Sorry about the hiatus but had some writer's block. Hope this makes up for it!


Smaug flew back as hard as he could to the Mountain, desperate to get the dwarf's aid in getting his son back. He still had a hard time believing that he was getting help from those he considered enemies.

Which was possibly the reason why his heir was more easy to accept them more than he was. Smaug's eyes lowered a little at the thought. Without his son nearby, how was he going to even talk to them?

At the Mountain Killi was keeping watch when he saw their dragon ally return. But for some reason; he couldn't see Brooklyn. Frowning, he blew the horn to signal his return. Smaug landed at the entrance which was now big enough for both dwarf and dragon to enter in.

Smaug stomped inside, his face burning with grief and anger that his son had disappeared yet again, seeing Thorin and Balin coming over.

"What has ya be all distressed?" Balin questioned, looking quite worried. Smaug growled lowly at him but kept his temper around these pitiful dwarfs.

His eyes were ablaze in his dragon fury. "Those demons took my hatchling! I will go after them!" Smaug roared out, his wings flapping furiously.

Bilbo stared in horror at the thought, Fangspirit next to him whining in fear for his friend. The hobbit now prayed that Brooklyn wouldn't get terribly hurt with the enemy but that was looking unlikely.

Balin raised his hand to try calming down the giant dragon. "Stay calm there. We can't go rushing after the enemy without a plan. Obviously they wanted the lad as some kind of barganing chip. But for who, I don't know."

He then turned to Thorin who tensed. Of course Azog would use some other hapless victim to get his head. Smaug also eyed him as if considering to trade Thorin for his son's life. Thorin held his sword. "I won't fall for that tyrant's dirty tricks. We will plan some other way to get Brooklyn out, but not now." Thorin claimed, much to Smaug's fury and wanting to blast Thorin to pieces but Fangspirit ran up to him, whining. He didn't want to see anybody kill anyone anymore for a while.

Smaug's spines lowered from the sound of the warg pup. He was one of the few pure things left in this world of Middle Earth besides his dear hatchling, so he did his best to calm down, praying that his son would be able to survive as their enemy's hostage and come back home to him.

….

It was dusk at Dol Guldur where Brooklyn was currently held prisoner. One surpisingly horrifying fate for Brooklyn however was that there was a special ingredient from the sleeping poison which turned him back into his gargoyle form, keeping him from being a dragon that would've easily gotten the young hybrid out.

Brooklyn gave a soft moan, coming out of the sedation, rubbing his head but seeing a big cage in front of him in a strange gloomy looking fortress. Panic soon instilled into his head, scrambling to his feet.

Staring down at his hand too, Brooklyn was mortified that he wasn't in his dragon form any longer. This was bad since his gargoyle form can hold up against enemies alright, but he needed his dragon form in order to fly away!

"Not good…" Brooklyn moaned silently, feeling his original beaked face, wings and such. Next he tried pulling on the bars of the cage, gritting his fangs. The metal bars were stronger than they looked, gazing around for his father. "Father! Help me!" He screamed now, panic throbbing in his stomach, darkness sensed all around him, making Brooklyn scared. He wanted to get out!

Soon Brooklyn's ears picked up the sound of a warg that wasn't Fangspirit, his heart thumping miles an hour, as he finally once again saw the White Warg, Azog next to it, who was grinning maliciously, his sword in his prosthetic arm. Brooklyn's eyes lit up in fear but he growled in return, backing into the cage wall.

"Welcome, to my own little home Son of Smaug," Azog greeted not in english that still really annoyed Brooklyn greatly, who folded his arms and wings.

"I sitll don't know what the hell you are saying! Either speak english or let me free!" He roared, eyes glowing white again which angered Azog, knocking the sword on his arm against the bars. The noise rang painfully in Brooklyn's ears.

Azog's eyes gleamed like the devil. "I can smell fear… so nice to see you again in your little weak form." He crooned, Brooklyn pressing back against the cage walls but another warg showed up then, barking, Brooklyn flinching and jerking away. "What… do you want with me?" Brooklyn questioned, his eyes rounded a little.

The pale orc cackled, stradling his weapon. "Much, I'm afraid. But the Master will soon talk to you. And don't even think about trying to escape in your dragon form. The sleeping potion will see to that, dulling your clear senses just enough to block it." He claimed which really terrified Brooklyn, who instantly went to ty prying the bars, but his muscles were weak.

Harsh cruel laughter hit Brooklyn's ears. "Foolish hatchling, once a mighty dragon that could take me on, now at my feet. And you will be a barganing chip for me to get Thorin for myself, and to have my war. Also to obtain Smaug on our side, where the villages all over will burn from your father's fire." Azog mocked ruthlessly, making Brooklyn's eyes fill with tears as he growled defiantly.

"You… won't win! Me and my father won't join you ever! I'd die first before scum like you gets your hands on my friend Thorin!" Brooklyn bellowed, kicking the cage despite it not breaking down, finding it hard to believe he just defended a dwarf he hardly knew too much. Azog stuck his sword under Brooklyn's chin, poking it inward painfully.

"Shut up, witless worm! My master shall see to break you eventually! Take him now!" Azog bellowed. One orc guard unlocked the cage. Brooklyn stepped back, his eyes alight with fury, baring his gargoyle teeth but it did him no good as two big ones including Bolg grabbed him roughly, making Brook wince in agony.

Bolg looked at him in satisfied glee. "It will do me good to see you squeal…" He said in his vile voice, Brooklyn's belly churning from it as they led him to meet whoever their master was, his nerves growing greatly. But Brooklyn never knew that at this moment, Gandalf was here as well to find the secrets of this castle.

….

Azog led the way through the murky ruins, Brooklyn writhing hard to free himself but one orc grabbed his tail roughly, making him tremble in pain, wanting his father here to burn this place to the ground and take him home!

Soon they entered into an open area. Brooklyn's heart trembled in his chest, eyes looking around warily, wondering what will happen. Azog looked straight ahead. "I now have whom you have sought for, oh great Sauron the terrible!" Azog bellowed in blackspeech, the language Brooklyn now despised and never wanted to learn about, the orcs forcing him to his knees.

A great shadowy form appeared now out of nowhere. It startled Brooklyn, looking up in fright, never having felt this afraid before since learning his heratige. The shadow figure hissed in a gleeful dark way, surrounding them. Brooklyn turned away, not wanting to see it. There was no doubt that this was Sauron like in the books Hudson read to him.

"Oh, such a young kindred spirit, aren't you my new little pet?" Sauron cooed sadistically. Brooklyn even thought he could feel the shadow lift up his head, the orcs having backed away to let Sauron deal with him.

He tried to push away the shadow. "Don't touch me- agh!" Sauron's shadowy figure suddenly lifted him up high into the air, where Brooklyn could now see the fiery eye from his nightmares and the figure of Sauron clad in deadly armor. Sauron let loose a satisfied noise.

"What a shame when your father comes to save you. For he will have to serve me," Sauron mocked gleefully, Brooklyn kicking his feet to get himself free but Sauron was too strong.

The red hybrid struggled to quench his fear, though his heart thumped a million miles, gasping out loud. "G-Gandalf… w-will defeat… you!" He choked but Sauron instantly threw him against the wall.

"I think not. We already got him. Throw this one into one of the cells near him so he can watch us build our army!" Sauron roared, Brooklyn wincing in pain, feeling Bolg grab him roughly with his sharp fingers, dragging him off again.

They eventually reached a group of cells hanging on chains, quite small. Brooklyn looked about, suddenly spotting someone in one of them who looked terribly familiar.

"Keep moving, devil!" Snarled Bolg gruffly, directing one of the other orcs to open a cell. Bolg next pushed him in, Brooklyn flinching from hitting the cage walls hard. He turned, the door to his cage slamming shut and locking. Bolg knocked it a little. "Enjoy your new home…" He taunted, turning and walking away to prepare their armies to march on Erebor and to claim the dragon Smaug for themselves.

Brooklyn weakly sat there on the floor of his cage that felt too tightly closed in, turning and seeing a huge army going by, looking like they weren't running out of orcs anytime soon. Tears fell down his face, wondering how he was gonna get out of this madness alive and back to his father in one piece.