It got cold when gliding up through the Misty Mountains, Brooklyn shaking a bit from it but kept up his gliding as much as he could despite the elements, feeling Fangspirit whining from inside his carry pouch who wasn't used to it.

Brooklyn reached down to pet him. "Keep still buddy, I'll get us through this," He said gently through the howling winds, the snow hitting his face as he flew over another mountain ridge. His wings felt really achy and tired before he suddenly spotted a ledge with a roof.

Panting slightly he glided down, knowing he would have to rest and look around him for the exit from the misty mountains and save his friends (or if they were friends.) Brooklyn managed to land, crawling further back onto the ledge and leaning against the wall behind him, taking Fangspirit out to rest.

The warg yipped and howled at being up this high in these mountains but Brooklyn did his best to keep him calm, his ears flat from how loud the wind is, hoping he could make his way through. His heart was yearning even further for his father's embrace, to be at the Lonely Mountain, his true home.

In the end there Brooklyn couldn't help the tears that fell into the wind, sniffling as he hugged his warg friend. Fangspirit calmed his howling at the sudden gesture from his master. He tilted his head, whining a little, before licking him and laying his head on the hybrid's shoulders.

"I hope my father will let me keep you boy when we get there," Brooklyn said in a tearful way. "But we have to keep moving, to get out of this. I think we're almost out." Looking doubtful, Fangspirit allowed himself to be placed in the pouch again, as Brooklyn took off once more, spotting some trees beyond the mist and snow that looked somewhat familiar.

His eyes widened as a little smile showed. It was the forest he had gone through to find the cave into the mountain, it had to be! "We made it!" Brook cheered weakly, as he glided towards the safety of the ground, glad to be out of the Misty mountain air.

The red gargoyle collapsed to the ground, which felt great to feel grass again on his feet and hands, shaking a little. That had taken him 6 hours to glide over those damned mountains, and was happy it was over. But his journey wasn't over; not by a long shot. He still had to find the missing company.

Brooklyn staggered to his feet, dusting himself off and brought Fangspirit out of the pouch again, the warg yipping in happiness and jumping around. He laughed. "We gotta find them Fangspirit, no time to play yet." Fangspirit whined lightly and stopped, following Brooklyn along a path as they went to search for the same cave entrance.

Soon as they managed to find the entrance Brooklyn thought he heard voices; and figures running through the trees. He hid behind a tree in case they were goblins or orcs. But to his surprise and happiness it was Gandalf and the dwarves. He was happy they were all safe but wondered how they got out of there alive. And how Gandalf even joined with them when he wasn't around when they all fell in.

Gandalf counted out each dwarf but one person was missing. Brooklyn couldn't see Bilbo anywhere, worry coming back and thinking he was gone. "Where's Bilbo? Where's our Hobbit?" Gandalf shouted out in question. "Curse the halfling! Now he's lost! And that 'gargoyle' had abandoned us as well!" Gloin said angrily, which made Brooklyn grip the tree, his face burning in shame. The others argued until he couldn't take it anymore.

Brooklyn stepped out, his face angry. "I haven't abandoned you," He said in a gruff voice, hands balled into fists. Gandalf smiled at the sight of Brooklyn. "Ah, young one. Welcome back," He greeted, but Brooklyn kept glaring at Thorin who spoke. "So you haven't, doesn't matter. But Master Baggins saw his chance and took it. He thought of nothing but his warm hearth and soft bed. We will not be seeing our hobbit again. He is long gone."

That made Brooklyn growl in his dragon rage but hadn't transformed yet, startling Gandalf and the others as Brook picked up Thorin by his shoulders. "Don't you dare say that again! Bilbo will turn up! I didn't leave, and neither would he!"

And just like that; to everyone's shock, Bilbo appeared, a grin on his face. "He's right. I'm still here," the hobbit stated. "And uh, can you put him down Brooklyn?" He asked as politely as possible. Brooklyn was glad to see the halfling again and reluctantly set the dwarf down who had a death glare on his face at Brooklyn. Brooklyn ignored him as he turned to the hobbit.

"How did you get out of there?" The hybrid asked in surprise, though he thought he could see Bilbo fingering his pocket. "Well… uh… just slipped past them. Hid in the shadows. Found another way out. Long story. And he was right. I do miss my home, my books, etc. But none of you have a home. It was taken from you. And I'm willing to help you get it back if I can. And Brooklyn, wherever your family is, I hope you find them," Bilbo said, a hand on Brooklyn's arm.

The former gargoyle grinned, happy to have support, but that was when Fangspirit sniffed the air, growling, as a familiar howl echoed through the trees. Brook's eyes glowed at that. "Is… that what I think it is…?" He asked, slightly nervous. Gandalf nodded. "Out of the frying pan and into the fire… RUN!"

They all ran for it through the woods, the howling and snarling of the orcs growing closer even when they ran fast. Brooklyn ran on all fours, his warg by his side, slowly feeling his dragon rage bubble within him, hoping to continue to keep his heritage secret from this group.

Soon the group halted at the edge of a cliff that had many trees in it, a bigger sized warg with dark fur charging at them. It leapt at Bilbo but Fangspirit charged too, biting the warg's throat and killing it instantly. "Up the trees!" Gandalf ordered the dwarves who did so, Bilbo following them. Brooklyn remained down below, not wanting to be a coward and fight them.

The wargs surrounded him on all sides but didn't attack, snarling and howling, circling. Looking up, ears flat, Brooklyn saw a huge white warg show itself and its rider; the pale orc Azog. He grinned evilly at the sight of his victims cornered. This was Brooklyn's first time seeing this really evil orc leader and was ugly as hell.

He growled too, eyes aglow as Azog glanced down at him with a smug smile. "Hm… do you smell it? The smell of fear?" He taunted in blackspeech. Brooklyn bared his teeth, crouched on all fours, the fire in his belly rumbling further, knowing that at any time his dragon form will come. Thorin glared at his enemy.

"I remember your father reeked of it… Thorin, son of Thrain!" Mocked Azog ruthlessly. Though Brooklyn didn't understand him he felt his words threatening. And then Azog glanced at Brooklyn with cold eyes, laughing fiendishly. "And you… pitiful dragon. I shall take you to the Master, Master Sauron. He wishes to have the son of Smaug join his army, and your father…" Azog proclaimed in English this time.

That ticked off Brooklyn. "I'll never join you filthy orcs! Never!" He screeched, his voice growing deep that confused the dwarfs, especially now that Brook knew he was screwed since his secret was out. It made Azog furious when he spoke in blackspeech again. "That dwarf, and dragon are mine… kill the others!" Bellowed Azog, the pack of wargs charging, Fangspirit holding them off as much as his small size would allow.

Brooklyn was fighting off another orc before hearing the creaking of a tree. He glanced around in fear as he saw all the dwarves now stuck on one right on the edge of a cliff. Gandalf made the quick strategy of lighting some pine cones on fire and throwing them at their enemy. While the fire raged, it got Brooklyn's dragon rage within him even more anxious to come out, crouching down and shaking.

"Stop… don't… change… please!" He begged in a shaky voice, the tree behind him falling down, the dwarves crying out when two nearly fell over, gripping the branch.

Thorin decided too to step in to fight Azog who had been giving him goading looks to fight, taking an oaken branch to use as a shield again, but was outmatched, nearly beaten to death by the foul orc. Hearing Thorin's screams and seeing Azog going to cut off his head made Brooklyn unable to hold it in anymore.

His eyes glowed red yellow, a huge dragon roar sounding from his mouth, body changing into his true form, scaring everybody around them.

"Dragon!" Screamed some smaller orcs who tried pelting him with arrows but they didn't pierce him. Brooklyn bared his teeth, shooting more fire, using his tail to knock Azog away from Thorin, Bilbo running down to help.

"Brooklyn, look at me, please!" He begged. Brooklyn turned at the sight of the puny hobbit before him, his insides bubbled up with hate. "Snap out of it!" Bilbo pleaded. That made the anger die down in his soul, staring at his taloned hands, looking at Gandalf who had a sorrowful look on his face. Thorin was unconscious.

Brook trembled, a hand on his head. He had to get out of here, to his home to be safe, and not hurt anybody. Howling in agonized sorrow he took to the air in his dragon wings, taking off to the Lonely Mountain, leaving Fangspirit and the others behind. He couldn't bring Fangspirit with him this time around. Fangspirit whined, Bilbo's hand on his back as the eagles now arrived.

One eagle spotted him, shrieking, charging with its talons. Brooklyn cried in pain as they scratched his face and shoulders, flapping his wings to get away as much as possible, sobbing in sadness. For these were the eagles that had made his father drop him, and even though they were rescuing his friends those birds obviously wouldn't take kindly to his appearance there.

Brooklyn felt bad for leaving Fangspirit behind but he knew he would be better off with someone like Bilbo, not a fire breather like him. He hoped they would meet again one day. His cuts stung while he flew over the Mirkwood, happy to not venture down into there again, seeing the Lonely Mountain in his sights; his home. He wanted to get away from it all in this world that hated him.

Another day of flying led him to a strange little town in a river he learned was called Laketown, as well as the City of Dale far off from it. Brooklyn felt tired, his dragon rage settling and knew he had to land to change back into a gargoyle. Spotting some land near Laketown he flew down, ensuring he wouldn't be seen, landing on the safety of the dirt. Brooklyn wiped the cuts on his face, whimpering again from the pain, as his form switched back.

He felt dizzy from the change and collapsed, staring at the mountain, his mind aching further to see his father, but missed his clan deeply. Brooklyn crawled to the river to wash his wounds before eventually falling asleep right there on the riverside, terribly exhausted, unknowing what would come for him next.