A/N: This is the Chapter that REALLY GOT OM MY NERVES! And the main reason for such a headache? Two words: Talking Dragon. Yeah, you know…have to figure out what a dragon would say and what he would do etc., etc., etc.

I own NOTHING but my OC: Elizabeth and the Dragon. If you see the Doctor Who reference review and see if you can pronounce it without messing up. And I'm sorry for any spelling errors from here on out. Can't spell to save my life.

Chapter 5: Tea with a Dragon

I sat on the carpet and thought about all I just learned. "So, let's see if I got this right. You are the Great Grand-cousin of Smaug, the Dragon who concurred the Lonely Mountain and was felled by the Black Arrow shot by Bard the Bowman of Esgaroth," he nodded. "You were assigned the job of teaching the last of the true Dragon-Bloods the History and Powers of said Dragon-Blood," he nodded again. "And your last name is really the name of a fictional planet?"

He smiled. "Yes. I am Draco Raxacoricofallapatorius*." "Raxacori-… um… Raxacoricofall-… Can I just call you Draco?" He laughed and nodded his head. There was a whistle and he turned to the fireplace on the opposite wall. Using his claws he pulled a heavy teapot off the hook. He carried it over to the small table in front of me and I lifted the lid of the china pot while he carefully poured the tea in. He placed the now empty pot on a stone slab beside the fire then carefully picked up a plate of freshly cooked sugar cookies and offered them to me.

I took two, not wanting to refuse yet not wanting to take ten, placed one on my napkin and nibbled on the other as he poured some tea into the tea cup in front of me. He then held up the sugar bowl along with the teaspoon. Since I had food in my mouth, I lifted up my hand to cover it and held up my other hand showing two fingers before swallowing and saying please. He scooped two teaspoons of sugar into my cup and gave me a spoon to stir with.

"Anna Elizabeth Jones. What do you know of your Mother?"

I looked up at him with a question on my face. "She… was born and raised in Kentucky with her sister, met my dad in a church he was youth pastor of, said yes to marrying him in that same church, married him in Kentucky, had me prematurely, had my brother three years later, moved to Virginia for dad's new job, and is now trying to finish her college education so she can become a Librarian."

He smiled at me and pulled a scroll from the shelf. He cleared a spot on the table and unrolled the scroll. "This is the Last Female Dragon-Blood that was in this world before Black Bone attacked her." I almost spit out the tea I was drinking.

The picture was of my mother.

She looked exactly like she did when I saw her before I went camping. Her light brown eyes shined and her short curly black hair were just like they always were.

"Yes. This is Blue Tongue, or as the Elves called her Pyael Freaniraheal. This is her Human form, her Dragon form looks like this…"

With a wave of his clawed forefinger, the picture transformed into a dragon with blue and purple scales. The eyes of the dragon were University of Kentucky Blue and held the wise knowledge that I would often see in my moms' eyes whenever she seemed to be reminiscing on the past.

"And this is her True Form."

The picture transformed into my mother's Human form, but now her eyes were blue with brown slits as pupils. Kentucky Blue scales surrounded her eyes, covered her shoulder blades and down the front of her arms. Her hands were claws and a blue and purple tail was wrapped around her waist. Dark blue and purple wings stretched out behind her.

I stared at the picture and blinked. "Mom's a Dragon-Blood?" "Yes. The last Female Dragon-Blood in Middle Earth. That is until you came." He reached out and placed one claw over my heart and another in the middle of my forehead. There was a flash of white blinding light and the world around me changed.

I was in the middle of a barren field and everything looked as if it had been burned brown by a great fire or the sun. There was no sign of Draco or any life as far as I could see. "Hello? Anyone here? Someone please answer me!" I yelled out. "You Called?"

I spun around to see… myself? No, it wasn't me… yet it was. The other me had red and gold scales surrounding the same blue eyes of my mother in her True Form. Her hair was the same shade as mine but turned a fire red color at the tips. Scales ran down her shoulders and wrapped around her wrists. A single red scale sat in the palm of her right clawed hand and a gold one sat in the middle of her left. Her red and gold tail wrapped around her feet and she had small fangs protruding from the corners of her mouth.

"Who…?"

She smiled at me. "I'm You. Your True Form to be exact. I have been sleeping for twenty years in Earth time and over a thousand years in Middle Earth time waiting to be awakened." She walked closer to me. "To tell you the truth if I had not been awakened by the time of our twenty first birthday I would have just faded and disappeared."

She held out each hand to me, palms up. "Within the two scales here is knowledge of our ancestors and of our clans' traditions. Since we are born of the Rohaniana and the Gondoriania clans these scales are not enough to hold all the information of our people. Master Raxacori-… um… Raxacoricofall-… Master Draco will train us on how and when we should use our powers."

I snickered. "I guess we are one and the same since we can't pronounce Dracos' last name without utterly killing it." We both laughed. When she calmed down, she looked at me in the eye. "Our body isn't strong enough yet for us to be able to withstand the power of our True Form. It would destroy us." I became serious when she said that. "When will we be ready?"

"You will be asked to dive deep into your heart and fight your Dragon Form while falling through the air. If it wins, it will use its powers to make sure you are safely on the ground with no injuries. If you win, you will immediately turn into your True Form and be able to fly out of that fall and practice your flying techniques." My eyes widened. "Wouldn't I hit the ground by the time I dive into my heart? Become nothing but a big splat mark on the ground?" She chuckled and shook her head. "No. The whole process may seem like it would take forever but it really takes only less than a millisecond. And if something goes wrong Draco will catch you."

I nodded my head and reached for the scales, but she pulled back. "This is the First and Last time we will ever get to meet. Once we become One and the Same again there is no going back. If you need to access it before the Heart Dive, just concentrate and you will be able to hold your True Form for a couple of minutes." She then poked me in the forehead. "Got it Memorized?"

I laughed. "Yes, Axel. I got it memorized. You are most definitely me. I'm the only person in my college who would say that to anyone and only three people would know what I'm talking about." We laughed again. She held her hands out to me and I placed my hands in hers. There was a flash of white light and a stinging sensation on the palms of my hands.

When I opened my eyes again I felt weird. Not the strange, comfortable weird, more like the uncomfortable, familiar weird. I saw I was in Dracos cave again and saw him bring over a mirror. He handed it to me and I gasped when I saw the scales around my now Blue Dragon eyes. I reached my hand up and touched each individual scale before watching my face return to the way it was before.

I looked up at Draco with a question in my head. "Do you have a picture of my Father? My real Father from the Gondoriania clan?" He thought for a minute before taking the mirror from my hand, placing it on a shelf and looking through his scrolls and books. As he looked, I finished my second sugar cookie and poured out some more tea for me before pouring some into the large goblet Draco had been drinking from. "How much sugar do you want in your tea, Master Draco?"

He turned to me his eyes wide at what I called him before he responded. "One cup if you don't mind my giovane apprendista." I blinked and did as he asked. While I stirred in the sugar with a large serving spoon he gave an 'Aha!' and pulled down a book from the bottom shelf. He then hands me the book while he also takes the goblet out of my hands saying "Andate a pagina 305."

I looked at him confused. "What did you say Master Draco? It sounds Italian and I don't know how to speak that." He looks at me surprised. "You mean the scales did not teach you the Lingua del Drago?" I shook my head. "I was told the scales only are able to hold a limited amount of information since I am born of two Clans." He blinked then pulled down another book from his shelf. "Indeed, on Earth it is called Italian but here it is the language of the Dragon-Bloods, of your people, Lingua del Drago. The first book is written in that language. The second is, in a rough translation 'The Lingua del Drago for Dummies'."

I laughed at the title, and began to read it. But as I finished the first paragraph my palms began to itch. I rubbed them together to try and get rid of the itch but then they began to sting. I grunted and looked at my palms only to see the two scales in the very center. I knew they weren't there a minute ago. They glowed with power and then the words on the page began to glow. The glowing words ascended from the book and hovered over my scales. The scales then seemed to absorb the words, and the pages of the book rapidly turned, every word on the pages glowing. Ten seconds pass and I see the back of the book, the glowing words having been absorbed into the scales.

I blinked then looked at the scales as they slowly disappeared into my skin. I then picked up the first book and spoke "Hai detto pagina 305, giusto il Maestro Draco? **" He blinked at me then nodded. "It seems like we have already found one of your powers." "Powers Maestro?" He nodded. "Each Dragon-Blood has two powers that's unique to each one. Since you love to read, you have the power to absorb the words into yourself to gather information. You can now speak Lingua del Drago because you absorbed the words of the book."

I nodded then picked up the other book and turned to page 305. There was a picture of a man, tall with Gondorian armor on. He had white hair and blood red eyes and a confident yet humble smirk on his face. I waved my hand over the picture and it changed to a red, gold and white Dragon. I waved it over the picture again and it became the True Form of the man. His white hair now had golden streaks in it and his wings were a beautiful mix of red, white and gold. His red Dragon eyes looked up at me from the page and it almost looked like a proud look was upon his face. I glanced at the title that was beneath him.

'High Chief Gillian; Leader of the Gondoriania Clan'

"My birth Father was the High Chief of the Gondoriania Clan?" "Yes, giovane***. High Chief is the highest rank in a Clan. No one can oppose him." "I know he died protecting my mother… How did he die?" He looked at me sadly and turned the page of my book. I looked at the title on the top of the page of what looked like a thirty page History Battle.

"La Battaglia di Una Vita."****

I decided to try and practice my new power. I took a deep breath and focused on the title and the pages describing the battle. Like before the words glowed and my scales appeared. As I absorbed the story I could see the battle in my mind's eye.

I watched as my Father fought not only the Orcs trying to kill my Mother but also fight his own people, his Clan who betrayed him when they found out that he fell in love with a Rohaniana. He put his entire being into one powerful move that destroyed his enemies but kept him and his love save. He then got ready to fly off to where the Elders were in hiding to make sure that he and his love will be safe. But his ex-best friend from the Clan used his last breath to stab my father with a poisonous dagger. Gillian managed to get himself and mother to the Elders but died in her arms giving her three of the scales that resided over his heart, one of each color for her to remember him by.

When I was finished absorbing the story, I had tears in my eyes. I looked up at Draco and saw that his eyes were also moist. "Gillian was a great friend of mine. Your mother left the scales here by accident when she went through the portal." He picked up a small box and handed it to me. I opened it and picked up the three scales that were inside. A warmth swept through me as I held them in my hands.

Draco then handed me a small book full of blank paper as well as a small refillable ink pen. "There's a spell that can bring the consciousness and memories of a Dragon-Blood into an object if you say the right spell. The Elders invented it and placed their scales in scrolls and books in the old hidden Castle of the Original Dragon-Bloods. Vast amounts of information on the world since the beginning are in the Library there. Where the Castle is I will not tell you until Middle Earth is free of Sauron and Black Bone.

"Tomorrow, I will teach you the spell that will allow you to speak to your Father." My head snapped up at that. "I will also teach you a spell that will allow only you and those who have your trust to open it and speak to him. For now you need to sleep." I nodded while I gave a yawn. He gently picked me up in his claws and carried me over to a small bed where he had placed my bags. "Huh, with all that was happening with the Orcs and Joshua I forgot that I had picked up my bag."

I got into the bed and snuggled into the fox fur covers. "Good Night, Master Draco." I said as he blew out the torches. "Buona Notte, mio giovane apprendista. *****"

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* pronunciation: Racks-uh-koor-ih-koh-fahl-uh-pah-tor-ee-uss.
**You said page 305, right Master Draco?
***Young one
****The Battle of One Life
*****Good Night, my young apprentice.