as well as the other hobbits kneeling beside the fallen boy.

"What happened, Strider?" he asked.

"He's been stabbed by a Morgul Blade," Strider answered as he picked up the blade that was used to injure the young hobbit. One of which dissolved as he spoke. Leaving only the hilt to be seen. "If not treated quickly, he'll turn into a wraith within hours."

"Can you heal him?" asked Hiccup. "You got some qualities of a healer."

"This is beyond my skill to heal," Strider responded. "He needs elvish medicine."

Then he picks Frodo up as he squealed from the agony.

"Can your dragon walk?" he questioned the viking.

"Yeah," Hiccup replied. "He had only a few wounds but he'll be fine. He just has to take it easy for a little bit."

"Good," Strider responded. "Cause we'll need him to carry Frodo for a little while. Two hands aren't always helpful on foot."

"I understand."

Then the two of them walked over to Toothless's side. Who slowly got up on his feet. He seemed to be okay for the most part. But he was in no shape for fighting or flying anyhow. Not after this.

"Hey bud," said Hiccup as he approached him slowly. "Do you think you can carry Frodo until we get to Rivendell?"

Toothless gave him a questioning look at first, but when he looked behind Hiccup and saw the boy gravely injured, he couldn't refuse it. He slowly turns to his side as Strider places the young hobbit on his back. From there, they carefully make it down from the weathertop and continue to make their journey to Rivendell. Before it's too late.

And that's the end of the chapter. Please click on the review button if you have anything to say about the chapter or story in general. If anyone is wondering about the other crossovers, they are currently on hiatus until I finish this story. I'll probably have some time to add chapters for some of them, but this is my decision regarding them. Okay people, please stay tuned for the next chapter.