Hello! Welcome back to my crossover! I'm glad people liked it!

I forgot to mention, also in this story, we will see Merry and Pippin! It'll be later, though, and here's a hint, they'll be twins in this story!:)

Rated-T

Warnings

Abuse/torture

Some OOC-ness maybe

I might not get all of their talking entirely accurate so please bear with me

Things you need to know

Lydia speaking in Khuzdul

Disclaimer-I don't own the Hobbit or How To Train Your Dragon.

Here We Stand United

Chapter 2

The hours flew by, turning into days, and the days gradually turned into a week. How did she know this? Alvin took the Berk teens above ground for a few hours every day at a certain time. It was the only way she knew the date had changed, and the only thing that kept her sane was talking to the other teens.

She'd learned they were from an island called Berk, and that the Outcasts had once lived their as well, until they were banished for attempting to overthrow the chief, who she was told was actually the red-head's father. The red-head was Hiccup, and apparently hiccup meant runt. For years, his own father had been ashamed of him, until the day he trained a dragon, a Night Fury.

At first, the Vikings had been as wary of dragons as the Ereborians would have been if Lydia herself had suggested something similar, but when Hiccup and his friends had proven that they could trust dragons, could work with them, a tentative alliance began that was still touch-and-go to this day, though the dragons would never attack the people of Berk unless it was a rogue dragon doing the attacking.

That was what Alvin wanted from them now. He wanted these teenagers from Berk, the first dragon riders, to teach him and his savage people how to train their own dragons. Hiccup and his friends refused, naturally, and now Alvin was bound and determined to get it out of them, one way or another.

Even after they all came back beat up, bloodied and battered, their was a defiance and pride in all of their eyes, and she always knew without even asking that they had not said a word of what Alvin wanted to hear.

With her eyes she watched, and with her ears she listened, using all of Nori's stealth training, picking up speaking patterns, looking for weaknesses in guards, gradually getting a feel for her surroundings and her new prison.

Then the day came when Alvin and his men came into the dungeon and bodily removed Lydia alongside the other teens that were held prisoner. It threw the pattern off and she was caught slightly unawares, floundering to catch her metaphorical balance as she was dragged above ground for the first time in possibly weeks, and she flinched away from the bright light of the sun that shone in her eyes, blinding her, despite how weak it was here compared to Dale, outside Erebor. They were brought to a closed in arena that reminded her slightly of their training area aboard their pirate ship.

Suddenly Alvin grabbed her by the throat and lifted her slightly off the rocky ground. Snarling quietly to herself, she dug her fingernails into his meaty fist and glared darkly at him. "Now, you can show us how this training business is done, or I snap her neck," Alvin threatened with a chuckle. He would probably be very happy with either option. Snarling quietly, she began trying to pry his hands from her neck as the minutes ticked by.

None of the teens wanted to be the first to speak and betray their home, but not one of them wanted to watch Lydia die right in front of them.

The teens did not reply, and Alvin's grip on her throat tightened. "I'm waiting," he hissed, glaring at Hiccup. Still they hesitated and Lydia's vision started going dark around the edges even while she hissed like a snake, still struggling to free herself.

"Mahal damn it! Lemme go already!" Lydia finally roared with what little air she had left, fed up with being strangled, and startling Alvin. As far as the Outcasts knew, Lydia didn't know any of their language, and while to begin with it had been spotty at best, she had gradually adapted and learned it. Alvin laughed with twisted delight and released her, and she fell to the ground and landed on her butt. She had no time to recover, as then Alvin grabbed her dark, braided hair and yanked on it, causing Lydia to howl in pain and outrage. To touch an Ereborian's braids without their consent was a crime punishable by death, especially if that Ereborian was of the line of Durin.

"Leggo Leggo Leggo! Just you wait! My family will come and when my 'adad hears about this, he'll skin you alive!" Lydia shrieked, and Alvin paused.

"'Adad, huh? That's an Ereborian word, of the Khuzdul language. If I didn't know better, I might guess you hailed from that land, little girl, but that's not possible. Erebor fell to a red Fire Drake years ago, and unless I'm mistaken, everyone perished or disappeared," Alvin taunted, and Lydia became enraged. She saw red.

"What do you know you bastard?! I'll tear you apart! I'll rip out your beard and have you tarred before all Ereborians when we reclaim our kingdom from Smaug! I'll have you disgraced before all and then you will hang in front of the great iron doors of my forefathers as a reminder of what happens to those who mess with Durin's line!" Lydia howled, but of course Alvin could not understand her, because in her rage she had slipped back into Khuzdul.

"Where did a little thing like you learn Khuzdul? Those Ereborians guard their heritage jealously," Alvin mused, ignoring Lydia's struggles, before he laughed again and said, "ah, no matter. Savage! Release the Scauldron! I'm sure it'll make quick work of this little one!" Alvin shouted, and then threw Lydia into the center of the arena, exiting with the Berk teens being dragged out and the gate closed with a foreboding finality.

She beat back the panic as another, massive wooden gate was cranked open, and she got a good look at the dragon Alvin wanted to destroy her by. Its sales were a deep, sea blue, obviously so it didn't stand out in the ocean, and it had a long, slender neck that seemed to twist around a bit. There was a horn on the top front of its head, and it had a large jaw, reminding her slightly of a bird she'd once seen called a pelican. Its body was small but muscular, and its tail was broad, large, fanned at the end, and powerful. It had large wings with beautiful designs on it, and had she been more like her mother, she would have stopped in her hate-fest to appreciate such beauty in such a graceful creäture, but she was more like her 'adad than her Mam. She looked into its eyes briefly, determined to not show fear, and froze.

It was the same species of the dragon that had attacked their ship! She quickly broke its gaze for a moment, digesting this information. Filled with new courage, Lydia locked eyes with the creäture like she had the one that attacked her ship, and something clicked in her head. Was it...was it the same dragon? That look in its eyes, one that spoke of sorrow, and hunger, was unlike anything she'd ever seen before, and Lydia paused for a moment.

Then a large clang echoed throughout the arena, spurring the dragon to action. It roared, showing its fangs and the water gathered in its mouth, which puzzled her. She didn't have time to think on it as suddenly a jet stream of water fired at her. That was when she decided it was okay to run. She ducked around the ring, trying to evade the dragon and its sharp teeth, but it easily kept up. Her breathing remained steady since she was in top physical condition, but she had no idea how long she could keep it up.

"Lydia! Lydia, listen to me! You have to stand your ground, and approach it slowly and cautiously. Show him your a friend!" Hiccup shouted to her. Lydia tried to process this information as quickly as her brain would allow. How was she supposed to approach it calmly when it was chasing her?!

"Hey! Stupid dragon! Look at me! Neh!" Snotlout shouted, standing above the dome and waving his arms around, mocking the dragon to distract it. The Scauldron didn't seem to take too kindly to that as it shot a stream of water right at the Viking teen, hitting him dead-on. Snotlout swore from the pain, but his idiocy have given Lydia the gap and time she needed. Slowly, she approached, hands raised in a placating manner as she began to hum randomly. She didn't even know what she was humming, but the Scauldron paused, its glowing yellow eyes seeming to soften as it lowered its long neck to sniff at her uncertainly.

Once again, they locked eyes. For what seemed like an eternity they stood there, dragon and Ereborian, and then the dragon lowered its head and pushed its snout into her open hand, which was still extended towards the beast. Awed by the cool touch of its scales, Lydia began to gently and hesitantly pet the beast. It let out a gentle purr, and Lydia smiled slightly. After everything, who would of thought she'd form a tentative friendship with a dragon?

Roughly, she was yanked away, by Alvin himself, and while the Scauldron roared it was dragged back to its cage. Lydia felt despair wash over her as she craned her neck to get one last glance at her dragon before she was taken back below ground, away from the weak sunlight and was consumed by darkness once again.

Ha! Did you think they were going to escape?! With the help of JUST this one dragon?! No! It's not that simple, it never is!

I'm not sure how I felt about this chapter. It was basically a filler chapter. The good parts of the story are coming up next! It's completely different than the rough draft I had you read, 'Lyn!

Until next time, readers!

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