Ever since seeing those strange humans having entered Rivendell Brooklyn had made himself scarce whenever he could as well as making sure to hide his warg friend from them`. He was certain Mithrandir would never accept him being the son of Smaug or that he was friends with a warg.
While hiding in a tree, looking out at the pretty view of Rivendell Brooklyn saw a small form of that child sized human with large feet wandering about underneath him. Brook felt nervous as he stayed there in his tree, not wanting to be spotted.
Bilbo Baggins from the Shire was having his first adventure outside of his home in Hobbiton, and was amazed at how beautiful Rivendell was, breathing in the sweet air. Brooklyn himself had felt that sweet fresh air too. Fangspirit woofed excitedly but softly, wanting to meet the Hobbit. Brook growled quietly, holding him. "No, boy, no!" He hissed. That startled the hobbit when hearing the woofing but then shrugged and carried on his wanderings.
Next were the bearded men whom Brooklyn learned from Haldir were dwarves from Erebor, where his father was. That made him even more nervous, scared of having them see him too, especially their leader whose name was Thorin Oakenshield, toughest looking dwarf of the group.
But over the course of the days he began to note a playful friendly side to the dwarf group minus Thorin who remained a stoic figure. In the shadows Brooklyn one time saw the younger dwarves bathing and playing about in a fountain, all naked. He couldn't help a bit of a smile. The way they played reminded him of his brothers, which made tears fall.
He missed his brothers Lex and Broadway, wondering what they were up to right now. Even after feeling betrayed when they lied to him about being a gargoyle. Maybe, whenever the time was right, Brooklyn will reveal himself to them.
One of his first encounters was with the Hobbit but this time around in the sword room. The small hobbit was exploring where the King's sword lay on the mantle, where Brooklyn happened to be staying there in the shadows, always ever so curious in him.
But when he slipped on a loose piece of rock, it startled the hobbit who looked around. "Who's there? Show yourself!" He demanded, pulling out his small sword that looked more like a dagger to Brooklyn, who grinned a bit at how brave he was. He knew it was time to show himself.
Swallowing, Brooklyn stepped out of his hiding place, shaking a bit. Bilbo gasped in surprise, his sword raised, at the sight of the huge winged beast before him that looked like a dragon. Brooklyn held up his hands, his wings wrapped around his shoulders so he posed no threat. "Wait, it's alright, don't freak out-." But Bilbo swung his sword. "Get back! I warn you!" He shouted, staggering a bit.
Brooklyn did his best to get the hobbit's sword away so they could talk but the sword wound up cutting his wrist, making him yelp, holding it tight. Bilbo saw what he did. For this was his first time hurting anything in such a way. His face felt pale, lowering his sword.
The creature knelt, cringing in agony, wishing he had his stone sleep. Bilbo sheathed his sword, stepping forward, looking worried. "I-I'm sorry, I never hurt anyone before, and I… I'm so sorry! Whatever you are," He begged, trying to get Brooklyn's forgiveness. Brooklyn's eyes were glowing from his agony but he let the glow die down just for a moment. "Not… your fault. You were just defending yourself, as anybody should. But I come in peace," He stated, shaking a little.
Bilbo tore off some of his jacket to wrap it around the creature's wrist, making Brooklyn cringe up in pain but let him do it. "It will have to do, until you get elven medicine. That cut looked nasty," He said. Brook gave him a grin. "Been through worse than this uh… who are you?"
The hobbit smiled too. "Bilbo Baggins. The Shire," He introduced, holding out his hand. Brooklyn took it. "I'm Brooklyn, I'm S… a gargoyle," He corrected, ears lowered at nearly giving away his dark secret. "Never heard a name like Brooklyn before. But tell me, have you ever met a wizard?"
Brooklyn recalled the Magus and his old mentor. "One or two. Are they in this world too?" Bilbo nodded. "The one with us is Gandalf the Grey. Maybe I can introduce you after you get healed. And you have to meet Thorin, too." Brook cringed slightly. "Maybe just Gandalf for now. Dunno if those dwarves would be as welcoming as you." Bilbo nodded, fascinated about meeting a gargoyle when he thought they were all myths.
On their way to meet Gandalf at the dinner Brooklyn and Bilbo both spoke to each other about their worlds. Bilbo loved to hear about Manhattan while Brooklyn got info about his village, the Shire, which sounded like a great place to visit. When they arrived Brooklyn noticed all those dwarves there along with Gandalf, eating dinner. He suddenly felt shy again about showing himself.
He halted near the entrance to the room where Bilbo noted his hesitation. He gave an encouraging grin. "It'll be alright, I'm sure they'll like you." Brook couldn't help but get a terrible feeling about those dwarves, like they're from that memory he saw in Galadriel's mirror. But shouldn't he be brave, like his father was?
The red hybrid swallowed, as he took Bilbo's hand and let the hobbit guide him into the dining area where the dwarfs were complaining about the lack of meat and there were a couple elves playing music near them. Bilbo approached Gandalf who was about to stand and have his meeting with Galadriel but heard him clear his throat, the other dwarfs stopping their banters and turning, looking shocked.
A blond haired dwarf spoke up. "Bilbo, a dragon is behind ya!" He screamed. Brooklyn felt nervous again, gulping at when the younger dwarfs stood up sharply. Bilbo stood in front of him. "Filli, no, he's a friend, and he isn't a dragon!" Gandalf looked in awe at the sight of Brooklyn who watched the wizard nervously. "And… are you a gargoyle?" He asked in a deep male voice. Brook rubbed his scratched wrist, nodding shyly, not wishing to say anything about his heritage.
Thorin who was there spotted him, looking quite stoic and suspicious. The creature's beak and horns really resembled dragons, but saw a shy side to it. And he saw the gargoyle holding his wrist.
"Is he injured?" Thorin asked in sudden out of nowhere concern. Bilbo flushed. "May have injured him slightly when we first met," He stated. "It's nothing." Brooklyn came to his defense but cringed when it stung, still bleeding. Gandalf placed a hand on Brooklyn's wrist, beginning to chant a healing spell. Brooklyn looked at him in fear. "What're you doing?"
There was a quick flash, and to Brooklyn's surprise; the cut disappeared, and it didn't sting anymore, making him smile and feel grateful for the wizard's gesture. "Er, thanks," He stammered. Gandalf smiled back.
"And what is your name?"
"B-Brooklyn," The gargoyle responded, flexing his healed wrist, still amazed he was able to do it. Gandalf nodded. "Come and join them in my seat, I have business to attend to," He offered. Brooklyn took Gandalf's seat, seeing the other dwarves minus one with a pretty white beard giving him judgeful glances.
"Where may you come from Laddie?" Balin asked in curiosity, his attitude reminding Brooklyn of Hudson, making him miss the elder. "I'm from Earth, New York. I came because I'm trying to learn of my family heritage, which I feel I lost my memory of," He partially lied about, for from their scents, they were dwarves of Erebor, and Thorin was the young prince from his vision.
Balin gave Brooklyn a trusting smile. Sure the gargoyle coming from an alternate universe sounded rather nonsensical but he was as real as him and the others. "Where is it will you be traveling?" Brooklyn messed a bit with his napkin after eating some of his food. "The Lonely Mountain. Uh, Erebor to be exact," He stated, still not telling the whole truth.
Bombur, who looked the biggest of the lot, spoke suddenly. "That doesn't mean this new creature will be traveling with us?" Thorin glared slightly. "Only if it is to help this one find his family, he may. It is his choice."
Brooklyn didn't know what to say from all that, joining a company of dwarves on their quest when his own wasn't theirs to begin with. "Does that mean you're going to the Lonely Mountain too?" Bofur grinned. "For sure! To reclaim our home from an ugly as hell dragon!" Dori nudged Bofur sharply. "Shut up Bofur!" He growled, which made Brooklyn gulp again,
The white haired dwarf then cleared his throat. "Well, if you'll be gettin' ta know us we'd better introduce ourselves. "I'm Balin, this is Thorin Oakenshield." Brooklyn nodded to the two. And then Balin introduced the others. "This is also Dwalin, Filli, Killi, Dori, Nori, Ori, Oin, Gloin, Bifur, Bofur, and finally Bombur. As well as our Hobbit, young Bilbo here."
That made the young gargoyle gape a bit, having 13 names to memorize for each dwarf seemed like hard work. "Uh, er, nice to meet all 13." He said with a bit of a chuckle from his throat. All of the dwarfs that were friendly gave him waves minus those that looked rather put off from his appearance. He didn't blame them for not trusting him like those like Balin.
Ori gave Brooklyn a grin. "Back at ya, have some of this… leafy stuff," He muttered in disgust, staring at the lettuce. Bilbo and Brooklyn glanced at each other with laughing looks until Brooklyn decided to be brave enough to give it a go, knowing this was going to be an interesting friendship, which meant introducing them to his warg friend who was off on his own wanderings at the moment, hoping they would make it to the Lonely Mountain alive.
