I'm following the movie "Ella Enchanted", but there are location elements from the book, such as Kyrria being the region where Parker's at. Enjoy. :)

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As the group of elves, hobbits, and dragonoid proceeded to leave the village of Pim, Parker looked back and around the village. He would miss coming here, witnessing all the annoying entertainment, which was all right to a certain degree. He'd miss the elves and the hobbits gathered in the village. In a way, he couldn't help but like his human-hobbit form. His human self kept reminding him of Eliza, his wife, while his hobbit self led to his attachment to his great-grandson Terrence.

Either way, he wouldn't forget the lessons he learned here in Kyrria and it was only about to get better… or worse, depending on the circumstances.

As they rode through the woods towards the giants' territory, Parker rode up beside Terrence and Marjorie's ponies. He had to speak with Marjorie, discover who she was and why Terrence was so infatuated with her. She seemed like a nice young lass, but she certainly had a way of stabbing words into people's hearts; at least, that's what Parker assumed she did after she told him he failed to defeat Vitiate.

"Marjorie, can we talk?" Parker asked, getting her attention. "I know you said I failed to defeat Vitiate. I know I did. It's just that people don't like to admit their failures."

"Shouldn't we at least be aware of failures and successes? Shouldn't there be a balance? Parker," Marjorie said, getting his attention, "I'm sorry I made you feel uncomfortable. I was just stating a fact. Maybe I shouldn't have behaved so harshly."

"You're forgiven. Can I ask what you like to do for a living?" Parker asked, curiously.

"Painting," Marjorie admitted. "I've always wanted to be a painter. That's how I was able to leave Kyrria for a while. I couldn't stand it. A hobbit not being allowed to do anything except to entertain is cruel. It's not our only job!"

"So, where is your home now?" Parker asked her, curiously.

"My home is in Kyrria. That's how Terrence found me," Marjorie said with a sigh. "Thank you for taking care of him. I know it must have been hard. He must have used you in some way or another, just like he does when meeting dragons. Of course, any hobbit would think you're useful." She apologized, "I'm sorry. My mouth runs away with me. You're just trying to help."

"You think I'm used?" Parker asked, curiously. It explained why Terrence and Frodo reacted the way they did. Maybe he should be mindful of hobbits from now on.

"Not in a bad way," Marjorie said, sympathetic. "It's just… you never know what may come up. Keep your eyes peeled and you should be fine." She told him, bluntly, "I'm going to ride with Terrence. You can join us if you want."

"Thanks for the offer. I need time alone though," Parker said, nodding to her.

"Okay. Just don't stray too far," Marjorie said, nodding back to him as she rode next to Terrence.

Parker looked on at Terrence and Marjorie in sorrow. They looked so happy together. It made him realize what an idiot he had become, believing hobbits were supposed to be the gentle creatures. Now, every hobbit wanted to use him. It wasn't right. He wasn't a pack animal. He wasn't.

Then again, his life hadn't been blissful. He much rather preferred hobbits from Before the First Age, as opposed to the First Age hobbits. The hobbits from Before the First Age were kind to dragonoids. They didn't use him for their own ends. What were these worlds coming to?

"We're here! Wait here. I'll be right back!" Slannen said, stopping the group in the giants' territory. When he came back, two giants accompanied him. They were the ones willing to join them on their quest to save Ella at Lamia.

Parker sighed. What further danger could they run into? He hardly knew, as they continued on their way to Lamia and to Ella.

~o~

By morning, Parker, Slannen, and the group of elves and hobbits stopped their horses at a stable in Lamia. The castle wasn't that far away now. In fact, before them stood a market, which they traversed through before reaching the castle gate. Slannen hid the group behind a wall, including the giants.

It was here that Parker grabbed Marjorie and Terrence, telling them, "What's this I hear about hobbits using me? In the time before the First Age, hobbits were friendlier to dragonoids."

"I'm sorry!" Terrence whimpered. He calmed down, "Look, I didn't know who you were when we first met. When you told me your name, I thought I could use you to go on a quest, do something spectacular. I'm sorry I wronged you."

"So, hobbits use dragonoids now? That's enlightening," Parker whispered, hotly.

"Don't take it too hard," Terrence told him, seriously. "Not all hobbits are like that. Some may even want to help you."

"Frodo was the same way. How did he get here?" Parker asked Terrence, alarmed and confused.

Terrence shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe he picked up on some of our habits. He is from the Third Age, after all."

"Wait. There's a hobbit who came here from the Third Age?" Marjorie asked, confused. "How?"

"It's a long story. But unfortunately, I don't know how he did it," Terrence said. He looked at Parker, extending his hand. "Look, can you forgive me for what I did to you? I promise I won't use you again. In fact, we need your help to restore this kingdom. That's all I ask." He added, when Parker hesitated, "Look, hobbits are people. People change. No one's going to hurt you. Just give our race a chance and we'll give you a chance. Think about it. You need allies. We do, too. Help us and we'll help you. Does this sound fair?"

Parker sighed. What did he have to lose? He shook Terrence's hand, grinning at him in a fatherly way.

"Okay," Parker said, calmly. "But I don't want to get hurt again. I'm done with that."

"I promise no one will hurt you," Marjorie said, politely. "We're not all mean. Well, some of us are jerks. But we're here to help you, not hurt you."

"Granted, some of us took you being the famous Parker Dooley as a shock," Terrence chuckled. "That's why I behaved the way I did. It happens."

"Don't try to justify your actions. You were trying to use me," Parker said, curtly.

"I promise it won't happen again," Terrence said, releasing the dragonoid's hand. "You know, you have a strong grip."

"And you have a kind grip," Parker chuckled, grateful they were getting along.

Their happy moment ended, the moment a group of ogres with blue skin and wearing leather clothes popped out from behind a stack of hay. It turned out the ogres, after scaring the elves, hobbits, and dragonoid, wanted to help them defeat Sir Edgar. Their agreement was mutual, as soon as Slannen shook the ogre Nish's hand.

Now, the only thing that remained was getting inside the palace… which Slannen figured out by using an executioner's cart to hide everyone, while he took the driver's seat, disguised in black.

The inside of the cart wasn't roomy. In fact, Parker had to transform into a mouse just to fit inside. Terrence and Marjorie held onto him, making sure Parker was safe as Slannen drove the cart past the gate.

"You'll be safe. I promise," Marjorie said to Parker, curtly.

"Somehow, I wish I learned how to shapeshift," Terrence murmured.

"Can you shapeshift?" Marjorie asked Terrence, curiously.

"Well, it's passed down in the Dooley family tree," Terrence admitted with a smirk. "Don't worry. With Parker's help, I'm sure I can shapeshift."

"I hope so, too," Marjorie said, kissing him on the cheek.

Parker squeaked in delight. So far, so good. Now, to find Ella and save the kingdom from Sir Edgar.

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Parker waited until he and the group were safely inside the castle, away from prying eyes, before Terrence set him down. Soon enough, Parker transformed back into the light red dragonoid that everyone knew and loved. The second Parker was back in his dragonoid form, he rubbed himself over. Adrenaline crept up on him, making him feel all jittery inside.

"It's not easy being a mouse. So many extremities," Parker said with a light smirk.

"Come on!" Slannen said, leading the group down to the dungeon.

Parker watched the comedic display the moment they were at the dungeon's door. There was Slannen singlehandedly getting the guard to open the door. Parker couldn't help but laugh at the ogres knocking the guard out… at least, until the ogres almost ate the guards' finger off.

"What's going on here?" Slannen said, surprised no one paid attention to his monologue.

"Couldn't we at least take him to go?" Nish asked, concerning the guard.

"Put the nice man down," Slannen said with candor, his words forcing Nish and his ogre friend to drop the guard. As soon as Slannen took the keys from the guard's belt, he ran inside the dungeon, freeing Ella from her cell.

Parker caught a glimpse of Ella. Ella had straight brown hair, pale skin, and was wearing an elegant white dress with no sleeves, but with two white straps attached to the dress. It didn't take Ella long to lead Slannen, Parker, and the others out of the dungeon.

They were on their way to the coronation. There was no stopping them now; at least, that's what Parker thought.

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Parker stayed with Terrence and Marjorie, the moment they, Ella, and Slannen reached the entrance room to the coronation hall. It didn't take Nish and his ogre friends long to knock out the guards, so everyone could make their way into the coronation hall.

Parker looked around the hall in amazement. There was a wide window at the end of the hall, with a wooden throne standing on top of a stone platform. There were red banners hanging from the ceiling, as well as a red rug that ran down the aisle. A crowd of people were also gathered in the hall. The looks on the crowd's faces, upon seeing them, was filled with shock and awe. They hadn't seen a dragonoid before, or so Parker guessed from their expressions.

The light red dragonoid jumped the moment Sir Edgar's soldiers, dressed in black armor, followed by the Red Guard—Ninjas wearing red armor—joined the fray to kill Ella and her friends. Parker didn't have a choice. He ran towards one of the soldiers, knocking him unconscious with his fist.

Parker looked around the room. There was so much fighting going on that Parker could hardly tell who was winning. He looked up as a prince wearing brown clothes joined the fight, handing Ella a sword while they talked things over. Good for them, Parker thought, moments before rushing towards Terrence and Marjorie, helping them out against the soldiers and the Red Guard.

Parker looked in shock as Terrence and Marjorie fought side by side against the soldiers. At one point, they stopped the moment Parker and Terrence crossed blades, before continuing to fight the soldiers off.

Parker punched two more soldiers out, giving the soldiers nosebleeds before knocking them unconscious. Soon enough, the soldiers were down for the count, causing Parker to roar in triumph.

"We did it!" Parker said, embracing Terrence and Marjorie.

"Look!" Marjorie said, pointing to the stone platform. Parker looked, too, stunned to see the conflict end as soon as it began. Sir Edgar, under his own scrutiny, grabbed the purple and white crown, putting it on his head. No way! Sir Edgar poisoned himself, for he fell on the floor, knocked unconscious.

Parker smiled, glad when Ella and her prince, Prince Charmont, kissed and, eventually, decided to marry. Parker turned to Terrence and Marjorie, smiling when the happy hobbit couple embraced and kissed.

"Is there going to be a double wedding?" Parker asked, grateful the two happy couples were getting what they wanted.