Hey everyone. Here's Chapter seven. I don't really have much to say about progress or the story but I'll say this to the person who commented about people being afraid of Toothless. It won't go unnoticed. There will be some point in the story where he is called out as a monstrosity. And there will be other times where people question his presence. But have nothing to worry, they will appear in the future. Alright everyone, enjoy the chapter.

Frodo slowly started to regain consciousness. He opened his eyes and found himself lying on a warm, comforting bed. With his head settling on one of the softest pillows he had ever felt since his time at the Shire. Turns out, Hiccup and Arwen were able to make it in time to save him. And for that, he is very grateful for their assistance. Now it's only a matter of figuring out where he is.

"Where am I?" he asked himself.

"You are in the House of Elrond," said a strange voice. "And it is ten o'clock in the morning. On October the twenty-fourth, if you want to know."

He turned to his right and saw a tall man sitting in a chair beside him. He wore a pointy hat and had a gray beard that stretched down his chin. He was someone that was quite familiar to the young hobbit. Perhaps a certain wizard mentioned in Bree.

"Gandalf," he called him by name.

"Yes, I'm here," said the wizard. "And you're lucky to be here too. A few more hours and you would've been beyond our aid. But you have some strength in you, my dear hobbit."

Frodo began sat up for a bit. He felt a bit of pain across his chest. But nothing too serious.

"The credit goes to the man with the dragon," he said. "If it weren't for him I'd would've never made it."

"Of course," said Gandalf. "The lad has some courage in him. And for that, we thank him for his service."

Yes they both did, but something else hit Frodo's mind. Something that should've happened back at the Village of Bree.

"What happened Gandalf?" he asked him. "Why didn't you meet us?"

"Well, I'm sorry Frodo," said Gandalf. He paused for a bit in his own guilt. But he managed to tell him. "I was delayed."

Flashback

On the top of Isengard just a few days back, Saruman continues to torment the grey wizard as he tosses him around. A few days ago, Gandalf rode to the tower to seak council from the white wizard. He told him so much about the enemy. But shortly after he has discovered that his old friend had been working with the enemy through the use of the palantir.

Saruman has tried to convince him to join the enemy's side in hopes of sparing his life, but the old man had refused his offer. Locking in a deadly battle that would decide his fate. He tried his best to defeat Saruman, but came to no prevail, and was quickly overpowered by the wizard's might. Now he remains a prisoner of his. With no way to escape the horrible torture he has received from him.

But fortunately for him, he has found a way to escape. Through communicating with a moth to send help, What it was that would come to his aid was a mystery, but would be found out shortly.

"Friendship of Saruman is not likely thrown aside," said the White Wizard. "One ill turn deserves another. It is over. Embrace the power of the ring, or embrace your own destruction."

He tosses Gandalf to the ground once more. Bringing him to his mercy. But from what Gandalf has seen, the tiny moth has come back to him. And from which he knew that help had arrived. And now, all that was left was to give the traitor one last message.

"There is only one Lord of the Ring," he said with great dignity. "Only one who could bend it to his will. And he doesn't...share...power."

Then, he makes a break for the the edge of the tower and jumps over. Saruman rushes over and looks down, only to see the Gray Wizard land on the back of a large eagle. From there, he watches as he flies away from Isengard. Leaving him to himself.'

"So you have chosen death," Saruman muttered.

"Gandalf," he said. "What is it?"

"Nothing Frodo," Gandalf replied.

By then, the two of them dropped the issue. And although Frodo would like to hear the story, he respected his friend's wishes. But besides that, the two of them were interrupted by a few visitors. For the most part, Sam was probably the most eager to see his condition. For too long has Frodo been asleep. And now, he gets a chance to visit him at the right time.

"Frodo!" he said as he rushes over to his side.

"Sam," Frodo says in recognition.

"Bless you're awake."

Gandalf chuckled a little as he watched Sam take Frodo's hand.

"Sam has hardly left your side since he arrived here."

He looked at him and then noticed someone else entering the room. And judging by looks, he was completely recognizable. For Hiccup had entered the chamber in hopes of seeing him too.

"It's you," he said. "It's-"

"Hey kid," said Hiccup. "How are you feeling?"

"Well, I guess, " Frodo replied. "if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be here."

"Well, I'm just glad we were able to make it in time," Hiccup admitted. "You weren't doing so good when we arrived."

Yes Hiccup was here to see him, but Frodo thought that there was something missing. Something that could add in to the equation.

"Where is-?"

"He's in the other room sleeping," Hiccup answered. "After they took you in, the people here showed us the way to our chambers. And let me tell you. Settling in wasn't that hard. After getting us fed and our clothes washed from all of the traveling, we were able to manage just fine. Except when Toothless couldn't keep his head off of every female elf in the building. he was almost love-crazed. Especially with that Arwen fella. Ever since she showed up, he never took his eyes off her."

"Strider wouldn't have been happy about that," said Frodo.

"Well, not in that kind of manner," Hiccup added. "It's almost like...if he had a thing with the beauty of the elves. Because it wasn't just her. A few days ago, he got some of the lady elves to caress him to the point where they had to seduce him with garden oil. It wasn't a pretty sight."

They all chuckled to hear a tale like that. Even if it was a pretty short one. But while he thought of this, he also remembered that he had never properly introduced him to Gandalf.

"Hey Hiccup," he said. "Have you ever met Gandalf before?"

"Yes," Hiccup answered. "He came to me just yesterday and gave me all of the answers that I needed."

"Well, let us not forget that you are the one who saved him," said Gandalf. "And I'm a friend of all who do good in this world. Even of you're not technically from here."

"Well, the honor is mine, Master Gandalf," Hiccup thanked. "You're a good man. And good men like you have my upmost respect."

"Well thank you," Gandalf replied.

The two shared a look before focusing their attention on Frodo and Sam.

"But enough about us," said Hiccup. "This is about you."

"Yeah," said Sam. "We were worried about you. Weren't we Mr. Gandalf?"

"By the skill of Lord Elrond," said Gandalf. "You're beginning to mend."

And before they all knew it, an elf with a tiara on top of his head appeared next to Gandalf. Looking down at the dear hobbit.

"Welcome to Rivendell," he said. "Frodo Baggins."

After taking a look at Frodo, he turns to his attention to Hiccup. Who gave a a little bow with his head in respect of the lord of this house. And in return, the elf lord bowed his head down as well.

"Come, Master Hiccup," he said. "We have much important things to discuss."

"Of course, Lord Elrond," Hiccup responded as he exited the chamber through the window side. From there, him and Gandalf followed him shortly. But before he could exit, the Gray Wizard gave the two hobbits one last look before leaving.

"All leave you to it, Frodo," he said as he exited the building.

By the afternoon the three of them reached a part in Rivendell that was covered in books and many papers. Much to Hiccup's surprise, these books contained lots of information on Middle Earth. And although he has now figured out where he is, he now has to find out if he could get home or not.

"So, like you have mentioned before," said Elrond. "You are the man who would seek to bring peace to your people."

"That's right," Hiccup replied. "But what exactly is it that you wanted to show me? I've only been here for a few days and don't even know where I am...specifically that is."

"Your questions will be answered shortly, Master Viking," Elriond responded. "Follow me."

Next thing he knew, Hiccup was being led into a secret chamber among one of the book shelves. He was led down a stair case that pointed the three of them in the direction of a secret chamber. When they reached the bottom, a metal gate covered the other side of the room. Fortunately for Elrond, he did not need a key to open the door.

He simply pushed it open, and what was on the other side, was one thing that Hiccup could not ignore. A stone table laid in the center of the room. Torches with blue flame glowed on the opposite sides of the chamber. There, a tablet laid on top of the stable. Covered in markings that were of a different language. A language that the elves use in their time. Hiccup examined it. Observing every detail with extreme precaution.

"What is this?" he asked.

"This was made shortly after Isildur's death," Gandalf answered.

"I'm sure that your friend Strider told you of the prophecy?" Elrond questioned.

"Yes, he did," Hiccup responded.

"So you can now see here, Dragon Master, that your coming was foretold by these people," said Gandalf. "And the time that you've presence in Middle Earth..has been at the right time indeed."

"Why?" asked Hiccup. "What's going on around here?"

"We are at war with the armies of Mordor to the east," said Elrond. "Sauron is gathering all his strength to him. Soon he will have a legion so vast that the people of Middle Earth will not be able to withstand."

"Yes, but," said Hiccup. "Who exactly is this Sauron fellow? I hear him so much that he's almost like a legend in a fairy tale."

"This is no fairy tale Master Hiccup," said Gandalf. "But may I suggest we start at the beginning to answer your question."

Elrond gives Gandalf a nod before turning back to Hiccup to tell him how this whole situation started.

"To start off it was a simple beginning," he started. "It began many years ago when the Rings of Power were forged. Three for the elves, Seven of the Dwarves, and Nine for the race of men."

As Lord Elrond told the story, Hiccup watched as he pulled out a scroll from his pocket and placed it on the stone table. He unrolled it and showed Hiccup a map of Middle Earth. Something that Hiccup had been looking for since he first came to this placed.

"After a while," he continued. "The rings gave each race enough strength to govern their own kingdoms. But just before we could live in peace, we were all deceived by Sauron. Who forged a ring of power in secret to control the other rings. And within that ring, he poured everything into it. Giving it all of his might and his cruelty. And with his new ring, he gained complete dominance over all of Middle Earth. And one by one, many villages and kingdoms fell into ruin by the orcs. And many free lands fell for the power of the ring. But of course, there were some who were able to resist. And just three thousand years ago, a last alliance of men and elves made an attempt to defeat Sauron and gain freedom of middle Earth. And of course, I was there to witness it all."

"Wait," Hiccup interrupted. "You were there?"

"Of course," said Elrond. "I was Captain under the command of Gil-glad. The battle of Mordor was very violent. Brave ones gave their lives for the freedom of their people. even Gil-glad himself. But we were able to push the armies of Mordor back and defeat Saruons armies. And on that day...it should've ended."

"What happened after that?" asked Hiccup.

"That was when he came out," said Gandalf. "To counter their armies himself."

"Yes," Elrond added. "He came out to face us in the battle. Many were slain. Elendil, High king of Gondor, a kingdom of man, had been striked down by the Dark Lord himself. His son, Isuildur took his father's broken sword and did the undoing."

"What was that?"

"He cut the finger that wielded the One Ring," Elrond answered. "And for that, for so many years Middle Earth fought for his freedom. And by then, the enemy has been defeated. But what came next, was he most unfortunate."

"What was it?"

Three thousand years ago

"Isuildur hurry," said a much younger Elrond. "Follow me."

(Voice over three thouand years later) "I led Isuildur into the fires of Mount doom. Where the ring was once forged. And the only place where it could be unmade."

The two of them came across a long bridge, leaving to a dead end just at the end of it. At the bottom, there appeared a pool of lava. One of which had the power to undo the Ring of Power.

"Cast it into the fire!"

Isildur was about to do so, but when he took one last look at the ring, he started to hear whispers. As if the ring was calling to him.

"Destroy it!" Elrond commanded.

But consumed by his greed and his hate, his refused to do so. Smiling at Elrond menacngly.

"No!"

Then he walks away from Mount Doom, taking his newly earned prize doing so.

"ISILDUR!"

"Isildur kept the ring," Elrond added on. "And the line of kings had been broken. The strength of men began to fade. They're now divided, scattered, and leaderless."

"What happened to Isildur?" asked Hiccup.

"The ring deceived him to his death," Gandalf answered. "He died being ambushed by orcs who were trying to take back what belonged to their master."

"And the ring?"

"It had been lost," said Elrond. "Forgotten. For many generations. As years went on it started to become a myth. That was until a creature by the name of Gollum, found it in a lake and took it into the Misty Mountains. For many years there, it broke him in body and spirit. Very soon he was nothing more than a little monster."

"Like a gremlin I suppose?" asked Hiccup.

"I do not know what a gremlin is," Elrond answered. "But if it was to be like him, then yes. After a while, the ring began to grow tired of him. And sought out a new master. One day, it abandoned him. And them came into the hands of a hobbit. Whom had found it during his quest to Erebor."

"And I believe," said Hiccup. "That it was Frodo who found it. Or am I mistaken."

"it was actually his Uncle, Bilbo Baggins," said Gandalf. "An old friend of mine. He carried it back to the Shire. Where he kept it in his possession for a long while..."

Then, Gandalf told him the story about the events of Bilbo's 111th birthday, followed by Frodo finding out about the presence of the One ring. He also told him about how Frodo needed to get as far away from the Shire as possible as the Nazgul were hunting him.

He also told him that Gollum had been the reason that he was found out. For he had been captured and tortured by the orcs for countless hours. He also added that they had been betrayed by Saruman and how he knows about the prophecy.

"Well, said Hiccup. "That was, a lot of information."

"But you see, Persecutor," said Gandalf. "Sauron is now on the move. He is regaining most of his strength through the power of the ring."

"Yes," said Hiccup. "But what does Sauron have to do with the ring if he's gone."

"So we thought, Master Hiccup," said Elrond. "But, by the beginning of the third age, his spirit endured. Bounded to the ring itself. Until it is destroyed in Mount Doom, he will never be truly gone."

"And all of this power," Hiccup said. "Is just in a ring?"

"As you can see, Dragon Tamer," Elrond responded. "It may not be a mere coincidence that brought you here from where ever you came from. But fate itself had brought you hear to help us. That is if you're willing to do so, is it?"

There, Hiccup stayed silent for a moment. For a person such as himself, it was a lot to take in. For him to be taken from his homeworld and asked to fight a war that he was never to be involved in was really hard for him. But then again, he needs more time to process looks down at the stone table and then looks back up at the two.

"If you don't mind," he said. "I might needs some time to talk with my dragon. To process this whole thing if it's okay."

"Please, Master Hiccup," said Gandalf. "Take as much time as you need."

Then, he respectively bows his head at the two and takes his leave.

In a room just two doors to the left of Frodo's. Toothless laid in the corner. Completely dazed out in his own dreams. He opens one eye out lazily and sees his companion friend coming in from the door. He watched as Hiccup slowly walked over to the other side and sit on a little table with some of his gear sitting on top of it.

There, he did a little bit of repairing with his suit and armor. He took a shoulder plate off and did some repairs on it. Once it was finished, he placed it back to where it originally was and resumed to do the rest. But before he did so, he heard a soft croon that came from the sleeping dragon. He saw as he best friend started to wake up and crawl his way to Hiccup.

"Hey bud," he greeted. "How are you getting on?"

Toothless gave him a low warble and sat his head on the table. Still feeling a bit dazed.

"So," said Hiccup. "What do you think of this place, bud? Should we get involved in this?"

Toothless gave him a few more crooning sounds before nudging his arm a bit.

"You think so?" Hiccup questioned. "But remember bud, this war isn't ours. We already have our problems back at Berk. We should be putting our efforts into getting home, not wasting it on fighting some one else's battle."

Toothless growled at him for a bit before he looked out at the window. From there, they both watched as Frodo had a bit of fun with his friends. They observed them as they went on peacefully. Then Toothless motioned to the picture of the Nazgul that was in his scrapbook that laid on the table as well. Then he made a few more warbling sounds before looking back at the door. There, Hiccup thought very well.

Maybe Toothless was right about this. That if they leave, then the hobbits will die for nothing. That carrying Frodo all this was would just be a waste. And if they abandon this world, then there wouldn't be a world to come back to if he had the chance. Leaving the others to lose morale and give up hope for their freedom.

"Well, you do have a good point, bud," he admitted. "Doing the right thing is always helpful. I suppose we should probably do something."

Then he looks at Toothless, who gave him the cutest puppy-dog face he has ever seen him give him. He looked into his eyes, and saw pity for the hobbits and all the other people of this place. And at that moment, Hiccup knew that he had to make the right decision. Which was most dire to them.

"Ah, why not," he said as he patted Toothless on the head.

The dragon happily growled as he licked Hiccup in the face. And much to Hiccup's disgust from the slime, he couldn't argue with him there. He got up from his chair and walks out of the door. He finds one of the servants who was just waiting outside for him.

"My lord Elrond has sent me to give his regards about your decision," said the servant. "Have you decided yet?"

"Tell Lord Elrond that me and Toothless accept his request," Hiccup answered. "That we will help him in the fight against Sauron."

"Thank you, Master Hiccup. He will be so pleased with your decision."

"Aw please, call me Hiccup," he pointed out. "This whole "master" thing is all but out of hand."

"Of course," the servant muttered. "I'll bring word to him as soon as possible."

A few hours later, Gandalf and Elrond watched in a balcony nearby as Frodo started having a bit of fun with the other hobbits. They just got the message about Hiccup's final decision and were very grateful that he accepted. Now all they had to worry about was the hobbit whom would have an extraordinary power of resisting the ring's will.

"His strength returns," said Elrond.

"That wound will never fully heal," said the wizard. "He will carry it for the rest of his life."

"And yet to have come so far," Elrond added. "Still bearing the ring, the hobbit has shown great resilience to its evil."

He walks over into the library and pours a cup of wine.

'It is a burden he should never have had to bear," Gandalf rebuked. "We can ask no more of Frodo."

Elrond turns to Gandalf with weary eyes as he hold the cup in his hand.

"Gandalf," he said. "The enemy is moving. Saruon's forces are massing in the east. His eye is fixed on Rivendell. And Saruman tell me has betrayed us. Our list of allies grows thin."

"His treachery grows deeper than you think," Gandalf explains. "By foul craft, Saruman has crossed orcs with goblin men. He's breeding an army in the Caverns of Isengard. An army that could move in sunlight. And cover a great distance of speed. Saruman is coming for the ring."

"This evil cannot be concealed by the elves," Elrond shot. "We don't have the strength to fight both Mordor and Isengard."

"Maybe," said Gandalf. "But if it's right, we would have one trick up our sleeve."

"And what's that my friend?" asked Elrond.

"The viking and his dragon," Gandalf answered. "He had just agreed to help us a few hours ago. The Prophecy has never been wrong. He could be the one to help us."

"But can he truly take on both the armies of Mordor and Isengard alone?" Elrond questioned. "He is just one rider alone. And one rider cannot defeat two legions single handedly."

"Yes but, how could we be sure?" asked Gandalf. "We hardly know the lad. And if i'm accurate, there is more to him than meets the eye."

"How so?" Elrond questioned. "As far as I can see, he's just as normal as the rest of us."

"I spoke with Aragon about the lad," Gandalf responded. "He has told me that he was able to handle four of the wraiths that were attacking the hobbits at the weathertop. And he also told me that the dragon was able to fight off all of the nine without breaking a sweat. Fighting all of nine wraiths with nothing but tooth and claw is a death wish. But the dragon was able to take them all on with great ferocity. We might not have seen it, but the two of them are just full of many surprises. And if there is the slightest chance that he's not the only one, then he could summon an army that could turn to our favor. Which could make them a powerful ally in the war."

"I'm sorry Gandalf," Elrond admitted. "But even with their help, the ring cannot stay here."

Gandalf walks over to the window in disbelief. For him to not consider a primitive defense would be unwise. But just before he could lose hope on his old friend, he sees a group of riders who arrived at the front gardens. There, he sees a man, a party of elves, and a few dwarves dismounting and looked around in wonder.

"This peril belongs to all of Middle earth," said The Lord of Rivendell. "They must decide how to end it. The time of the elves is over. My people are leaving these shores. Who will you look to when we've gone? The dwarves? They hide in their mountains seeking riches. They care nothing for the troubles of others."

"It is in men that we must place our hope in," Gandalf insists.

"Men?" Elrond disagrees. "Men are weak. The race of men is failing. The blood of Numenor is all but spent. Its pride and dignity forgotten. It is because of men that the ring survived. Now, there is no strength left in the world of men. The line of kings is broken."

"Of course," Gandalf added. "But there is one who could unite them. One who reclaim the throne of Gondor."

"He turned from that path a long time ago," Elrond explained. "He has chosen exile."

Evening had finally fallen over the kingdom of Rivendell. The crickets chirped through the air. And all of the while, Strider had sat on the terrace reading a book. but as he minded his own business, footsteps echoed through the area. And the man who arrived at the gardens enters the room.

He pauses in front of the broken pieces of the sword that was wielded by the great king Isildur. He regards the paintings intently, then slowly turns to Strider as he noticed his presence.

"You are no elf," said the man.

"The Men of the South are Welcome here," Strider reassured.

"Who are you?" the man asked.

"I'm a friend of Gandalf the Grey," Strider answered.

"Then we have a common purpose," the man replied. "Friend."

The man seemed pretty puzzled by Strider's reluctance in revealing his name. But did his best to show good-nature with him. For it was to be a gentlemen's way of doing things. Then he turns back to see the broken sword lying on a frame just in front of the statue. He carefully picked up the haft of the sword and started shifting it in his hands. Testing the weight of the blade and feels as a warrior would.

"The shards of Narsil," he mumbles. "The blade that cut the ring from Sauron's hand."

He runs the blade with his fingers and gets a little cut in the process.

"Still sharp," he noted. "But no more than a family heirloom."

Then he carelessly returns the sword, not knowing that the blade slips from its place and hits the ground with a loud chatter. Without any acknowledgement, the man hesitates and walks away. From there, Strider was about to pick the blade up and put it back in its place. But he sees that Hiccup had beaten him to it. He watched as the viking lad approaches the blade from the shadows and noticed that he watched the entire scene. And saw him pick it up. He takes a look at Strider before putting it back at its place.

"So," he started. "This is the sword that cut the ring from Sauron, am I right?"

He sees Strider giving him a nod before he takes one last look at the sword. He examined it closely before placing it on the shrine, where it belongs.

"So, I heard from Gandalf that you have agreed to help us in our dark times," said Strider. "Tell me, why do you lend us your aid? I'm sure you have other problems."

"Well, fighting for what's right has been a thing that I've been taught to do for a long while," Hiccup explained. "And seeing that you guys are very desperate, I just couldn't turn away from your offer."

"I see," Strider said in impression. "If I may say so, I have read the prophecy many times over. And may I ask, how many of you are there? Because I take it that you are not the only one."

"Many," Hiccup answered. "Me and my mother were the first riders. By the time I tamed Toothless, everyone in my village had a dragon of their own."

"And how many dragons do you say there are?" Strider questioned.

"As many as you can count," Hiccup responded. "And since Toothless is the Alpha, we could summon an entire flock behind our back. Maybe an army if we could."

"Interesting," Strider mumbled. "And tell me, have you ever defied death itself."

"Many times," Hiccup replied. "And it was mostly Toothless who saved me. If it wasn't for him, I would've died long ago."

Then he notices Arwen entering the room and leaves the two be.

"The boy is a warrior with many mysteries," she said.

"Yes," Strider admits. "Yes he is."

It was around midnight. And Toothless had just awoken. He wandered around the kingdom of Rivendell for quite some time. Passing a massive waterfall that glimmered in the moonlight. He waked through a bridge and stared down bellow. Loneliness had filled within his heart. And he wished that Hiccup would be by his side.

But before he could guess any further, he sees something just ahead of him. He lets out a little warble before rushing over to the image that was in front of him. As he came to the edge of the clearing, he stops. Looking on ahead. And just a few miles up ahead, he sees both Arwen and Strider standing in the middle of a bridge just across from him.

He didn't have to worry about hiding since he was out of range of them seeing him. From there, he watched the two from that distance. Observing their every move. He examined them as they spoke in the same elvish language as they always did.

"Do you remember when we first met?" she asked him.

"I thought that I had strayed into a dream," he answered softly.

"Long years have passed," she added. "You did not have the cares you carry now. Do you remember what I told you?"

Toothless watched as Strider looked at a necklace that hung down her neck. Then he heard them speaking the regular tongue.

"You said that you would bind yourself to me," he responded. "Forsaking the immortal life of your people."

"And to that I hold," she added. "I would rather share one lifetime with you, than face all the ages of this world alone."

Then the Night Fury saw as the She-elf take off her necklace and place it into the Ranger's hands.

"I choose a mortal life," she said.

"You cannot give me this," he insisted.

"It is mine to give whom I will," she resisted. "Like my heart."

Then, the two shared a look at each other. A look of love and compassion. Strider wrapped his hand around the necklace, and looked into her eyes. And before the dragon's very eyes, he watched the two kiss in the moonlight. Casting a ghostly glow that shimmered across Rivendell.

Toothless crooned a bit as the scenery reflected into his eyes, and entered his very soul. And at that moment, Toothless wondered to himself if he would ever find love like them. If he would ever find it in his heart to gain a mate that he would spend the rest of his life with. After a moment or two, of observing he turns away and heads back to the chambers. Leaving them two to enjoy their moment of peace alone.

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