The dragon crushed his foot down onto Silver. "I don't know whether to kill you now or to let you watch your home be burned to ash." He wondered.
Silver strained painfully, reaching for her belt. The dragon reared back in anger, a dagger protruding from his foot. Silver gasped in air and quickly rolled to the side before the dragon's claws captured her again.
She stood up, hand over her shoulder, wincing. Her sword was across the clearing on the edge of the cave. An angry, scaled, foot swiped at her.
Silver ducked away and ran too her weapon. She held up her sword, with her good arm and turned back to the dragon. He glared at her, narrowing his eyes, and charged.
She thought quickly in her moment of panic. As the dragon's claws hit a tree, Silver climbed onto it's back. She heaved herself halfway up his neck, but something stopped her.
A scale had snagged her arm, it's spiked end poking out of the other side of her forcep. She grimaced and pulled her arm back. The dragon reared it's head and shook, trying to dislodge his parasite.
Silver raised her sword and brought it down into the dragon's neck. The reptile screeched in surprise agony. Silver stabbed the beast's throat thrice more, and it fell. Blood welled from the wound, flooding the rocks.
Silver sighed in relief and collapsed on the ground. Snow began to coat the blood soaked stones. Bushes parted and a group of elves. They stared cautiously at the unconscious woman and the deceased dragon.
Silver awoke in a poorly lit room. She ran her hand over her wounded arm, bandages covered the injuries.
"You're lucky to be alive after loosing that much blood." A voice told her from a dark corner. "Not to mentions the dragon that you were faced with." An elf lit a lamp next to the chair he was lounging in.
"Wh-who are you?" Silver rasped. The blonde elf seemed familiar. "I am Thranduil, king of Mirkwood. Who might you be?" The elven king asked.
"I am a traveler, seeking adventure." She replied. "You are a far way from home. What are you doing in Mirkwood?" Thranduil asked. "I got lost on my way to The Misty Mountain." Silver coughed.
"Well, seems like those who seek to visit that mountain encounter a dragon." He handed a pitcher of water to the adventurer.
She nodded and took a drink out of an extra mug. "Usually, dragon hunters keep a souvenir. Your no hunter, are you?" Thranduil puzzled.
Silver shook her head. "I would like to keep one of his teeth though, and maybe the scale that was wedged in my arm." She admitted. Thranduil didn't look surprised.
He got up and opened the door. "My son will be in here soon, he will be your escort out of the forest." He mumbled. He poked his head back into the room.
"Oh, and the dragon scale is on the nightstand, in a cloth wrap." Thranduil left, leaving the tired patient to her own company.
A/n
OK, put it in the reviews. How many of you thought that our little heroine was dead? I know I did. :3 Thanks for reading this and I'll see you next time with the newest chapter, 'There are many paths to tread'.