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Silver Wind: A Re-Examination [MST]; MST of a legomance with a dragon OFC
Topic Started: Jul 11 2008, 10:45 AM (1,063 Views)
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Title: Silver Wind: A Re-Examination
Author: Caranthol
Rating: PG-13 (or something like that)
Genre: Parody
Text it is based on: Silver Wind by Goldenflamesphinx (of ffnet)
Characters: Sporkers: Faramir, Thranduil, Pippin. Original story: The Fellowship, OFC, Elrond etc.
Summary: A MST of a hilarious legomance, featuring pacifistic dragons and other stuff.
Warnings: None.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any characters in this story, they are the property of either Tolkien Estates or Goldflamesphinx, who is the author of the original story in fanfiction.net.

Silver Wind: A Re-Examination

Pippin sighed in contentment after he had finished his abundant supper. He left the dishes on the table, deciding to postpone washing them until tomorrow. He went to his large and comfortable sitting-room and sat in a soft and wide easy-chair, lighting his pipe. He puffed smoke and watched it floating towards ceiling. It was a wonderfully quiet evening, his wife Diamond and his children being away visiting Diamond’s relatives. Pippin had at least a week to spend just as he wanted.

After he had finished smoking Pippin poured some tea and raised the cup to his lips. But just when he had started to drink, a blinding flash came from above with a rumbling sound like thunder. The hot tea burned Pippin’s mouth as his hand jerked and the cup fell to the floor. Pippin cursed profanely, having had a bad fright.

”What was that? I’ve never seen anything like that. I must be dreaming,” he said aloud to steady his nerves.

”No, you are not dreaming, Peregrin, or else we are sharing a dream. But how am I in the Shire? I was just going to sleep when there was a flash, and suddenly I am here,” said a familiar voice behind Pippin. He turned and saw Faramir, to his great surprise. His eyes widened and he would have answered, but suddenly there was loud noise of falling kettles and plates in the kitchen. Both Faramir and Pippin turned towards the door. There were footsteps in the corridor and the door opened, revealing an Elf with a crown of leaves on his head. The Elf looked about him in confusion, exclaiming:

”Where am I? What devilry is this?”

Pippin and Faramir didn’t have time to answer, since a voice spoke from the fireplace:

”Not devilry, dear Thranduil, just a little trick of mine.”

Suddenly the flames went up and from them stepped a middle-aged man dressed in a robe that constantly changed its colour. Faramir exclaimed in horror:

”Curunir! But you are dead!”

The man shook his finger at Faramir.

”I am not Saruman. I am not an amateurish moron of a wizard, or do I look like one?”

Pippin stammered:

”Uh... yes, you do. Saruman used to have a robe like that. But who are you, then, if not a wizard?”

The man snapped his fingers and the robe changed to a suit of tunic, leggings and a wide cloak, all made from the finest materials. Amusement in his deep voice, he said:

”Is it better now? As for who I am, my name is Deusexmachina, the Maia of major plotholes and unprobable situations.”

Thranduil gasped, being still very confused:

”The Maia of what? Are you a servant of evil?”

Deusexmachina shrugged.

”I am a freelancer, working for both sides. Just think about the eagles that saved Bilbo and the dwarves about eighty years ago. Who sent them, one might ask. Manwë, you might answer. But no, it was me. I thought that Bilbo and company were facing such an inevitable death that it might be amusing to step in. You know, probabilities are so dull. Mere statistics, I call them, and my job is to twist them every now and then.”

Faramir, Thranduil and Pippin just stared at him, not knowing what to say. The Maia laughed.

”Now you will ask me why you are here and what I intend to do to you. The answer is simple: I want you to read a story, written in far future where your adventures are recorded in a translation of the Red Book, made by a chap named Tolkien, if my memory serves me right. You don’t have any other option but to do that, since I have sealed all windows and doors.”

Faramir frowned.

”But why? What is the reason for imprisoning us and making us to read? It doesn’t make any sense.”

Deusexmachina smiled smugly.

”Sense, another dull word! You see, I do this only for my own amusement. After the War of the Ring where I had lots to do the life has been dreadfully dull. So just take the seats and relax. The story is something called fanfiction, that is an adaptation of a well-known story. This one is a gem, written by a young girl who calls herself Goldflamesphinx. I won’t spoil the surprise, I’ll just say that you will see your own story treated in a different way.”

He made a gesture and a row of comfortable chairs materialized in the middle of the room. At another gesture, a large screen appeared on the wall opposite the chairs. Deusexmachina said:

”Well, now we are ready to start. The story will be in a language called English, but you are under a spell which makes you able to understand it.” Seeing the looks of the prisoners, he grinned.
”Yeah, that makes no sense. Just let go and don’t wonder too much.”

With that, he vanished in a flash of light. The prisoners looked to each other. Faramir said:

”This is ridiculous! Are we going to obey him without trying to escape? Let us break out of this hole!”

He grabbed a chair and turned to smash the door. But there was no door anymore! They were sealed inside the room. Faramir dropped the chair, cursing. Suddenly they heard the laughter of Deusexmachina ringing in the air.

”You are in my power. I will let you out of this room after you have read the first chapter. Tomorrow you have the next one and so on until the end of the story. By the way, if you have considered digging yourselves out, it is useless. I have made the soil harder than stone. Well, have fun!”

The prisoners were dejected, and Pippin sighed:

”So much for a quiet week! Well, shall we sit? There’s nothing else to do, it seems. Here, have some tea. At least that Deus-whatever didn’t take my tea-things away.”

The prisoners took teacups and sat down, just as the first letters appeared on the screen.

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I do not own Lord of the Rings

Faramir: So she is not Morgoth. That is good to know.

I do own Ornjin and any other dragons except Smaug

Thranduil (in a confused tone): She OWNS the dragons? When did they consent to that? I mean, after the defeat of Morgoth they are very independent and not likely to be anyone’s slaves.

Dragons look like those from Dungeons and Dragons

Faramir: Now what is that supposed to mean?
Pippin: Uh, maybe they are like dragons living in dungeons… Wait, they all do so.
Thranduil: Lame.


Summary: A dragon joins the Fellowship in disguise as a human.

Thranduil (exasperated): Since when have dragons been able to disguise themselves?
Pippin: Well, I was part of the Fellowship and saw no dragon. Unless Boromir or Aragorn were…
Faramir: Hey, you are talking about my brother and our King!
Pippin: Relax, I was just joking.
Faramir: That was not funny.


Tries to find acceptance among mortals, and falls in love.

Faramir: Acceptance? What the hell? That dragon must really have a low self esteem.
Thranduil (coughs): Speaking of low self esteem, I remember a son of a Steward of Gondor…
Faramir (hastily): That was a different situation, wholly different!


Tenth walker. Not Mary Sue, I think. LegolasOC

Pippin: A tenth walker? There were only nine of us, against nine Riders! And what’s Mary Sue?
The voice of Deusexmachina: It’s an annoyingly perfect female character, just that you know. To answer your next question, LegolasOC means the “pairing” of this story. Congratulations, Thranduil, it seems you have a daughter-in-law!
Thranduil: WHAT?
Pippin (snickers): Well, Legolas didn’t tell you all, did he?
Thranduil (sullenly): Shut up, will you?


This is rated T for language, violence, and innuendo

Pippin: T for “tweens”?

This is my first story so please review

Faramir: Did she run out of periods, or what?

Silver Wind
For as long as Middle Earth could remember all beings feared dragons.

Thranduil: Thank you for the information, Captain Obvious.

They feared our strength, intelligence, cunning, and most of all they feared our immortality, even more so then the elves.

Faramir: I thought that dragons WILL die eventually, even if they live thousands of years.
Pippin: “Then the elves”? So she’s saying that they feared the elves only second to the dragons.
Thranduil: I think it should be “than”, master Peregrin.
Pippin: It still is unintelligible.


Amusing really.

Faramir (bored):Yes, I am dying of laughter.
(Fake laughter from the other two)


Most dragons actually prefer to watch mortals in their lives, again it’s amusing, and they are so foolish that on many occasions almost destroy themselves.

Faramir: So which ones are foolish, dragons or mortals?
Thranduil: The mortals, I guess.
Pippin (snorts): How about Smaug then, exhibiting his weak spot to Bilbo? Now that’s foolish in my opinion.


But now years after the War against Sauron, the ring has appeared.

Faramir (deadpan): Thank you for being so precise, Goldflamesphinx. That’s such an admirable description of the history of the Last Alliance and the Third Age.

The only thing that actually might cause the destruction of all. A council of all the dragon types was called and all agreed to help the mortals destroy the ring. But due to our low numbers, dragon slayers, we are only allowing one to join in the quest. The council in all of its wisdom has decided on me, Ornjin, the youngest dragon.

Thranduil: Well, I would have thought that the older and wiser ones would have been chosen, but let that be as it may.
Faramir: Ornjin? I have studied languages but still cannot say what that means.


Now I travel in human guise to the city of Rivendell, to await the council of the ring.

Pippin: I never knew that a large house in a valley makes a city. Then Bree must be a real metropolis.

Whether they fear me or not, I do not care, I will fulfill my duty to the council to protect all life and perhaps save us from extinction.

Faramir: Now that is new, dragons respecting all life. A pity Glaurung or Smaug weren’t in a similar council.

But now I follow the wind as it leads me to the start of destiny.

Thranduil: Ah, the power of clichés!
Pippin: Did it end?
Faramir: It seems so. Hey, the door has reappeared!
Pippin: Great! Let’s have some ale, we need it after this.
Thranduil: I’d prefer wine if you have some.
Pippin: Sure.
(All head speedily for the kitchen).
"Ha! Wonnige Glut! Leuchtender Glanz!
Strahlend nun offen steht mir die Straße.
Im Feuer mich baden!"
- Siegfried, Act Three, Scene Two.
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Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I don’t own any characters in this story, they are the property of either Tolkien Estates or Goldflamesphinx.

It was late in next morning when the prisoners enjoyed a tasty breakfast together. They were still unnerved by their situation but as they had no choice they tried to keep their spirits up. After a quarter an hour Pippin actually was jesting merrily and both Faramir and Thranduil laughed and made witty comments. In the middle of the merry conversation, however, Faramir suddenly got serious.

“By the way, did Deusexmachina say when we must read the next chapter of that story?”

Pippin shook his head and Thranduil shrugged, not knowing. Just then, however, the Maia suddenly appeared in front of them. He was clad in strange clothes: A sleeveless shirt and somewhat baggy trousers which were coloured with an odd jumble of green and brown spots and lines. He held a big knife in his hand, the weapon looking very unwieldy. When the trio had recovered from their surprise, Thranduil asked:

“So, you came to laugh at us, didn’t you? I am sorry to disappoint you, but the story did not do us any harm.”

Deusexmachina sighed.

“Didn’t I say that I am not evil? I just like to watch your reactions and laugh at them, be they positive or not. You can call me a voyeur for all I care, but I must have my fun, too.”

Pippin looked at the Maia’s garments, looking intrigued. He asked:

“Where did you get those clothes? I sure haven’t seen anything like them before.”

Deusexmachina looked first at the hobbit, then at his clothes.

“Oh, these? I was at the filming of ‘Commando’ just before I came here. Now there’s a thing that needs my attention also.”

Pippin said:

“What’s a film?”

The Maia said with enthusiasm:

“It’s moving pictures. I really love that invention!”

In a flash of light the Maia changed to his earlier suit, before continuing:

“So, I heard Faramir here wondering when you must resume reading. I have decided that the time shall be at noon. That means you must go to the sitting-room shortly.”

Thranduil answered:

“What if we don’t?”

The Maia grinned.

“I can make the screen appear here or anywhere else for that matter. I guess, though, that you will like the soft chairs better than this kitchen furniture.”

The trio was crestfallen, but as there was nothing else to do they headed for the sitting-room. They sat down and waited. This time Pippin took bread and butter alongside the tea-things, since he felt he would need some refreshment. He poured tea for all of them just when the first words appeared on the screen.

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I don’t own Lord of the Rings, but I do own all dragons except Smaug.

Faramir: She obviously has a kennel of them.
Pippin: Is Smaug then a runaway?


Sorry my chapters are short so far, story will be a little slow in the begining.

Thranduil: Well, there’s nothing to be sorry if the chapters really are short. She should apologize for writing this in the first place.
Faramir: Begining?


Please bear with me thank you.

Pippin: What should we bear with you, Sphinxy? It is a burden heavy enough to read this.

Chapter 1 Stalking with Dragon

Pippin: Hey, call the Shirriffs, someone! There’s a horny, female dragon stalker loose.
Thranduil (grins): I would love to see the Shirriffs trying to arrest her.


I had finally reached the outpost of Imladris, by human foot no less. I can hardly believe that they cannot fly.

Faramir: So you are blind, eh? We have no wings, idiot!

‘How sad’ I thought ‘they will never know the true freedom of flying. The wind against their face, or the clouds looking so soft and inviting enough to sleep on’.

Thranduil: She can actually think?
Pippin: Hmm, uncle Bilbo, for one, did not like flying too much if we are to believe his book.


But I digress; I had arrived at evening a few days before the council was to begin. I came early to see how mortals/humanoids acted.

Faramir: So humanoids are not mortal, or vice versa?
Pippin: I think she’s trying to say that they are the same thing.
Thranduil: That’s rubbish anyway. Now we Elves are ‘humanoids’ also, but are we mortal? No.


Do not misunderstand I have been around humans before, but since the incident years ago concerning the red dragon Smaug, all dragons were forbidden to associate with mortals.

Faramir: That decree was a bit late in coming, remembering the “incidents” concerning Glaurung, Ancalagon, Scatha, the cold-drakes…
Pippin: All right, all right, we get the point.
Thranduil (grimacing): Associating? That must be the most obscure euphemism for murder, arson and loot.


Slinking past the elvish guards, dragons can go undetected even with sensitive elvish ears listening.

(Uproarious laughter, Faramir spits some tea on the floor.)
Thranduil (wiping his eyes): I would so fire guards like that! Come on, a stealthy dragon?
Pippin: Yeah, Lorien for example would have been burnt to the ground if Haldir and his pals had been that ineffective.
Faramir (still snickering): I never knew Elrond kept deaf and obviously also blind Elves among his guards.
Thranduil: They have a bad cold, too. Remember, the dragons reek horridly.


As it were I looked at the valley fully, I was not impressed. True it was beautiful, but I preferred my lair.

Thranduil: Well, each to his own. I wouldn’t go to your lair for any money.

Anyway I traveled the city remembering to stay in the shadows. Where suddenly I smelled something not normally found in an elvish city, or any city by that matter, I smelled pumpkins.

Pippin: There’s the city thing again. It was a HOUSE, damn it! How hard could that be to grasp?
Faramir (laughing): Pumpkins? They have Halloween there?
Thranduil: Well, that actually was near the end of October. Not that any Elves regard it a special day… I, for one, don’t even like pumpkins. But that’s not saying much. That damn Galion insists putting it in every dessert.


I followed the scent as my lithe body slipped through every corner and quickly jumped on tree branches, trying to find the source as it got stronger. I reached a large room, making sure I was hidden in the branches as I saw the source of the smell, or rather sources.

Pippin: Yeah, let’s get to the point, shall we?

There in the room I saw Halflings, one in a bed injured, the other three surrounding him, their faces devastated.

Faramir: Ouch, that must surely hurt! Had you been in a bar brawl or something?
Pippin (shrugging): I don’t remember anything like that, not even in Bree.
Thranduil: A bed injured? A carpenter would be handy for fixing that, you know.


I was then assaulted by a feeling of great evil ‘This must be the ring’ I shivered, ‘It is almost as evil as the five-headed dragon’ I bowed my head in respect to the dragon goddess of evil.

Pippin: Ooh, that’s spooky.
Faramir: A dragon with five heads would be very, very handicapped.
Thranduil: Isn’t Sauron enough, so that they must have also a goddess of evil?
Faramir: Hey, that’s even slightly in keeping with the reality. I’ve had enough rubbish of pacifistic dragons.


The ring almost made me ill, it smelled horrible, and it was rubbing off on the sleeping Halfling.

Pippin: Huh? The ring did not smell, nor did Frodo.
Faramir: Remember, she has a super-duper nose, being a dragon and all.
Pippin: Oh.


I heard someone walking towards the room, the intruding being I knew would cause no harm.

Thranduil (confused): She knew the “being”? But if she had been forbidden to associate with…
Faramir: Don’t think too much. With this story it will be result only in some serious damage.
Pippin: Hey, I think I get it! She knew that the being would do no harm.
Thranduil: Then why didn’t she just say so?


His scent was like of dirt mixed with smoke, a typical human scent.

Pippin: Finally she says something even I can agree with. A bath wouldn’t have done any harm to Strider.
Faramir: Smoke? (Shakes his head) Ornjin, Ornjin, not all Men are chain smokers.


But the feeling I got from him was one of a regal heritage, then I sniffed something odd about the human. He smelled vaguely of trees and flowers, an elleth scent

Pippin: Wouldn’t that be the scent of a forest, instead? Or do the elleth smell like that, Thranduil?
Thranduil: Well, no. Arwen must have invented a new perfume.


‘Interesting, I never knew humans could take on elven mates’ I thought.

Pippin: A-hoy, matey!
Faramir: “Mate” in the sexual sense, Peregrin.
Pippin: I know, it was just too tempting to pass.


One reason I didn’t argue over being sent, I can finally mingle freely with other races, I’m as excited as a wrymling!

Thranduil: Knowing how dragons are, that sounds quite murderous. She must be a psychopath.
Pippin: Hey, they respect all life, remember. She wants everybody to be friends with each other, holding hands and singing Auld Lang Syne.
Faramir (snorts): Bullshit.


The human was telling the Halflings to get to bed, that he would be better in the morning. They left slowly clearly not wanting to be separated from their friend. The human left a few hours afterwards and I stayed observing the little one.

Faramir: She has got enough periods by now, but her store of commas have depleted in a worrying way.
Pippin: She rations them, obviously.


‘He’s so innocent’ I thought ‘This shouldn’t have happened to him. But this cannot be undone. I will protect the little one from the ring and help destroy this evil.

Thranduil: Yeah, that’s definitely the way a dragon thinks. Ever heard of their lust for gold, Goldenflamesphinx?
Faramir: Let’s call the author merely Sphinxy, the whole name ties my tongue in a knot.


I yawned, realizing that I have not slept in three weeks, traveling on foot to get used to walking on two feet again.

Pippin: Before, she had to use a wheelchair.
Faramir: She has received some efficient physiotherapy, it seems.


Quietly I jumped into the room and sat beside the Halfling, and then I nuzzled his face gently and licked him lightly as not to wake him.

Thranduil and Faramir: She WHAT?
Pippin: Now that’s twisted. Never heard of simply kissing? Oh, wait, that would be weird, too, in this situation.
Faramir: I got a disgusting image in my head for a moment.


“Good Night little rauhiss” I whispered as I jumped out to sleep in a tree outside the outpost.

Pippin: That’s stupid, the author has not written of any outpost before this.

Wyrmling: Word for baby dragon. i.e. kittens for cats
Rauhiss: Draconic word for Halfling
Ornjin: Orn is Draconic for silver. Jin is Arab for genie or a being who can control fire or wind

Faramir: So that’s where Sphinxy got the name. What’s wrong with using Sindarin or Westron names?
Pippin: Isn’t rauhiss “a smoker” in some language?
Thranduil: No, that’s Raucher in German. (Pauses) Now how did I know that?
Voice of Deusexmachina: Just my spell, Thrandy. It seems it was more potent than I thought.
Thranduil: Oh.
Faramir: Well, it’s over for this day.
Pippin: Fortunately.

(All exit.)

"Ha! Wonnige Glut! Leuchtender Glanz!
Strahlend nun offen steht mir die Straße.
Im Feuer mich baden!"
- Siegfried, Act Three, Scene Two.
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Disclaimer: See chapter 1.

Chapter 3

The prisoners entered the sitting-room shortly before noon, even though not too enthusiastically. They sat down, waiting silently for the screen to appear. Pippin took a poker and stirred the fire in the fireplace with it, lost in his thoughts.

He was frightened, however, when somebody snatched the poker from him and waved it in a wide arc. At the same time, the screen popped from thin air. It was all the more unsettling since there was nobody to be seen holding the poker. But gradually a form began to be visible and they saw the smiling face of Deusexmachina. The Maia handed the poker back to Pippin, saying:

”Nice to see you again! So, you are in time. Ready to start?”

Faramir grumbled:

”We aren’t, but go ahead. There’s no way one could prepare for that horror.”

Deusexmachina turned to him:

”Oh, don’t be so downcast! I bet today’s chapter makes you laugh.”

Faramir only shrugged, but Thranduil asked worriedly:

”You don’t say, that... that the story becomes worse? Is that possible?”

Deusexmachina sniffed a flower that had appeared in his hand.

”Oh, with me around, anything is.”

He thought for a second and added:

”I forgot to say you that all of the plot problems are not Sphinxy’s fault. You remember that I told you of films yesterday? Well, Sphinxy bases her so-called story on a film made of your adventures, not directly on the Red Book.”

Deusexmachina yawned.

”To speak of other matters, I have sensed certain boredom in you when you are not reading. I am not cruel, so I have provided you with books and other entertainment. You’ll find them in the hall when you exit this room.”

Thranduil nodded.

”That was kind of you – I hope.”

The Maia grinned at him.

”Ever suspicious, eh? Well, be that as it may, but now I take my leave. Au revoir!”

He disappeared in a swirl of smoke as the first words appeared at the screen.

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I don’t own Lord of the Rings, but I do own all dragons except Smaug.

Pippin: She has a kennel of dragons!

Incase you didn’t figure it out yet, Ornjin is a silver dragon.

Thranduil: What’s an incase?
Faramir: I have no idea.
Pippin: It must be a case inside a case, or… Damn!


The dragon types are based loosely on Dungeons & Dragons, which I don’t own. This chapter will explain a little about dragons with Tolkien ideas mixed with my own.

Faramir: No, we don’t want to hear of your so-called ideas. We’ve had enough of them.


Chapter 2 Flashback with Dragons #1

Thranduil: Ooh, this is such an exciting title! I think I’ll wet my pants.

The next few days I spent watching over the injured Halfling, Frodo Baggins, I think was his name.

Faramir: Hey, she got one thing right!

It was always the same routine, the other Halflings would stay with him for the most part as well as the human, Strider, and they called him.

Pippin: Well, actually we just sat there. We were told that Frodo must sleep for a time.
.
Then a regal looking elf would come and check Frodo’s wounds, to my surprise he was Lord Elrond.

Thranduil: Who did she expect then, Fëanor or Ingwë?
Faramir: I doubt the author even knows who they are.


Every dragon has heard of Lord Elrond, we, even the chromatic (evil) dragons begrudgingly respect him;

Thranduil: Yeah, sure.
Pippin: What does chrome have to do with evil?
Faramir: I think she’s speaking of colours, but I am not sure.


he wanted to destroy the evil that Sauron created.

Pippin: No shit, Sherlock!

Unfortunately I’ve only seen him once before most of the others have seen him multiple times;

Faramir: Does using commas hurt Sphinxy, or what?
Thranduil: So Ornjin had seen Elrond before… that is obscure.


I was a wyrmling, only decades old, but the Senior of my clan told stories of him.

Pippin (as the Senior): Now, once upon a time, there lived an ugly Elven-lord in his ugly valley, in an outpost that was not an outpost of a city that was not a city…

The ‘destruction’ of Sauron was the liberation of all dragons, my eyes almost got moist from remembering.

Faramir: Actually the outcasting of Morgoth made the dragons so independent. Sauron could command them only occasionally, just think of Smaug and other great worms.

‘Do not think of the past. You must destroy Sauron and then, hopefully, we can truly be free’ I scolded myself.

Thranduil: As if any dragon gave a shit of anything else but its own hoard.

One morning when I arrived at my tree where I watch Frodo I was surprised to find an elder there.

Pippin: Huh?
Faramir: Sphinxy must have some disease, commaphobic syndrome might be a good term.


He wasn’t human for he smelled like… powder? An explosive powder mixed with magic?

Pippin (gasps in surprise): Saruman? What’s he doing there?

‘Odd, I’ve never seen a person like this before’ I thought as I stared at this elder. The elder was dressed in grey robes with a grey pointy hat and had a staff, he exuded magic.

Faramir (as a pre-school teacher): Remember, kids, if somebody smells like powder and has a staff, he must be magical.

Were I not able to smell, I would’ve thought he was the Senior in his human guise, both looked so old yet so powerful, wise, and caring.

(Laughter and clapping)
Thranduil: Now that takes the cake! A caring dragon!
Pippin (holding a tray): Speaking of cake, would you care for some?
Thranduil: Yes, please.


Yes, dragons can be caring, not like before, at least the metallic dragons have changed.

Faramir: Yeah, whatever you tell us.
Pippin (frowns): I thought the dragons were of flesh and bone, not metal.


Even the chromatic ones can be barely tolerant of others. But that is for another time.

Faramir (smirking): For the thirty-second of January, hopefully.

Again I was staring at his clothing, both he and Lord Elrond were magical, and they wore similar clothing, so robes in the ‘mortal’ realm meant magic, I wondered to myself.

Thranduil: Now that’s what I’d call a brilliant deduction!
Pippin (looking at Faramir): So Denethor was a wizard, having a black robe and all? Strange, I never noticed.
Faramir: If Dad was magical he concealed it all too well.


I looked at my own in slight distaste, I wore black ‘breeches’, a blue ‘tunic’, and black ‘boots’?

Pippin: So they were not real clothes, or what’s that thing with inverted commas?
Faramir: I’ve no idea. But neither has she, just look at the question mark.
Thranduil: Hey, she’s a cross-dresser!
Pippin: Hmm, and a stalker and a voyeur, she licks sleeping people… What next, bondage and whips, huh?


To my surprise Frodo awoke and spoke to the elder, Gandalf, I heard Frodo call him as he awoke, the elder explained to him about the council.

Faramir: Forget about the commaphobia.
Thranduil: That sentence… Is it really one damn sentence?
Pippin: Yep. Not that it makes sense that way.


Not long afterwards the other Halflings came; I learned that they were Sam, Merry, and Pippin.

Pippin (excitedly): Hey, she mentioned my name!
Thranduil: Do you really want to be in a story like this?
Pippin (rubbing his chin thoughtfully): Er – not really.


They played and rejoiced with their awaken companion and gave Frodo a tour of the outpost.

Thranduil: What did they play, poker or bridge?
Pippin: What outpost? It was the house of Elrond, damn it!


I followed just in case something should happen. As they were walking about they met up with Bilbo Baggins, Frodo’s uncle, he was a kind and curious thing, but smelled too much of the ring,
poor elder was tainted.

Pippin: Bilbo really wasn’t Frodo’s uncle, you know, he was his first and second cousin, once removed…
Faramir (interrupting): We get the point already, Peregrin.
Thranduil: Seeing how much Hobbits seem to smoke, it is a wonder that they can smell of anything else than pipeweed.


I saw above us on a balcony that Gandalf and Lord Elrond were looking upon them, as silently as I could I crept closer to hear their words.

Faramir (shaking his head): If she thinks that writing two sentences into one is smooth, then…

“His strength returns” said Lord Elrond
“That wound will never fully heal. He will carry it for the rest of his life” replied Gandalf

Thranduil (with deep sarcasm): Thank you for telling this, Gandalf, everybody knows that being stabbed by a Morgul-blade is usually quite cheerful.

“And yet to have come so far, still bearing the Ring, the hobbit has shown extraordinary resilience to its evil.”
“It is a burden he should never have had to bear. We can ask no more of Frodo.”
“Gandalf, the enemy is moving. Sauron's forces are massing in the east-- his eye is fixed on Rivendell.

Faramir (stupidly): Who’d have guessed that?

And Saruman you tell me has betrayed us. Our list of allies grows thin” stated Lord Elrond

“His treachery runs deeper than you know. By foul craft Saruman has crossed Orcs with goblin-men, he's breeding an army in the caverns of Isengard.

Faramir: No goblin-man could be fouler than the main character of this story.
Pippin: Amen to that.


An army that can move in sunlight and cover great distance at speed. Saruman is coming for the Ring.” Saruman, I’ve heard of this being when I used to walk in Fangorn Forest, the trees loved him.

Pippin (dryly): I guess Treebeard would have something to say to that.
Thranduil: So Curunir was a tree-hugging hippie once. What has that to do with anything?


‘Saruman is a fool for his betrayal. Even the chromatics would never side with the ring’ I thought harshly as quickly felt a growl in my throat which I quickly swallowed.

Thranduil: Yeah, they’ll never side with the Ring, but how about its user?
Faramir: Her growls seem to have a life of their own.
Pippin: That’s creepy.


“This evil cannot be concealed by the power of the Elves. We do not have the strength to fight both Mordor and Isengard!” exclaimed Lord Elrond. Gandalf sat, deep in thought

Thranduil (as Gandalf): What were we talking about? Oh, yes, about how much wine we drank yesterday. Now that was fun!

“Gandalf, the Ring cannot stay here.” At that moment we all turned to horses galloping; I was assaulted by different scents: humans, elves, and dwarves.

Pippin (as the scents): Charge!

No doubt for the council, all of them were of noble blood, they felt slightly more regal than others.

Faramir (patiently): That cannot be determined by smells, my dear.

I quickly turned my attention back to Lord Elrond and Gandalf.

“This peril belongs to all Middle-earth. They must decide now how to end it. The time of the Elves is over-- my people are leaving these shores. Who will you look to when we've gone? The Dwarves? They hide in their mountains seeking riches-- they care nothing for the troubles of others.”

Thranduil: That’s just what I’ve always said!
Faramir (with a sidelong glance): We are feeling a bit racist today, aren’t we?


‘Maybe so’ I thought ‘but we dragons think of ourselves as well. But at least we know when to unite’

Pippin: Yeah, right.

“It is in Men that we must place our hope” Gandalf said
“Men? Men are weak” Lord Elrond replied hotly

Thranduil: ‘Cause he’s the hottest man around.
Faramir (confused): According to whom?
Thranduil: To nobody.


“The race of Men is failing. The blood of Numenor is all but spent, its pride and dignity forgotten. It is because of Men the Ring survives. I was there Gandalf. I was there three thousand years ago …”

Thranduil: Oh, not again these boring veteran stories! I was there too but don’t blabber about it all the time.
Pippin (indignantly): Do you have something against war veterans?
Faramir: Yes, what are you hinting at, that we are boring?
Thranduil (raising his hands): All right, all right, just forget it.


he trailed off into memory remembering that day. ‘I was there as well’

Pippin: Now who’s supposed to have said that?

Flashback

Faramir: That must be the clumsiest way ever to write a memory scene.
Pippin (singing): The sky flaa-aa-aashes with thunder, my heart rages…


I stood there watching as both humans and elves were fighting against Sauron’s army.

Thranduil: Chewing popcorn and waving a banner.
Faramir: That read: “Sauron wins five to zero, so don’t play any hero!”
Pippin (chuckle): Good one.


Dragons were fighting against humans and elves as if possessed by an unquenchable bloodlust.

Thranduil: At last they are acting like they should!
Pippin: We should enjoy of it, it doesn’t last long, I think.
Faramir: Besides, there were no dragons in that battle, for that matter.


Back then all we ever knew from the time of our creation from Morgoth was pain and servitude.

Thranduil (angrily): So now you are expecting sympathy?! For Eru’s sake…
Faramir: Relax, it’s just a story.


We have changed much since the First Age from our father Glaurung, most dragons now had wings but could breath different elements depending on what type.

Pippin: See reference to the “Manual of Obscureness and Nonsense for Writers”, page thirty-two.

We all served dutifully only because it gave us an opportunity to destroy.

Faramir: Please, Sphinxy, tell us something new.

I was ordered by the Senior to observe the battle and see how weak ‘mortals’ were, I was too young to fight an army. Then I saw Sauron walking into the battlefield slaying many with a single stroke of his blade. Sauron killed the human king and went towards his son, Isildur.

Faramir: The ‘human king’ had a name, you know. Elendil, E-L-E-N-D-I-L.

Isildur grabbed his father’s broken sword and cut off the Ring from Sauron.

Thranduil: The description is so wonderfully detailed that I can actually see that happening. Or not.

When the Ring was separated from Sauron,

Pippin: It asked him to sign the divorce papers. Unfortunately Sauron didn’t consent and the thing had to be brought into court.

I felt something liberated inside me. I did not know what it was, and my fellow dragons did not know as well, for they flew off into the north retreating, saying things in Draconic about this ‘unknown’ feeling.

Thranduil: So was it unknown or not?
Faramir (singing on the top of his voice): Servile masses arise, arise… No more deluded by reaction, on tyrants only we’ll make war…


I looked down and saw Lord Elrond approach Isildur leading him into the depths of Mount Doom.

Pippin (as Elrond): Cool, a volcano! Let’s have a barbecue party!
Thranduil (as Isildur): I’ll buy the beef and you fetch the sausages and mustard!
Pippin (as Elrond): Don’t forget the beer!


I followed thinking I would meet up with the others later, as stealthily as I could in my wyrmling body hid behind a rock and spied at Lord Elrond and Isildur.

Faramir (grinning): And none of the thousands of soldiers below saw you.

“Cast it into the fire!” He yelled. Isildur looked at the Ring and I did as well. Know that I have seen Sauron wear the Ring many times, but it was at that moment I heard it whisper terrible unspeakable things.

Pippin (as the Ring): “Hello, handsome! Now we are alone, why don’t you put me on your firm…
Faramir (disgustedly): Drop that, will you?
Pippin: …finger?” That was what I was going to say. Yep. Definitely.
Thranduil: (gives Pippin a worried look).
Pippin: What? It was already divorced from Sauron!


Though it whispered I know the others heard it as well, and for the first time in my damned life,

Faramir: If your life was so damned, why didn’t you just jump to the fire? Then we would not be obliged to read this.

as I watched Lord Elrond plead to Isildur...

Pippin (as Elrond): Please, Isildur! Just give me the mustard!
Thranduil (as Isildur): No! Mwahahahahaa!


“Destroy it!” Isildur merely smiled as we smiled after destroying a several cities and towns

Faramir: Those two can definitely be compared, burning a town and ridding the world of evil.

“No” and he turned and walked away, whispers became yelling in our ears,

Pippin: The whispers said…
Thranduil: Please, spare us!
Pippin: You didn’t even know what I was going to say! Spoilsport.


I began to feel ill

Faramir: So do I when I read this.

“Isildur!” Lord Elrond yelled
…I was afraid

Faramir: Of dark.
Thranduil: Of snakes.
Pippin: Of yelling Elves!
Faramir: Come on, you can do better than that.


Flashback Ends

Pippin: Hey, let’s have a flash war! You’ll flash me and I flash back!
Thranduil: Was that supposed to mean something, Peregrin?
Pippin: No, it’s just that my brains are melting because of this story.


“It should’ve ended that day, but evil was allowed to endure.” Declared Lord Elrond

All three (nodding sagely): Mm-hm.

“Isildur kept the Ring. The line of kings is broken. There is no strength left in the world of Men. They’re scattered, divided, leaderless.” He continued

Faramir: Go on, go on.

“There is one who could unite them, one who could reclaim the throne of Gondor.” Gandalf replied

Faramir: Strangely, he had lived for twenty years in Elrond’s house without Elrond knowing about it.

“He turned from that path long time ago. He has chosen exile.” He countered.

Pippin: Chosen? Well, I am confounded if Strider ever spoke of that.

I left them feeling tired I hoped to get some sleep.

Faramir (perplexed): So Ornjin hoped them to go sleeping. Why on earth? So that she could lick them too?
Thranduil (after reading the sentence several times): Actually it was she who was tired.
Pippin: The comma eater struck again. Now that’s a vicious monster.


Alas the Lord Elrond’s face when he was calling for Isildur tormented my mind.

Thranduil (as Elrond’s face): Feel pain, you worthless Sue! Pain! Ha ha ha!
Pippin (as Ornjin’s mind): NOOOO!


Sorry if this seems a bit rushed and confusing.

Faramir: And the award for the Understatement of the Year goes to…
Pippin: (Imitates a trumpet fanfare.)
Faramir:…Goldenflamesphinx!
Thranduil: (Applauds vigorously and cheers.)


There is a reason why this is flashback #1. Flashbacks which reveal more about dragons will occur later.

Pippin: Couldn’t you just have written a prologue or something?

Senior- The head of a Silver Dragon clan.

Faramir: Hmm, as if we didn’t figure that out ages ago.
Pippin: Phew, we survived. Actually I had quite good time.
Thranduil: Yes, cheap laughs are always welcome.

(All exit.)


"Ha! Wonnige Glut! Leuchtender Glanz!
Strahlend nun offen steht mir die Straße.
Im Feuer mich baden!"
- Siegfried, Act Three, Scene Two.
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Chapter 4

Deusexmachina had been as good as his word. In the hall they found a deck of playing cards, a chess board and lots of books. Faramir and Pippin settled at the kitchen table with the chess things, while Thranduil picked a book up. All the books seemed to be in English, so they had to be from future. Thranduil looked at the title.

”Hmm, David Copperfield? Maybe I could give it a try,” he muttered and walked to his bedroom.

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The next noon they were again sitting before the screen, their mood a bit better than the day before. Deusexmachina didn’t show up, a thing none of the trio regretted. Pippin was taking a nap and Thranduil read David Copperfield with an interested expression. Faramir played solitaire, but his attention was diverted to the screen when it began to glow a little. He nudged the sleeping Pippin.

”Wake up! It starts!”

Pippin didn’t say anything but sat upright, yawning widely. With a regretful face Thranduil put his book away and they all concentrated on the screen.

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Sorry for taking a while to update

Faramir (sighs): She always apologizes for the wrong things.


Chapter 3 Meeting with Dragons
It was the morning of the council and I was by a stream to cleanse myself.

Pippin: Of Sueishness?

Apparently ‘mortals’ are still picky about appearances, I had learned from an early age that they are quite vain.

Faramir: Yes, even in the woods of Ithilien I had a manicure every week. So did my men.
Thranduil (intrigued): Really?
Faramir: No.


I gazed at my reflection pale skin,

Pippin: I never before heard of anybody being so pale that she reflected light.

waist-length black hair, which I braided, and of course the only feature not completely changed are my silver eyes,

Thranduil: And your gold nose, aluminium feet and copper hands.

I also brought my favorite necklace, it is silver with a dragon pendant and at its center is a ruby.

Faramir (with sarcasm): I am sure that is an important plot point.

The dragon council ordered me, naturally, not to say I was a dragon, but at least to say that I’m affiliated with them.

Pippin: The perfect way to make people trust you, I’d say.

It was decided this was best to hopefully make them try to appease us and we could finally roam freely.

Thranduil: Actually it would have been the best way to get yourself killed, Ornjin.
Faramir: Is she sure that the dragons in council held no grudge against her?


When I finished me carefully and silently made my way to the courtyard where the council would be held.

Pippin: Obviously those handicapped guardians were posted this time to watch the courtyard.

Again I hid in a tree as the council began they -all sat around a stone pedestal in a half-circular formation

Faramir (his eye twitching): I need to see a healer after this. My eyes are burning.
Pippin (as the comma eater): Yum!


“Strangers from distant lands, friends of old. You have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor.

Thranduil (as a council member): What? I thought you summoned us to discuss your plans to make Rivendell a ski resort!
Faramir (as Elrond): We’ll get to that just after we have handled the standard stuff. Saving the world, defeating Sauron again and again, you know… Damn, I seriously need a holiday!


Middle-Earth stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite or you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate--this one doom.” Lord Elrond gestured towards the pedestal
“Bring forth the Ring, Frodo” he said. Frodo rose and placed the ring on the pedestal. I began feeling sick again. The Ring whispers to me speaking of the horrible tortures it will put my people through.

Faramir: I actually would like to see dragons horribly tortured.
Pippin: Me too.


I shook my head to rid me of that awful voice. I then noticed a human reaching for the Ring
“Isildur's Bane.” He breathed.

Faramir: So he’s obviously alive. So?

Lord Elrond stood quickly
“Boromir!” he yelled.

Pippin: Why is Elrond always yelling in this story?
Thranduil: He is in need of some anger management therapy.


The Ring suddenly begins to chant harshly to everyone,

Faramir (in a singsong voice): Chants, chants, chants for everyone! Sing a song and be merry!

it screeched in my ears,

Thranduil: Then take the Ring out of them, moron!
Pippin: Why did she put it in her ear in the first place?


screaming of our betrayal. As Gandalf chants

Faramir: These tense changes are getting a bit annoying. Make up your mind, Sphinxy!

in Black Speech what dragons and orcs always said and thunder crackles through the darkened sky.
“Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul,
ash nazg thrakatulûk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the Darkness bind them.”

Pippin: Yeah, the Orcs were very much into poetry.
Faramir (puzzled): But… but no one else than Sauron and the Nazgûl was supposed to even know of the Ring.
Thranduil: At least the author got the Ring-poem right.
Faramir: Come on, it is so short that it is not a great feat.
Thranduil: Hey, I am at least trying to find something positive from this!


The words pulsated in my mind reminding me of the times I used to mutter this cursed mantra as my sickness increases.

Pippin (Gollum-like, covering his eyes): Argh! The tensssesssss! They hurtsss, they burnsss, my preciousss! Nasssty tenssesss!

Yet I was frightened on how my lips moved, mumbling it on their own accord,

Faramir: Not only her growls, but even her lips are alive!
Pippin: She should learn some body control.


‘Further proof that the Ring must be destroyed before its influence reaches the dragons’

Thranduil: As if the dragons weren’t nasty enough! I bet that even the Ring couldn’t have made them much worse.

I thought. Then the voice is cast away,

Pippin: To the trash bin, where this story should also be.

the council is horrified, and Lord Elrond looks at Gandalf sternly.
“Never before has any voice uttered the words of that tongue here in Imladris!” he rebuked Gandalf
“I do not ask your pardon, Master Elrond, for the Black Speech of Mordor may yet be heard in every corner of the West! The Ring is altogether Evil!”

Faramir (deadpan): Thanks for making things clear. We really didn’t get that already.

his voice tired and hoarse, Gandalf’s tongue so unused to the harsh language of Black Speech. He glares at the human identified as Boromir,

Thranduil (as Elrond): Show your ID cards, please.

but he does not seem to respond.
“It is a gift. A gift to the foes of Mordor. Why not use this Ring? Long has my father, the Steward of Gondor, kept the forces of Mordor at bay. By the blood of our people are your lands kept safe! Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy. Let us use it against him!” Boromir declared.

Faramir (sighs): Unfortunately that really was what my brother thought.
Pippin: Oh, don’t be depressed, he escaped in the end, remember?


‘The fool’, I thought ‘Gold and Bronze Dragons have protected these mortals from Mordor

Faramir (flies into rage): What in the bloody hell? What about Gondor and three thousand years of our valiant struggle? And now some moron, some idiot, tells us that the DRAGONS protected the West! I swear, I’ll make this author pay!
Thranduil (lays a hand on Faramir’s shoulder): Easy, easy. We can only hope that the people in future believe rather the Red Book translation.
Pippin: Seeing this, I seriously doubt it.


since the last was for the Ring.

Thranduil: Odd, I thought the Ring was for Sauron and not vice versa.

The Ring is not to be trusted!’

Pippin: See reference to “Writer Manual of Obvious Remarks and Unnecessary Repetitions”, part three, page hundred and seven.

Strider then spoke
“You cannot wield it! None of us can. The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master.”

Faramir (again calm): Yeah, yeah, we know.

“And what would a ranger know of this matter?” Boromir sneered.

Faramir (trying to control himself): My. Brother. Did. Not. Sneer. At. People.
Pippin: True, I remember him quite otherwise.


An ellon suddenly stood, he was one of the elves that came during the discussion of Lord Elrond and Gandalf.

Pippin (boredly): Sphinxy, you are not any smarter even if you occasionally mix one or two Sindarin words with English.

“This is no mere ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance.” He proclaimed.

Thranduil: How on earth did my son know that? I mean, at least I had no clue of that when I sent Legolas.
Pippin: Frodo told me all about the council, and Legolas definitely said nothing of that sort.


‘So I was correct in my assumption, Strider is royalty. Though by his scent he is thankfully nothing like Isildur’
“Aragorn? This... is Isildur's heir?”

Pippin (confused): So, he is Isildur’s heir, but his scent is wholly different?
Faramir (frowning): We didn’t even know in Gondor that an heir to Isildur lived, let alone his name.


“And heir to the throne of Gondor.” Aragorn looked uncomfortable and motioned for the elf to sit
“Havo dad, Legolas” he said softly

Pippin: Translation, please! All of us are not fluent in Elvish!

“Gondor has no king. Gondor needs no king.” Boromir seemingly snarled as he returned to his seat.

Thranduil (laughing): So now Boromir is an animal! I didn’t see that coming.
Faramir (wiping his forehead): Oh my Eru…


“Aragorn is right. We cannot use it.” Said Gandalf

Pippin: “Unnecessary Repetitions”, page twenty-nine.

“You have only one choice. The Ring must be destroyed.” Stated Lord Elrond
“Then what are we waiting for?” growled a dwarf as he raised his axe to attack the Ring only to be repelled and the Ring left unharmed and his axe in shards. A flash showing the Eye of Sauron appears in my mind at the same instant and it whispers again, causing my head to ache I looked towards Frodo and his pained look told me he saw the same as well.

Faramir: Aah! These sentences blind me!
Thranduil (looking at the last sentence): Huh?
Pippin: They both were schizophrenic, it seems.


I decided now was the time to make my appearance, and I gently jumped off the tree.

3rd Person POV

Thranduil: Third Person prisoner of war?
Faramir: That would be POW, Thranduil.


Elrond was about to speak when a feminine voice stopped him

Pippin (as a feminine voice): Halt! You shall not pass!

“I am afraid, Master Dwarf, that the one Ring cannot be destroyed by anything within the craft we posses. It was created from the inferno of Mount Doom and only there can it be destroyed”

Faramir: IN the inferno of Mount Doom, miss.
Pippin (as Gimli): That is Master Gimli son of Glóin to you, wench.


The council turned and saw a delicate looking dark-haired female human walking towards them.

Thranduil: I know a convenient word, Sphinxy. ‘A woman’.
Pippin: “Writer Manual of Redundancies”, page fifty.
Faramir: Wow, there’s a lot of those manuals.
Pippin: Yep.
Thranduil: And Sphinxy has read them all.


“And who are you, My Lady for interrupting a secret council” seethed Boromir.

Thranduil: Hmm, Elrond isn’t the only one in need of anger management.
Pippin: I never saw Boromir “seething”, Sphinxy.
Faramir (shaking his head): I seriously doubt that my brother would have addressed a strange, cross-dressing woman with “My Lady”.


The woman looked at him with boredom.

Faramir (angrily): Why does everyone in this ignore or slight Boromir? He didn’t deserve that!

“My Lord Boromir, I would watch your tongue were I you.

Thranduil: Really the best way to speak to a proud Gondorian lord, don’t you think?

I am a highly valuable potential ally. Am I not Lord Elrond?”

Pippin (staring amazed): Are you having an identity crisis, Ornjin? You are NOT Elrond! You are not even of the same sex!

The woman then turned to Elrond and barely inclined her head, showing only a hint of respect for him.

Faramir (hopefully): Now he’ll see her like the insolent bitch she is and orders her to be put to death.
Pippin (biting his lips): Don’t be so sure.


Eyes staring into his knowingly, his eyes widened at the familiar silver color.

Thranduil: If my eyes widened every time I see silver, they’d be the size of a platter by now.

“…Your kind is helping?” he asked bewildered. The woman looked at him apparently amused

Pippin: Sphinxy writes this so that I am convinced that Elrond and she have a history.
Thranduil (uneasily): I don’t want to think about that.


“Why Lord Elrond, you speak as if my people to not matter or care for this world. Surely you know why we would align ourselves to stop Sauron”

Faramir (as Elrond): No, I don’t know, seeing that you all are evil.

the mysterious woman slightly mocked. Leaving the council aghast

Thranduil: …of her lack of manners and common courtesy.
Pippin: And Elrond ordered her to be hanged from the nearest tree. End of story.


“And you lass, who in damnation are you to come here!” growled the dwarf

Faramir: And cleaved her head with an axe. The end.
Thranduil: Wow, you two really hate her!


“Calm yourself Gimli son of Gloin.” Elrond breathed as calmly as he could

Pippin: Having just run a marathon.
Faramir: That was lame.


“She is Ornjin, a dragon”
“-Worshipper” she interjected.

Thranduil: I don’t see how the alteration made the thing any better.

The council stared at her in disbelief, fear and anger.

Faramir: Yeah, as they should! Is that so strange to you, Sphinxy?

“Kill her! She is in league with dragons and is in league with Sauron!” gritted a man from the south.

Pippin: And run her through with a sword. The end.
Thranduil: That is getting a bit old, master Peregrin.


Ornjin bit her tongue as not to snarl at him

Faramir: Is being courteous and civil really so hard to her?
Thranduil: I hope she bit her tongue in two so that we could be spared of reading her comments.


and instead looked at the council with disinterest.

Pippin (gasps): Ooh, she’s SO cool!
Faramir (as Ornjin): I really don’t care a shit of this blabber, it’s so boring. Why can’t they just admire my beauty?


“It matters not to me what your opinion of me is.

Thranduil: It really should matter, seeing that you are alone among armed men.

But are you so willing to drive away a powerful ally in this war?

Faramir (as Elrond): An ally, not. But you, certainly.

An ally who was trained by someone who knows of Mordor and the dark power of Sauron?” The council grew silent once again and stared at Ornjin.

Pippin: How suicidal can she get, I wonder?

“Ornjin, behave yourself” Lord Elrond gently chided.

Faramir (in disbelief): Elrond actually yelled to everybody else, and now he’s chiding her gently?! I can’t believe this. I really can’t.

Ornjin again barely nodded in acknowledgement.

Thranduil (as a fussy mother): Ornjin, you really should behave! Remember, always look in the eyes and curtsey when speaking to older people.
Pippin (as Ornjin): I don’t wanna! I’m a rebel!


“As you wish” she crooned as she went to stand by his side. She saw from the corner of her eye Frodo gazing at her in a mixture of awe and disbelief.

Thranduil: What a surprise, after she practically said she’s in league with evil.

Ornjin smiled gently at him,

Pippin (as Ornjin): Hullo, Frodo, want another licking?
Faramir (as Frodo): Definitely not, you pervert!


as Elrond turned his attention back to the council
“One of you must do this, one of you must destroy the Ring” he continued
“One does not simply walk into Mordor. Its black gates are guarded by more than just Orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep. And the great Eye is ever watchful. It is a barren wasteland. Riddled with fire and ash and dust. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this. It is folly!” said Boromir.

Faramir: Well, technically speaking he was right.

Legolas stands
“Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said? The Ring must be destroyed!” he replied indignantly.

Pippin (as Boromir): I do have ears, thank you very much.

Gimli then leapt to his feet
“And I suppose you think you're the one to do it?!” he yelled. Boromir then stands and also yells
“And if we fail, what then?! What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?!”

Thranduil: With all this yelling their throats should be sore by now.
Pippin: They ate peppermint lozenges, obviously.


this left Ornjin with the slight fear of the possible fate of her race.

Faramir (smirking): So much for the respect for all life, then.
Pippin: She’s smoked too much pot, by the dullness she shows. Her race is in verge of slavery or destruction and she has only a slight fear?


‘This is not going to turn out well’ she thought as Gimli shouted
“I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an Elf!” and an argument started amongst the council members. Frodo and Ornjin both look at the Ring and see the reflection of the council in it as it burns into flames as it repeats its whispering chant.

Faramir: I read that sentence as I was getting bored as I didn’t understand anything.
Pippin (to the Ring): Burn, baby, burn!


Frodo slowly but determinedly stands and approaches the council.
“I will take it! I will take it!” he cried over the arguing council. Ornjin gazes at him in a blank expression

Thranduil (as Ornjin, finger in his mouth): Duh-huh? What’s happening?

but inwardly smiles in awe. And the council quiets down and stares at him in astonishment and Gandalf closes his eyes.

Faramir (as Gandalf): Time for a nap, never mind the council.

“I will take the Ring to Mordor. Though-- I do not know the way.” Gandalf walks towards him
“I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, as long as it is yours to bear” he puts his hands on Frodo’s shoulders in reassurance. While Ornjin looks slightly confused and curious at this gesture.

Pippin: Since she thought she was the only one who had an irresistible urge to paw Frodo.

Aragorn then rises
“If by my life or death, I can protect you, I will.” He kneels at Frodo’s feet
“You have my sword”
“And you have my bow” Legolas said as he made his way over to them

Thranduil (proudly): That’s my boy!

“And my axe!” Gimli added and looked at Legolas grimly as he came before them. Followed by Boromir
“You carry the fate of us all little one. If this is indeed the will of the Council, then Gondor will see it done.” Ornjin then walked towards Frodo and knelt to his eye level, his eyes were wide in disbelief and slight fear

Faramir (as Frodo): Keep your tongue in your mouth, will you?

“You will succeed without a doubt wyrmling.

Thranduil: Since when was Frodo a dragon?

For how could you fail when one has the support and ally of all dragonkind?”

Pippin: Easily. Morgoth did fail, didn’t he?
Faramir: So the lore tells us.


she asked slightly arrogant yet kindly as well

Thranduil: How’s that possible?

and was rewarded with eyes shining in gratitude.

Pippin: And we are supposed to believe that?

She stood and gently ruffled his hair

Faramir (as Ornjin): Poor little Frodo-boy needs some help, does he?
Thranduil (as Frodo): I’m fifty, damn it! I’m not a child or a puppy.


as she took her place by Gimli and Boromir who grimaced at her.

Faramir: Fortunately he has some sense left.

Ornjin then smiled and looked at a bush and two pillars by the council.
“Heh!” Sam exclaimed as he jumps from behind the bushes

Faramir (exclaims): Heh!
Thranduil: Heh heh!
Pippin: Ho ho ho, merry Yule!


“Mr. Frodo is not goin’ anywhere without me!” he proclaimed as he stood by Frodo. Elrond and Ornjin exchanged an amused look
“No indeed, it is hardly possible to separate you even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not.” Elrond said. Then Pippin and Merry ran from behind their pillars

Pippin: Huh? We did not, I assure you.

“Wait! We are coming too!” they shouted
“You'd have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us!” declared Merry
“Anyway you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission, quest... thing.” Pippin said lamely.

Pippin: Hey! I’m not that stupid!
Faramir: How about that incident in Moria, the one concerning stones and wells?
Pippin: (Only grimaces at Faramir.)


“Well that rules you out Pip.” Merry quipped
“Ten companions... So be it! You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring!” announced Elrond

Faramir: Wow, that was fast!

“Great! Where are we going?” questioned Pippin.

Thranduil (snickers): You really are a genius in this, master Peregrin.
Faramir: (Stifles laughter.)
Pippin (muttering): I’m so going to get back at Sphinxy if ever I get the chance.


Afterwards
The Fellowship was curious about their mysterious and only female companion

Pippin: The readers can count, Sphinxy. It has already been indirectly stated that she was the only female.

and decided to question her, particularly the hobbits.
“Do you really worship dragons?”

Faramir (as Ornjin): Hell yes! It’s funny to sacrifice babies… Oops, forget about that!

“Have you ever seen a dragon?”

Thranduil (as Ornjin): Actually I am one… Uh oh, why are you drawing your swords?

“What do they eat?”

Pippin: Them being such sissies in this story, I’ll bet they are vegetarian.

“How come you worship dragons?”
Ornjin was bombarded with questions gently calmed them down
“Be at peace Hobbits, I’ll answer to the best of my ability, but you must calm yourselves” she said patiently. Not caring that Boromir and Gimli were glowering at her or that Aragorn, Legolas or Gandalf were staring at her suspiciously.

Faramir: For some reason, she still didn’t turn her back to them.

“So have you ever seen a dragon?” Frodo started
“Yes, in fact I live relatively close to the dragon I serve”
“But how? I thought that dragons love to eat people?” asked Sam fearfully. Ornjin allowed a small pearl-like laugh to escape her lips

Pippin (as a small pearl-like laugh): Ha! Finally free!
Faramir: Wouldn’t that be painful, pearls bursting from your lips?


“That Sam is untrue, for the most part. Red dragons love to feast on human flesh, especially those of women. But I serve the Senior of the Silver dragons”

Thranduil (as Ornjin): Now the Silver dragons, they are addicted to human flesh! Mwahahahaha!

“Red? Silver? There are different kinds?” asked Merry. Ornjin ruffled his hair

Faramir (as Ornjin): Merry, sit! Good boy!
Thranduil (as puppy!Merry): Woof! Woof!
Pippin (with an indignant look): We Hobbits may be short, but we are not any bloody kids!


“Yes, Red dragons are among the most violent. While the Silver dragons are one of the most kindest and gentlest”

Thranduil: That’s not saying much, in my opinion.

“What do Silver dragons eat then?” asked Frodo

Pippin: Caviar and oysters.

“Frodo, Silver dragons will try any dish whether it be dwarven, elvish, human, or hobbit.” She replied

Faramir: Now that’s very reassuring.
Pippin (holding a sausage sandwich halfway to his mouth and eyeing it): I suddenly lost my appetite.


“What about treasure? We heard from Bilbo that they love gold. Do dragons like gold? Bilbo said Smaug had a lot of gold” asked Pippin excitedly

(Faramir and Thranduil laugh at the thought of little kid!Pippin, while Pippin knots his fists.)
Pippin: If she dares to ruffle MY hair…


“Smaug” Ornjin said sadly as her eyes grew distant.

Thranduil: So her eyes weren’t friends anymore?
Faramir: I think they were horrified to be in a Sue’s body and ran away. They were already far by this sentence.


Legolas, though suspicious of her, saw her saddened look,

Pippin: And took delight in her grief.
Thranduil: We elves are not sadists, master Peregrin. Although by now I would gladly torture Ornjin.


and was going to change the topic when Elrond approached.
“Ornjin, Gandalf, we must speak” he announced and they followed out of the council room.

Faramir (eyes wide): All of the sudden, she’s as important as Mithrandir?
Pippin: Yeah, she’s that speshul.
Thranduil (Shakes silently his head.)


“I like her. She seems very kind for being around dragons” said Sam

Pippin: Hmm, and this from the same person who didn’t trust Strider until he met Glorfindel.
Faramir: KIND?


“I do as well, Sam. Ornjin seems very dedicated to whatever purpose the dragons want to destroy the Ring for” replied Frodo

Thranduil: Oh, you have such a glowing intelligence, Frodo!

“Maybe she can tell us more, later. She must know everything about dragons” Pippin said excitedly as Merry nodded in agreement.

Pippin: Why would I want to know all about the dragons? They are evil and eat people, that’s enough to me. (Stuffs a sandwich in his mouth.)
Thranduil: I thought you lost your appetite.
Pippin (Shrugs, chewing noisily.)


“I doubt that my friends, she is still human and looks quite young” stated Aragorn

Faramir (with relief): Finally a word of some sense!

“Indeed, she shouldn’t come along. What an insolent woman!” growled Gimli

Thranduil: For once, I must agree with a Dwarf.
Pippin: Expect that he sounds more like a dog.
Faramir (puzzled): What’s the whole thing with animal sounds? Sphinxy must have an obsession to dogs.


“Insolent, arrogant, and disrespectful, dragons must be barbarians for raising such a woman”

Faramir (clapping): Bravo, my dear brother! Well said!

seethed Boromir.

Thranduil (as a healer): Lord Boromir, you really shouldn’t bottle your feelings like that. Just show them openly, otherwise you’ll get a serious ulcer.
Pippin (as Boromir): AAAARGHHH! I HATE that wench!


Legolas said nothing, but stared at the retreating back of the mysterious, silver-eyed human.

Thranduil: Well, I at least tried to teach him that staring is not proper. (Worriedly) Now, son, take your eyes off her, she’s really nobody special.


Reason Ornjin was confused about Gandalf putting his hands on Frodo’s shoulders is that she has never seen that gesture.

Faramir: Even if she hasn’t, what’s so special about it? She herself nuzzled Frodo, right?

Remember the only people we know so far that she’s seen in the past is Isildur and Lord Elrond.

Thranduil: And thousands of elves and Men at Gorgoroth. Or maybe she has a selective eye-sight.
Pippin: I’ve heard of selective memory, but…


Also if she always calls him Lord Elrond is because she respects him,

Faramir: Ahh yes, she truly showed her deep respect in this chapter.

which will be revealed later.

Thranduil: I thought it was revealed in the preceding sentence.
Pippin (mutters): See “Manual of Contradictiry Statements”, page seventy-five.


Sorry that her entrance was rather abrupt and unsatisfying.

Faramir: It’s some consolation to us that even you realize that, Sphinxy.

I’m still a little slow at this. Hopefully I’ll get better the more I continue this story.

Thranduil: We hope so too, no offense.

Chapter 4 Reminiscing with Dragons Flashback #2 will take a while so please be patient.

Pippin: That sounds so thrilling I can hardly wait!

(The screen disappears. All rise.)
Pippin: I’ll go to the cellar to visit my beer barrel, to wash away the memory of this. Anybody else wanting to get roaring drunk?
Thranduil and Faramir: Me!

(All exit.)

"Ha! Wonnige Glut! Leuchtender Glanz!
Strahlend nun offen steht mir die Straße.
Im Feuer mich baden!"
- Siegfried, Act Three, Scene Two.
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Chapter 5

Faramir awoke with a throbbing headache, his throat being as dry as the deserts of Harad. He turned to his side, groaning in pain:

”Damn Peregrin and his ale! I’ll never drink again.”
”Except next time, master Faramir,” an amused voice said. Faramir raised his head and saw Deusexmachina sitting on the foot of his bed. He mumbled:

”Just go away, will you? I want to sleep.”

The Maia answered:

”There’s no time to do that, you must be in the sitting-room in fifteen minutes. So cheer up and dress.”

Faramir would have answered angrily, but suddenly he found himself sitting in the ”theatre”, fully dressed. Even more strangely, his headache was gone and he felt only ravenously hungry. He looked around and saw Pippin and Thranduil before the fireplace, busy preparing bacon and toast. The latter turned his head and greeted:

”Good morning, Faramir! You have recovered from the last night, I see.”

Faramir muttered a greeting and gratefully accepted a plateful of bacon and eggs that Pippin offered him. They all sat down to wait for the fic to start, Thranduil reading his novel and the other two eating silently. After a short while the first words again appeared on the screen and their attention was reluctantly diverted that way.

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Chapter 4 Reminiscing with Dragons Flashback #2

(Wide yawns.)

Lord Elrond lead Gandalf and I to his study, all three of us were silent.

Pippin: Keep it that way, Ornjin.
Faramir: Yes, do us a favour.


I know that my entrance to the council was abrupt,

Thranduil: The author already said that. Get on with it.

but the yelling of the council was highly annoying

Faramir (incredulously): Even she realizes that?!

and not getting the Ring anymore destroyed.

Pippin: Uh, it wasn’t anymore possible? So what’s the point in going on with this story?

When we entered Elrond locked the door and quickly turned towards me
“Why are you here?” he seethed. I met his gaze and raised my nose in the air arrogantly.

Thranduil: And picked it.
Faramir: And made faces at him.


“What did I say before Lord Elrond?

Thranduil (as Elrond): You tell me, sweetie.

I had said that the dragons wish to have their part in Sauron’s defeat” I replied.

Pippin (as Elrond): No need to repeat that. Despite of my age I haven’t got any bloody Alzheimer!

Gandalf stared at me harshly
“If dragons did wish to bring aid they would have brought their own people here” he challenged.

Faramir (as Gandalf, throws a gauntlet at Thranduil): I, Mithrandir, hereby challenge thee!
Thranduil (as Ornjin, picking up the gauntlet): I accept! Let us meet at sunrise and fight to the death!
Pippin: I’ll bet for Gandalf.


My eyes looked at him in annoyance

Faramir: So even they have a life of their own?
Thranduil (amazed): And they have feelings
!

“I am one you fool!

Pippin (trying to figure that out): “One of you fools”?
Faramir (as the comma eater): Sluuurrrpp!


Did you actually think that dragons would actually send one of our human servants to help destroy the Ring? I would say not”

Thranduil: Somebody else would say yes.
Pippin: And yet another would say maybe.


I growled softly
“Bah! Dragons would align themselves with Sauron before saving Middle Earth!”

Faramir (cheering up): Yes! He said it!

Gandalf shot back

Thranduil: With a 12-gauge shotgun. Ornjin’s head was blasted to pieces. End of story.

“Without the help of dragons the kingdom of Gondor would have fallen eons ago!

Faramir (Grits his teeth.)
Pippin (to Faramir): There, there, at least we know better than that.


Even the chromatics are helping, killing every orc and goblin in their path and territory” I snarled showing four long, sharp incisors,

Pippin: Wow, somebody seriously needs to call a dentist!
Thranduil: Plus a manicurist.


and my eyes turned completely into silver, they looked like orbs of mercury, even with a pale blue pupil. Gandalf stared at me in shock

Faramir (dryly): There’s no reason to wonder that.

“Ornjin be calm”

Pippin (caveman): Ornjin be calm, Ornjin be silent. (Grunts) Me like Ornjin.

breathed Lord Elrond. For him, calmed my breathing

Thranduil: Huh? They synchronized their breathing?

“And you Lord Elrond. You knew about this? You know this dragoness?”
“I did not know about the dragon’s intervention. But I do know of Ornjin”
“How? How could you know of this devil?” Gandalf spat

Faramir: Mithrandir, it isn’t proper to spit on the floor. You should know, being a grown man.

as he pointed at me. ‘Were I a chromatic dragon I would bite off that finger’ I thought.

Pippin (as Ornjin, eating Gandalf’s finger): Wow, a snack! Yum!

“We met each other once Gandalf.

Thranduil (playing imaginary lute and singing): “Only once, only once I met her, but the memory fades not…”

Right after Isilur left Mount Doom”

Faramir: Isilur?
Pippin: Maybe he was Isildur’s evil twin or something.


Lord Elrond started

Thranduil: Boy, he was nervous!

Isildur!” Elrond shouted to Isildur’s back as he made his way off Mount Doom.
Unbeknownst to him, that a wyrmling, myself, watched the entire outcome. I cowered when Isildur was at the side of the rock I hid behind, and then glared at his back. I felt from the unknown feeling in my being wanted to destroy the Ring.


Pippin (scratching his head): Just when I thought Sphinxy could write understandably…
Faramir (in pain): Ahh! My eyes!


Forgetting about Elrond, I charged at Isildur, but somehow he felt my presence,

Thranduil: Maybe he heard you, dumbass!

he turned and punched me right at my developing shield plate,

Faramir: Yes! Go, Isildur, go!

causing me to fall and cower beneath him.

Pippin: Oh, Isildur, why, just WHY didn’t you kill her at once when you were at it?

Elrond was looking down at the fiery chasm

Thranduil (as Elrond): That damned Isildur had to ruin my barbecue party! He forgot the beer!

when he heard an animal cry of pain. He turned and saw something he had never seen before an infant dragon,

Faramir: Before it was what?

then looked above it and saw that Isildr

Pippin: Hey, another evil twin!

was looking at me with hate filled eyes.
“You dare to betray your master? You and your people are forever cursed young one. No one save me shall accept your kind, you are fortunate that you still have your uses to me in the future. If not, the betrayal of your kind will mark its end”


Faramir: Wow, Isildur is more like Sauron than Sauron himself!

he sneered as I lay sniffling.

Thranduil (as Ornjin, wiping an imaginary tear away): Boo-hoo!

My claws cradling my nose and forehead in pain, not daring to look up at the tainted Isildur. Isildur turned and left the mountain.

Pippin: Somehow that sentence does not…
Thranduil: Make sense?
Pippin: Exactly.


I quickly remembered about the other figure then turned towards Elrond and he saw something he never saw in a dragon, fright. I quickly cowered behind a rock making odd noises that sounded like crying.

Thranduil (as Ornjin, again): Boo-hoo!
Faramir: She’s stupid like a rock if she doesn’t even know if she cried or not.
Pippin: Maybe she only feigned.
Faramir: Good point.


Elrond’s curiosity got the better of him and decided to investigate this infant of an evil race.

Thranduil: Curiosity killed the cat.
Faramir (as Elrond’s curiosity): I’ll be right back Rondy, I’ll check only one thing first!


He walked towards the rock and saw finally saw me in my entirety.

Pippin: And a saw saw sawed wood that it had sawn.

I was no more than 2ft in height and 3ft long, my head and feet were larger than my body and wings.

Faramir (trying to picture that): Errr… How was she able to stand, let alone fly?

My scales were silver mixed with blue, as were my giant eyes.

Pippin: We know already.

I also appeared to have a small frill growing from my head to my tail; he also noted that my wings had two talons instead of one as he had seen on other dragons.

Thranduil: She was so speshul even in that.

He would never admit it, but this devil, this cursed dragon, was adorable.

Pippin (as Elrond, singing): I adore you like a madman…

Adorable even now as I growled at him, trying to move further back behind the rock.
“Amlughen, avo nifred. Le-


Faramir: Mans!

“(Dragon child do not be afraid. I-) he soothed but was interrupted
“Nostach be galadh”(You smell like trees)


Thranduil: And you smell like shit!

I spoke in a somewhat deep child’s voice

Faramir (patiently): Children do not have deep voices.

“Le pedo-edhelen?”(You speak elvish?) he asked surprised, I nodded looking less frightened. I became highly curious;

Thranduil (laughing): Yeah, she is stupid. A hated enemy stands before her, fully armed, and she is only curious? You must be kidding me, Sphinxy!

I had never seen an elf face to face before. I timidly approached the elf and continued to smell him. Elrond had no idea what I was doing, but prepared to defend himself if possible.

Faramir (in frustration): Why didn’t he just slice her head off and get done with it?
Pippin: But that would have been logical. To this version of Elrond it’s plain impossible!


“Cin ceri gul?”(Do you know magic?) I asked, excitedly.

Thranduil (little kid’s voice): Do you? Do you? Pleeease make that card trick again!
Faramir: Isn’t “gul” the same as black magic?


Elrond nodded, shocked that a dragon knew Sindarin and was speaking to him right after Isildur left with the Ring.

Pippin: Because he had expected that happen before Isildur left.

“Tell me young one, why are you here?” Lord Elrond asked, questioning my intelligence

Faramir: And finding it sorely lacking.

“I was watching the battle and saw you lead the munthrek here.

Pippin: Gee, more gibberish!

But you were too late, that one was already tainted by the Ring even after such a short period, it further shows how munthreks cannot handle its power” I replied in Westron.

Thranduil: Yeah, every damn baby dragon is expected to know what even the Wise only guess!

I then suddenly felt a need to introduce myself.
“I am so rude,


(Laughter)
Faramir: Seems nothing has changed in three thousand years, Ornjin.
Thranduil: All should admire such stubbornness.


please forgive me.

Pippin: Elrond, please don’t.

I am Ornjin, the youngest dragon, the eternal silver moon,

Pippin: She’s definitely a schizo, now she’s thinking she is Tilion!

of the last Silver Dragon clan.” I announced politely bowing my head.

Thranduil: It is nice to see that she can be polite – even if just at the point of sword.

Lord Elrond returned it

Pippin (as Elrond): Here, take your head back!

“I am Elrond of Rivendell”

Faramir: So no fancy titles for Elrond, eh?

“Elrond? Does that not mean ‘Vault of the Stars’?” I asked
“Indeed it does child, and yours?”
“Mine means ‘Silver Wind Spirit’” I stopped and sniffed the air and my eyes grew wide


Thranduil: A good moment to have the growth leap, I’d say.

“Should you hope to live Lord Elrond, please do not speak I shall protect you” I quickly muttered as I heard a voice calling

Pippin: The Shirriffs?
Faramir: The pizza delivery?
Thranduil: The… Hmm, I can’t invent anything.


“Ornjin! Ornjin! ORNJIN!Svaklar re wux, wux bafoidrih orn runt?!” (Where are you, you foolish silver runt?!) Yelled a male adolescent voice.

Faramir: A dragon speaking Serbo-Croatian?
Pippin: Nah, that’s just “Sphinxyish”, also known as gibberish.


Lord Elrond and I looked towards the top of Mount Doom and coming straight towards us was a young red dragon. He was Uri, surprisingly even though he was a red dragon, silver’s most deadly enemy; we were friends, though we did not show it. He was twice my size at the time, Uri was bright red with yellow-orange eyes, which when he landed were glaring at me.

Thranduil (as Uriah Heep’s mother): And Uri was so ‘umble.
The others: Huh?
Thranduil: Never mind.


“Pothoc Ornjin! There has been a Wyrm council, stop speaking with such a low undeserving being!” he growled. I bowed my head and waved my clawed hand at Lord Elrond.
“Chiili


Pippin: Mmmm…. Chili….

ti qe

Faramir: Qúe pasa?

rude Uri, please introduce doutan ekess nomeno vaecaesin arytiss” (Do not be rude Uri, please introduce yourself to this elf warrior)

Thranduil: Yes, be ‘umble, Uri, just like you used to be.
Faramir: What are you talking about?
Thranduil (hands “David Copperfield” to Faramir): Just read the book.


I asked him with pleading eyes.

Pippin: And begging nose and praying cheeks.

I could tell by his expression that Lord Elrond has never heard Draconic before, it is a harsh, difficult language,

Faramir: Oh, really?

for ‘mortals’, with much hissing.

Pippin (as Gollum): We likessss to hisssss, yessss precioussss.

Uri turned to face him, both staring at each other, measuring each other, for each knew that Uri would not hesitate

Thranduil: So what was he doing now?

to attack and kill Lord Elrond.
Uri was so close to me, I could smell his sulfur and smoke scent overriding the dark smoke scent of Mount Doom,

Faramir: Wow, Uri really needs a deodorant!

he stood at my side yet slightly in front of me,

Pippin: Make up your mind, will you?

as if to protect me. Uri then barely softened his face
“I am Urivayotornotach or Urivayo, the summer flame star, youngest of the red dragons, son of the great dragon Smaug!” he declared snobbishly and proudly.


Faramir: Heh, I wouldn’t brag about such a daddy!

Yes, I had befriended the child of Smaug, one of the four great dragons. Urivayo looked almost exactly like him, but instead of having yellow-gold horns Urivayo had more horns, dark grey horns that would darken with age. He too had bright red scales and frill, and yellow underbelly that would also darken with age. Both, like all red dragons, loved to cause destruction on anything that moves,

Thranduil: We know by now!

so I sighed in relief when he actually did as I asked.
“Elrond of Rivendell”


Pippin (as Elrond): Grandson of Beren and Lúthien, son of Eärendil son of Tuor, brother of Elros Tar-Minyatur, Lord of Imladris, herald of Gil-Galad et cetera et cetera. So who has more titles now, huh? Huh?

Lord Elrond bowed his head slightly hand on his sword should Urivayo decided to change his mind and attack. Then Urivayo and I quickly caught another scent, orcs!
Dragons and orcs never liked each other, for the reason that they were weak.


Faramir: Now that’s what I’d call discrimination.

They were once elves maimed and tortured and corrupted by the power of the Ring,

Thranduil (sighs): Just how ignorant one can get? (bursts out) Sauron did NOT make the Orcs, moron! It was Morgoth!

such low beings killed wyrmlings whenever the young adults, adults, and wyrms were away.

Pippin: Oh, Orcs are then of some use, after all.

They were making there way here, and should they find us, they would kill the three of us.

Thranduil: Nah, they only wanted to ask directions to Barad-Dûr.

For the second time in my life I was frightened though to a lesser extent

Faramir: How would be getting killed by Orcs be less frightening than getting killed by Isildur?
Pippin (shudder): More frightening, rather.


“Lord Elrond, Urivayo, we must leave!” I whined
“What is wrong Amlunghen?” asked Lord Elrond
“Pothoc plythu vaecaesin hearing”


Thranduil: It seems Urivayo is bilingual.
Faramir: Yes, and he can’t speak one sentence without speaking both English and Sphinxyish.


Urivayo muttered. (Stupid weak elf hearing)

Thranduil: Hey!
Faramir: I really begin to suspect the stories about Elven senses, at least those of the Noldor.


“My Lord, orcs are making their way up here.

Pippin: “Unnecessary Repetitions”, page fifty-six.

We must get you back to your company before you are discovered. Then we too must make our way back to our kind.” I explained as slowly as I could.

Thranduil (as Ornjin): Can. You. Understand. Me?
Faramir (as Elrond): Hey, I am not the one who is retarded!


“Are we able to escape from here undetected?” he asked as he now could hear the orcs. I was about to answer when Urivayo spoke out
“Lord Elf find your own way out! Your affairs are nothing compared to those of dragons”


Pippin: That’s rich, seeing the fricking dragons just lost a major battle!

he snarled. I turned towards Urivayo
“We cannot leave him here, he does not know the area as we do and would be spotted and killed”


Faramir: ‘Cause he is so helpless he can’t kill a few Orcs. Yeah, right.

I begged, having liked this strange creature, the Lord Elrond of Rivendell.

Thranduil: He is given a title only now?

“No-“he was about to continue when I gently tugged on one of his wings and spoke gently
“Please chiili nomeno ihk ve, sia thurirl” (Please do this for me, my friend) I begged.
“Please help me, Lord Urivayo” Lord Elrond added awkwardly, unused to asking for help.


Pippin (tries to picture a begging Elrond and signally fails): There’s something so badly wrong I don’t even try to say anything smart.
Thranduil: Yes, even if it’s only the little detail that he’s begging for help from Smaug’s son.


Urivayo looked at me then Lord Elrond then back towards me as well.

Faramir: Had he springs in his neck or something?

Then I saw an emotion that most red dragons would never express…love. His eyes looked in mine with such compassion; I have never seen such emotion from a chromatic

Thranduil: Insert weeping violins… now.

“Ihk wux...my preah” (For you…my heart) he whispered.

Pippin (draws a handkerchief from his pocket): Sniff… That – That’s so romantic!
Faramir (imitates a violin player.)


Then his eyes hardened towards Lord Elrond
“Aphad-enni, calben” (Follow me, elf) he said as he quickly ran towards the exit of Mount Doom, and Lord Elrond and I quickly followed.
We lead him through rocks and jagged paths, ever cautious of the decreasing distance of our and the orcs distance.


Faramir: The Orcs must have been veritable sprinters.
Thranduil: Obviously the team of Mordor won in the next Olympic games.


We came upon a camp of orcs, luckily we were on a cliff above them and could not see us.

Pippin: Strange, I thought being blind is not lucky at all.

There was a small bridge like trail that did not look safe, Urivayo went first stepping softly and spreading his wings slightly for balance.
“Ornjin quickly” he whispered as he hid behind a rock. I tentatively took a step and spread my wings slightly, but unfortunately with my new found fear I was not as graceful as I could be. I crept across with Lord Elrond following me also unsteadily across the bridge. Suddenly I stepped onto a loose rock and when I opened my eyes I looked into the sickly yellow eyes of the entire orc camp.


Faramir: My dear Sphinxy, cats have yellow eyes, Orcs have red.

They looked at me with their eternally hate-filled eyes
“Well, well, well, looks like we have a little baby with us here” one sneered
“Yes you know after fighting that battle, I could use some meat!” another grinned maliciously. My eyes widened, no longer was I afraid I was petrified beyond belief.


Thranduil: The stupidity of this fic is beyond belief, I daresay.

I backed myself as far away from them as possible, but couldn’t as I was blocked by the cliff.

Pippin (yawning): Tough luck.

I lowered myself defensively and bared my fangs, one of my forelegs in front of the other showing my claws and growling at them.

(Snickers)
Faramir: A growling foreleg? Now I’ve seen all!


“Stay away!” I hissed, and then I heard Urivayo and Lord Elrond quickly making their way here.

Thranduil: With all this way-making I wonder why I saw no auto-stradas in Mordor.

Distracted by their sounds I failed to notice the orc hand that grabbed me by the neck and laughed at me viciously

Pippin: Do all bad guys have limbs that have mouths?
Faramir: Obviously so.


“And what can a pathetic little whelp like you do?” he mocked as he raised his sword to my neck;

Thranduil: The hand mocked…?
Faramir: No, it’s a whole Orc this time, I deem.
Thranduil: I see.


I closed my eyes tightly and waited for the blow.

Pippin (to the Orc): Just do it, damn it! What are you waiting for?

When I was suddenly dropped, I looked up and saw Lord Elrond standing over the orc which held me then quickly sliced an upcoming orc.

Faramir: Now that was a nimble Orc. It sure isn’t easy to slice somebody when you have to hold a dragon.
Thranduil: Actually that was Elrond.
Faramir (puzzled): But she said…. Oh, never mind, these sentences murder me!
Pippin: Sliced Orc now from your nearest supermarket! Only 3.95 per kilogram!


Urivayo of course was as all red dragons ferocious and deadly, he clawed at one then would jump and bite the jugular of another, I knew he was highly amused as well as angered.

Faramir (falsely cheerful): Nice friends you have, Ornjin! Such a lovable little psychopath!

I merely hid behind a nearby rock and stared at two of the most powerful and beautiful races in the world fighting together.

Thranduil: I beg to differ. There was only one beautiful race there. Or anywhere else, for that matter.
Pippin and Faramir (glower at him.)
Faramir (mutters): Snob.


Their styles of fighting each showing their races abilities Lord Elrond; swift, graceful with a quiet strength,

Thranduil: As opposed to a screaming strength.

he seemed to float like a fellow silver when we cloud walked,

Pippin (deadpan): He was turned to a balloon, all of a sudden.

Urivayo fought like the proud dragon he was; quick, deadly, vicious, merciless, ruthless and aggressive, yet there was a beauty to the viciousness.

Thranduil: Hey, hey, slow down a bit, Sphinxy, or you run out of adjectives.

So enthralled by their movements I, once again failed to notice two orcs come behind me.

Faramir (slaps his forehead): If she was not that stupid, then maybe I wouldn’t hate her so much.
Pippin: Really?
Faramir: No.


I was held from behind tightly as I tried to wiggle and squirm my way out crying out.

Thranduil (as the Orc): Let’s wrestle a bit, shall we?

Urivayo stopped and looked towards us, one orc holding me with the other raising his blade at me, Urivayo took a deep breath and let out a sea of flames from his mouth setting aflame the bladed orc.

Faramir (his voice full of pain): Ugh, the sentences…
Pippin: Fried Orc, now served only in Mordor Cuisine restaurant! Comes with vegetables and potatoes, prepared with genuine dragon-fire!


Lord Elrond turned as well and saw the other orc and took a step towards us
“Halt elf! Any of you come any closer and the runt dies”


Thranduil (as Elrond): And I am supposed to care?

he laughed as he tightened his grip on my neck causing me to whimper in pain.
Urivayo snarled and hissed at the orc in warning, his eyes glowing mirroring his anger. I came up with a way to be dropped and hopefully they would kill him. I opened my mouth and bite down on is arm


(Deep silence for a moment.)
Pippin: Uh.
Faramir: Let’s just read on, all right? Maybe we understand even some of this.
Thranduil: As if.


deeply bringing in the disgusting taste of orc blood in my mouth. The orc threw me down and was about to hit me when he suddenly slumped forward, I saw a blade embedded in his skull. I quickly turned towards Lord Elrond and Urivayo and saw another orc approaching them unsuspected. I ran towards them and breathed in deeply willing and praying to the Nine-fold Dragon to feel the cold reassuring feeling in my chest, I opened my mouth and smiled as I felt the wind and cold come forth from my being and froze the offending orc.

Pippin: Our supermarket offers now even freezed Orcs! Just defrost, spice and fry, it is that easy!

All was silent as we surveyed the small camp of dead orc.

Faramir: I just realized that those Orcs were very dumb, too. Staying in a camp just like that when they should already have run halway to Khand.

I was still frightened at my brushes with near death and Lord Elrond saving me,

Thranduil: I hope logic could be bought. Then maybe even Sphinxy could have some.

when Urivayo interrupted my thoughts.
“We must go, more may come and Lord Elrond’s company is searching for him. We must leave him or they might see us and a repeat of what just happened will occur” he stated and continued our way towards the black gates. The rest of the way was freed of orcs thankfully. The scent of elves came closer and we began to slow. The elves were close, but we could not see them, when some arrows suddenly shot at Urivayo’s and mine feet. Terrified I merely stood there as Urivayo came in front of me to protect me.


Pippin (as Ornjin): Because being a female and all, I was so very fragile and needing male protection. Never mind I could breathe ice.

Lord Elrond then stood before the both of us, defending us.
“Stop do not shoot!”


Faramir: That reminds me of an old joke. A king orders his advisor to be put to death, but writes a note that reads: “Death no mercy”. Now figure that out.
Pippin: Oh, I get it.


he shouted, we stared at him without expression, but thought the same thing, we were surprised.
We thought he would betray our kindness and have us killed.


Thranduil: Yeah, because all know Elves are as treacherous bastards as you.

Though I took a liking to Lord Elrond, what I have learned of past experiences of dragons and ‘mortals’ kept me suspicious of him, I was astonished. The elves came out of their hiding places and kept their distance, Urivayotornotach smirked at their fear of us.

Faramir: Please, Uri, smirk some more. Maybe they get annoyed and finish you off.
Thranduil: ‘Umbleness, Uri, ‘umbleness.


Lord Elrond turned towards us and bent down.
“Thank you for leading me out, young ones” he bowed his head
“Nay Lord Elrond, I should thank you for saving my life and not letting your company destroy us. I swear to you that if there is a way to help your kind, I will” I pledged quietly, not wanting the elves to hear that a dragon needed help from an elf.


Pippin: Because that would be SO embarrassing! I wouldn’t be a rebel anymore!

Urivayotornotach looked at me in disgust and began pushing me away towards our fellow dragons.

Faramir: Hmm, quite possessive, is he?

“I shall await that day, cuiomae, Ornjin” (Good-bye or Live well) he whispered as we made our way back through the gates, to our peoples council place
“Zhin persvek martivir, sia thurirl” (Walk in peace, my friend) I whispered to the wind


Thranduil: Maybe you should have addressed Elrond, instead.

and walked away from the elven warrior.
Flashback Ends

“So you were saved by this dragoness and a red dragon, and saved her as well?” asked Gandalf

Pippin (as Elrond): I just said so, you old dotard. What have you been smoking?

“Yes and it appears she wishes to fulfill her vow.

Faramir: All that glitters is not gold, Elrond.

I assure you that Ornjin is trustworthy, she will not betray the Fellowship” Lord Elrond remarked. I merely stood by him re-evaluating Gandalf;

Thranduil (as Elrond): Let’s see: Last year he was worth some ten silver pennies, now maybe eight and half. I shouldn’t have invested on him.

it was amusing how similar and dissimilar he was from the Senior. Both were over-protective, kind, gentle and radiated magic, but Gandalf was a meddler,

Faramir: That was his job, my dear.

since he demanded to know what my connection to Lord Elrond was. But the Senior, being a Silver dragon is more patient and obviously does not meddle into business that is not his own,

Pippin: That’s precisely why Gandalf was ten times worth of one lousy dragon.

also the Senior, now, cares for all creatures, except those under the power of Sauron, as do all Silver dragons.

Pippin: “And for me, I pity even his slaves”. Gandalf said that. So you dragons are trying to be most pious of them all? Not going to happen, I tell you.

“Do not worry, Gandalf I will not hinder the quest. And in siding with Sauron, that will only lead me and my people to extinction, something that I will not allow.” I crooned as if speaking to the Hobbits.

Faramir: Translation: As if speaking to a five-year-old.

Gandalf was also re-evaluating me, and then he sighed deeply and nodded.

Thranduil: What’s this thing with all this business thinking?

“Very well, we will not continue this.

Pippin: Very well, then we can leave, can’t we? (Glances at the door, but it still isn’t anywhere to be seen.) Damn.

But know that if you betray us…” he trailed off trying to make the threat instill fear in me. I decided to amuse him slightly

Thranduil: By telling him jokes.
Pippin (as Ornjin): A man went to the bar. The bar-keeper said….
Faramir (as Gandalf): I’ve heard that before. Try something else.


“Do not worry, I will not betray you. But please, do not mention my exact connection to Lord Elrond to the company” giving him some imaginary leverage over me.
“Of course” he smiled taking her bait

Faramir: And she hauled him to her boat.
Pippin: Isn’t it lovely how she switched the perspective?


“Ornjin why is it that Uri is not with you?

Thranduil: Because Uri is in Canterbury, silly.
Faramir: Obscure.


I would imagine he would have caused uproar and come with you on this quest”

Faramir: Eru be thanked that he didn’t! Ornjin alone is annoying enough.

pondered Lord Elrond. My eyes became distant in memory and sadness.
“Urivayotornotach does not have the choice to come with me any longer” I said softly and walked out of the study.

To make it clear Silver wyrmlings are curious,

Pippin: Actually, according to this story, that’s true.
Faramir: That’s a wonder indeed.


highly intelligent

Thranduil: Compared to a one-cell organism, maybe. And even that would be an over-statement.

and polite,

Faramir: Oh, come on! No more this bullshit! They are rude and bitchy, at least you are!

which would partly explain her attitude towards Lord Elrond,

Pippin (snickers): That had nothing to do with the threat of immediate death. Nope.

even being around the evil aura of the Ring, which will be explained later.

Thranduil: Couldn’t you explain something now, just for this once? I’m sick of flashbacks!

Urivayo was used as a nickname since draconic is difficult and harsh for other races.

Pippin: “Manual of Obvious Statements”, see appendix A.

So Lord Elrond saved her twice, is why dragons respect Lord Elrond.

Faramir: Oh, of course she told everybody that. “Hi daddy, I just got saved by an Elf and vowed to help him.” Please.

She told them after she and Uri returned. But what happened to Urivayo to make her sad?

Pippin (glancing at the clock on the mantelpiece): As if we were interested.

What will become of Ornjin and Gandalf’s tenuous truce?

Thranduil: I hope Mithrandir breaks it at the first opportunity. And her.

Munthrek- Draconic for human
Pothoc- Draconic for stupid

Faramir: So, this story is pothoc. Nice to know.

Chapter Five Talking to Dragons

Faramir (as chapter Five): So, how do you do, dragons?

will also take a while to type.

Thranduil: Preferably to eternity and beyond.

Hope you will be patient.

Pippin (snorts): Oh, sure we will. Just don’t hurry unnecessarily.
Faramir: Who’s Hope?

(The door reappears. All exit.)
"Ha! Wonnige Glut! Leuchtender Glanz!
Strahlend nun offen steht mir die Straße.
Im Feuer mich baden!"
- Siegfried, Act Three, Scene Two.
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Chapter 6

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I had just left Lord Elrond’s study fighting the emotions that were begging to be let out,

Pippin (as the emotions): Please, please, let us out! We’ll do anything!

pain and anguish that had been increasing dramatically for centuries.

Thranduil: The amount of annoying, teeny angst is increasing dramatically.

Urivayo… he was everything to me; I would have done anything for my dear friend. I unconsciously grabbed the necklace that nestled on my chest,

Faramir: and had laid three eggs in its nest.

the ruby shimmer a blood red color in the sun. While thinking of him, I accidentally collided with another.
“Forgive me, I should pay attention when walking”

Pippin: You should rather pay attention to the fact that you are an irritating Sue.

I said as I regained my composure.
“Yes, I believe you should, My Lady” the other sneered.
I looked up to see Boromir,

Thranduil: After the use of verb ‘sneer’ I am not surprised.

the man that was so intent on using the Ring to protect Gondor. Though when I first spoke to him I seemed to treat him with disdain, my view on him was actually favorable.

Faramir (in frustration): Then why didn’t you show it?

He strove to protect all he cares about, no matter what. There was a familiar fire in his grey eyes, a fire that enthralled me,

Pippin: But… but I thought she would fall in love with Legolas.
Faramir: She had better to do that rather than spoil my brother’s life.
Thranduil (indignantly): AHEM.


I had to look away.
“I beg your forgiveness, My Lord. I did not mean to speak to you in such a way during the council.”

Faramir: Seeing that you seem to have rebellious lips and growls, that may be even true.

I could not even dare look into those eyes, eyes so much like Urivayo.

Thranduil: His eyes were red?
Pippin: Wow, he must have a massive hangover.


This left Boromir surprised and uncomfortable,

Faramir: Every sensible person would be uncomfortable in your company, Ornjin.

he shifted uneasily looking at me.
“…Forgiveness is granted, Lady Ornjin. I too should have been paying attention” he apologized awkwardly, not expecting me to apologize.

Pippin: And she apologized for apologizing that she had apologized.

“My Lady, I wish to properly introduce myself. I am Boromir son of Denethor, Steward of Gondor” He bowed.

Pippin: Well, now he’s more like himself.

“I am Ornjin, Dragon Servant of Namhias, last silver dragon clan Senior” I returned the bow. Reluctantly met his gaze

Thranduil: Who’s Reluctantly?

the same fire was still in his eyes, I had to look away again.
“Lady Ornjin, may I ask as to why you wish to join the Fellowship?”

Pippin: Yes, tell us. We have wondered that also.

“It is the same as everyone else, Lord Boromir, to see that the Ring is destroyed” I said as I continued to walk with Boromir right beside me.
“Is it wise, Lady Ornjin? You are but a young woman, we cannot protect both you and the Ring”

Faramir: So in the first tight place just ditch her and concentrate on the Ring, savvy?

he commented.
He was concerned for me as he would for one of his own.

Pippin: (Stares.) Uh.
Faramir: He was caring, but not that caring! He met the damn girl only a few hours earlier!
Thranduil (relieved): Maybe she is after Boromir, after all. Phew, my son is safe!


‘That is kind of him, but obviously he doesn’t know the power of dragons or even our servants’ I thought amused.
“Do not worry for me, Lord Boromir. I am a servant of dragons, since the beginning of our servitude we are taught the art of war” I laughed slightly deeply then quickly stopped.

Faramir: Please, do stop. And while you are at it, why don’t you stop pestering my brother and the rest of the Fellowship as well?

That sounded more like my draconic laugh then my human one, which was lighter almost as light as the elves.

Pippin: The comma eater has a real feast in this fic.
Thranduil: Her laughter must be quite heavy then, seeing we Eldar weigh as much as Men.
Faramir: She didn’t mean that, Thranduil. It should be “as light as that of the elves”.
Thranduil (shrugs): By now, she could mean anything and it would be all the same for me.


I swallowed my breath and looked awkwardly to the trees surrounding Lord Elrond’s home. I then caught Lord Boromir’s scent was one of incredulity.
“A woman was been taught the art of war?” he sneered. ‘He must be one of those males that does not approve of women in any form of combat. I cannot believe such beings actually exist’

Pippin: But they do exist, I assure you. I am one.
Thranduil: Me too.
Faramir: I have best not to say anything, my wife being who she is.
Pippin: Oh, but Eowyn was a special case.


I thought.
“Yes, dragons do not believe in the same roles of woman in the way humans do, and place this thinking upon us as well.”

Thranduil: Brainwashing. How nice.
Pippin (laughing): So now the dragons are feminist, too? I should have seen that coming.


I clarified.
“How could those cretins do such a thing? War is no place for a woman”

Thranduil: Hell right!
Faramir (dryly): Remember who killed the Witch-King.
Pippin: You’ve got a point there.


he scoffed.

Faramir (scratching his head): I don’t even try to understand this anymore. I mean, for some two paragraphs she writes positively of Boromir, but then we are back in that damned sneering and scoffing.
Pippin: Hmm, he’s like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.
Thranduil: Huh?
Pippin (showing a book): You are not the only one who has read Deusexmachina’s books.


“War is a place for no one, Lord Boromir.

Faramir (sarcastic): What a philosopher you are, Ornjin!

But, it happens”

Thranduil (country bumpkin): Shit happens, mate.

I said solemnly. He nodded.
“What weapon do you use, My Lady?”

Pippin (as Ornjin): None, my enemies will die of nausea and boredom when I open my mouth.
Thranduil: Well said.


he asked changing the subject, though I know he still thought it barbaric that women could fight.
“A very special sword,

Faramir (as Ornjin): A very very speshul, super-duper, extra cool, mind-numbingly brilliant sword. Of course.

he is called Tsa Ixen.”(Serpent Flame) I said proudly.

Thranduil: He?

“What is so special about this…Tsa Ixen?” he asked awkwardly, not used to speaking draconic. I smiled mysteriously.

Pippin: Translation: I smiled stupidly.

“I will not say, My Lord that is for the Fellowship to find out on our journey. Now speak to me about the people of Minas Tirith” I asked genuinely curious.
I saw from the corner of my eye that Boromir was happy to speak to me about his people and the white city. He told me practically everything about them, and I saw how much he loved his father and brother, Faramir. Boromir was proud and loved his city; he would do everything to protect it.

Thranduil: That’s already stated. Stop rubbing it in!
Faramir: Shh, I want to enjoy this while it lasts.


This is what I worry of him, he is mortal, mortals know nothing of what the Ring truly is, not even elves now it in its entirety. No one, except orcs and dragons, we have been tainted by power and know what the Ring can do, but orcs revel in it, never truly seeing what the Ring is.

Pippin: That may be because they didn’t know of it in the first place.

Sadly though this also occurs with dragons, and soon I feared the same fate would await Boromir, I did not wish for that to happen to him. He was too young to understand the dominance of the One Ring,

Faramir: He was forty!

much like everyone else in the Fellowship.

Thranduil: Yep. At two thousand, my son still was too young. Nice to know.

We seated ourselves on a bench beneath a tree over looking the valley that is Rivendell.

Pippin: No, actually they were looking over Death Valley.

This was the first time I truly saw it,

Faramir: After you’ve spent many days there? Just take those eye patches off.

it was beautiful perhaps one of the most beautiful places I have ever seen. Boromir and I were now in a comfortable silence.

Thranduil: Even I am a bit more comfortable after the clichéed dialogue is over.

I heard the hobbits approach us and we turned our heads to greet them.
“Good Afternoon young hobbits” I greeted.
“Good Afternoon little ones” Boromir greeted as well.
“Good Afternoon” they said happily.

Pippin: Ever heard of summarizing, Sphinxy?
Faramir: Actually she has heard of it. She just put it in all possible places where it doesn’t belong.


Truly I adored the Hobbits; they remind me of myself as a wyrmling. So full of curiosity, strength, and a voracious appetite.

Pippin: Finally something I could take as a compliment!

“Hobbits, tell me of the Shire” I requested. They looked at me almost shocked. Merry was first to speak.
“My Lady, why would one such as yourself, want to know about the Shire?” he asked.

Thranduil: Come on, Merry! You treat her like she was a queen or something!
Pippin: Yeah, wake up, Merry!


“Curiosity, Merry. I have always been in my masters’ service and hardly ever left his lair. A dragon servant must always protect their masters dwelling from trespassers,

Faramir (snorting): As if the dragons couldn’t do that by themselves.
Pippin: True. Smaug, anyone? Without the Ring Bilbo would have ended up as a snack.


or do errands for the master.” I explained.
“So, if you never left your master’s lair, how were you able to come here?” queried Sam. I laughed my human-like laugh.
“Sam, just because I have not seen much of the world or because I serve a dragon does not make me incompetent. I can follow my senses well enough

Thranduil: What senses?

and read a map. But no one I have spoken to knows of the Shire.” I chimed.

Pippin: An amazing thing, that shape-shifting. Now she’s a bell!

“Have you met my Uncle Bilbo, Lady Ornjin?”

Faramir (as Ornjin): Actually I have. I licked him too.
Thranduil (as Frodo): Yuck!


asked Frodo. I looked into his blue eyes, similar to those of Bilbo’s, the catalyst of Smaug’s death.
“No, but I have heard of him. He helped cause the death of Smaug the Magnificent” I muttered. Frodo and the others proceeded to tell Boromir and me about the adventures of Bilbo Baggins. Throughout their story-telling I felt eyes watching me.

Pippin: She felt them because they were so full of hate that they bored holes to her back.
Faramir: And she died in agony. The End.


Legolas was watching me, not too far away from where we were, but far enough for a human or hobbit to not notice him.

Pippin (chuckles): I never knew Legolas was a Peeping Tom. Did you, Thranduil?
Thranduil (offended): No, I didn’t.


Beside him was Aragorn,

Faramir: Wow, voyeurism must be contagious in this story.

out of all the Fellowship only they had not come to an exact opinion of me.

Thranduil: They wavered between venomous hatred and utter despising.

They were understandably suspicious of someone ‘serving’ a dragon, but they found me a conundrum.
“Do you sense malice within our female companion, Legolas?” asked Aragorn.
“No, but there is something… dark surrounding her.” Legolas said slowly, not being able to properly voice what he saw of me.

Pippin: Sueishness?

“Does that mean she is no threat to us or the destruction of the Ring?” Aragorn pressed more.
“I feel no evil or cruel intentions from her,

Thranduil: Are you blind, my son? According to Sphinxy, she’s after you, and that’s evil enough!

just an overwhelming sadness.” Legolas mused. Aragorn looked at me critically, still unsure of my intentions.
“Aragorn let us merely observe her throughout the quest.

Faramir (as Aragorn): Yes! More voyeuring!

We can come to a conclusion then.” He said as he was watching me chase the Hobbits in a game while Boromir watched us.

Pippin: I left the catch and hide-and-seek games when I was twelve, just so that you know.

Then suddenly the wind blew in his direction and noticed I stood rigid.

Thranduil: That’s a very observant wind.

The wind went past Legolas’s face and the faint scent of rain encompassed him. He searched the sky for a trace of rain, but it was bright and sunny, not even a cloud was in view. Seeing Legolas confused look, Aragorn asked.
“What is the matter?”
“When the breeze came, I caught the smell of rain” Legolas stated.
“Odd, the skies show no sign of rain fall. Are you certain of the scent of rain?” Aragorn pressed.
“Yes it was faint, but it was rain, pure rain no wet earth or plants, just rain.”

Faramir (as Aragorn): All right, all right, I got already that it was rain. No reason to repeat it, oh, seven times!

Legolas mumbled as he went deeper and deeper into his own thoughts.

Pippin: Losing his way and finding not back.

Aragorn noticed this and started getting worried.
“Legolas are you all right?” he asked. Legolas was startled out of his thoughts.
“Aye, merely lost in thought.”

Pippin (proudly): I told you so.

He replied. Then he grinned “Perhaps we should see how Arwen is doing?”

Faramir (as Aragorn): Begging your pardon, I am the only one who may peep at her.

‘I will question our strange companion in the evening’ he smiled to himself, his curiosity coming in full about the mysterious female.

Thranduil: No! Listen to me, son, she’s not that interesting. Just stay clear of her!

When the Hobbits insisted I play a game with them, I agreed. I never actually played a game except wrestling with Urivayo as a wyrmling even then I did not play often.

Pippin: She must have had a dull childhood, then.

Merry explained how to play, Boromir decided to not join,

Faramir: Him being a grown man, that’s just how it should be.

we started and I found that playing was highly enjoyable. During the play I forgot about Legolas and Aragorn’s eyes surveying me. I was so entranced by the game

Pippin: …that I couldn’t even say clearly what game it was.

I lost some control over my scent and power. My body went rigid as I tried to regain my control.

(Laughter.)
Thranduil: She is so dim that soon she will forget to breathe!
Faramir: Hopefully.


But it was too late, I accidentally created a breeze and it carried my scent, though faint, towards Legolas.

Pippin: Who puked when smelling her.

Legolas, being an elf would be able to smell something strange in the wind having superior senses than humans. I regained my composure and started playing again, hopefully not drawing too much attention to myself.

Faramir: Too late, sweetie.

Hopefully that silly elf would speak with Lord Elrond if he has any further suspicions about me; I know he would put him slightly at ease.

Thranduil: Why does everybody in this story do things only slightly?

That I doubted though, once an elf got curious about something they wish to learn more, much like my kind, but they act more like wyrmlings. I prayed to the Nine-fold Dragon that Legolas would not question me, I know I am already on an uneasy foot with the dwarf,

Pippin: “The dwarf” has a name, Ornjin. Just how hard it can be to write “Gimli”?
Faramir: Gimli is not hot, so he doesn’t deserve to be even named.


and Boromir, though he his no longer as suspicious still sees my in a slightly disfavorable light, and Gandalf. That old goat will never cease to be suspicious of me.

Thranduil: Eru be thanked for that!
Faramir: Old goat? Not the word I would use to decribe him.


I could only hope that he would forget his curiosity about me.
As with most things in life, we never get what we desire.

Pippin: Great, more philosophy.

Namhias is the name of her clan’s senior.
Silver Dragons smell like

Thranduil: Chicken!
Faramir: Rotten fish!


rain and can control the weather. But since Ornjin is still young in draconic terms, she can lose control on occasion.

Pippin (humming a tune): Just lose the control… Dum di dam… Go with the flow…

I know the story is going short

Faramir: Yes!

and slow, please give me some time, thank you. Until next chapter
Chapter 6 Talking Late with Dragons

Thranduil (as chapter 6): Nice chat we have had, but it’s very late now.
Pippin: Nice to see the chapters like to socialize.
Faramir: Except that they have bad company.

(The screen disappears. All exit the room.)


"Ha! Wonnige Glut! Leuchtender Glanz!
Strahlend nun offen steht mir die Straße.
Im Feuer mich baden!"
- Siegfried, Act Three, Scene Two.
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At Journey's End
Chapter 7

The seventh day came and the prisoners sat resignedly down in the sitting-room, to endure another dose of horror. Nobody spoke, since all were deep in their own thoughts. But they were speedily brought into reality when the screen appeared with a flash and a brief sound like a siren.

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I don’t own Lord of the Rings or D&D. Sorry it took so long, I had more tests and a doctor's appointment.

Chapter 6 Talking Late with Dragons
After playing with the Hobbits, I bid them and Boromir a good afternoon.

Pippin: For the fourth time.

I wished to speak to Lord Elrond about my sleeping conditions, since I believe that my sense of comfort is different from ‘mortal’ ones.

Faramir: Of course she must have a VIP treatment.

As I was following his scent through the hallways another scent was walking towards me, one of a soft breeze through a forest, my eyes widened slightly. ‘Legolas… must hide!’

Thranduil (confused): Why should he hide? It’s you who nobody wants to see.

I thought. I did not wish to answer any questions right now. Without even thinking about the inhabitant’s scent I quickly hid in the closest room.
“Who are you?” asked a soft lilting voice.

Faramir: I knew elves love music, but do they really even speak in notes?
Thranduil: No.
Faramir: I guessed as much.


I turned around and saw an almost near perfect female version of Lord Elrond, but with blue eyes.

Pippin: Correction: Her eyes were grey, dearie.

Her scent was similar to his as well and the same as the one clinging to Aragorn. My lips twitched slightly in amusement ‘That rude archaic vaecaesin, did not mention he sired wyrmlings of his own.

Faramir: Maybe that was because he didn’t mate with a dragon. That means, there were no wyrmlings.

I will have to demand more hospitality from such a ‘gracious’ host and friend.’

Pippin: Time for some good ol’ blackmail!

(Elf) I thought almost maliciously.
“I am Ornjin, I am…a ‘friend’ of your father” I smiled slyly. She stared at me through narrowed curious slits.

Thranduil: Was she in a cage or a cell? I never knew Elrond was that harsh to his children.

‘She is indeed Lord Elrond’s wyrmling, she has the same ‘intimidating’ glare’

Pippin: If she starts to yell, then it is an established fact.

I mused.
“Is that so, then why are you here?” she asked suspiciously. I chuckled silently.
“Honestly? I was hiding from one of your fellow elves, he seems to have been watching me all day,

Faramir (as Ornjin): Because I’m, like, absolutely gorgeous.
Pippin (as Arwen): Daddy is a healer, let’s go to him and see if he can cure you of your delusions.


and wishes for an interrogation” I smirked. She looked baffled, when suddenly there was a knock on her door.
As Lord Elrond’s wyrmling went to answer the door

Thranduil (deadpan): Even though the door hadn’t asked anything.

I quickly hid underneath her bed, seeing as in my human form, I am considered small for my ‘age’.

Pippin: This author’s love affair with inverted commas is boring by now.

She opened the door and there beheld the Mirkwood Prince ‘Please send him away’ I pleaded mentally.

Thranduil: Now it’s a fact, she is a mental case!
Faramir: A serious one, too.


“Tinnu vaer Arwen” (Good Evening) he greeted her.
“Tinnu vaer Legolas. What brings you here?”

Pippin (as Legolas): I just asked Aragorn if I could peep at you and he said yes.
Faramir (as Arwen): That’s it! I’m going to break the engagement!
Thranduil (glares at Pippin.)


she asked.
“I came by to ask if you have seen a small dark-haired human with peculiar silver eyes, she is quite young.” He stated.
“Why are you looking for a human, Legolas? Surely a human could not have escaped your grasp?”

Thranduil: My son does not grab Men!

Arwen asked amusedly, while Legolas looked mildly embarrassed.
“I wish to find her to ask her a few questions, have you not heard that she is a servant of dragons?” he asked. Lady Arwen’s eyebrows rose in astonishment.
“Indeed? That is surprising, I had thought dragons wished to have nothing to do with the other races.”

Pippin: Oh, if only that would have been true…

She commented. She was genuinely interested in me as well.

Faramir: Couldn’t somebody just find her boring, just for a change?

“That is why I wish to find her, I do not believe dragons would help Middle-Earth without a price” he said.
“I fear that I have not seen this human, but I am most interested in meeting her as well.” She replied in turn. I was rethinking my situation and I ended up scowling. ‘This is just marvelous! How the mighty have fallen!

Thranduil: Sic transit gloria mundi.
Faramir: What does that mean?
Thranduil (shrugs): I don’t know, it just sounded nice.


A dragon, one of the children of Io, the wisest, powerful, and immortal race, is reduced to hiding from an ellon underneath a bed!’

Pippin: A little humiliation does only good to you, Ornjin.
Faramir: Your ego is already big enough.


I growled inwardly.
“Daw vaer, mellon nin” (Good night, my friend) said Lady Arwen.
“Daw vaer” responded Legolas. Legolas then left to continue his search. Once the door closed I released a breath I did not know I was holding.

Thranduil: If she can’t even control her limbs or breath, her claims of wisdom are at least dubious.
Faramir: Outright false, if you ask me.


“You may come out now Lady Ornjin” Lady Arwen declared. I swiftly got out from under the bed and inclined my head slightly in gratitude.
“Le hannon, Lady Arwen” (Thank you) I said.
“You are welcome. I had wished to meet you one day Lady Dragon” she replied.
“You know of me?” I asked.
“Yes, my father spoke of you and your betrothed and how you helped him escape get to the Black Gates” she explained.
“That is well, but he also saved my life.

Thranduil: That was a huge mistake.

So I made him a vow to help him” my eyes became glazed

Pippin: Seriously, Ornjin, quit the marijuana!

at a thought. Lady Arwen looked at me with concern.

Faramir: Which was changed to immense relief when she thought Ornjin was dying.

“Are you alright Arwenamlug?” (Lady Dragon) she asked worriedly. I shook my head from my thoughts.
“Yes I am alright. Merely thinking on how much you look like Lord Elrond” I smiled showing my fangs.
“Then you should meet my elder brothers, they are twin and look very much like Ada” (Father) she replied.
“I will I need to know everyone in your family, there are things I have not explained to your Ada about. Now that we are discussing him, do you know where he is?”

Thranduil (as Arwen): Hiding from you, you monster!

I asked.
“I believe Ada should be in his study” she stated. I frowned and shook my head.
“Lord Elrond works lae hard lae vi darastrix” (Works as hard as a dragon) I grumbled. Lady Arwen looked at me puzzled over the draconic.
“Do not worry, I will go find Lord Elrond now thank you” I announced as I headed towards the door, but stopped once I neared it.

Pippin (as Ornjin): Duh-huh? What’s that wooden thingy?

I turned my head to look at her.
“By the way you made an excellent choice in choosing Aragorn mate. He seems to be a strong, dependable and virile male.

Faramir: And how is that supposed to be your business?

He will help you to bare many fine and healthy wyrmlings”

(Stunned silence.)
Thranduil (rubbing his eyes): Does that sentence really say what I think it does?
Pippin: Yes…
Faramir: Ugh. (gags.)


I teased and smiled brightly as Lady Arwen looked shocked and embarrassment.

Pippin: Little wonder in that, I might say!
Faramir: She’s a sadist, too. As if she wasn’t twisted enough.


I quickly left the room as to not get a highly possible tongue-lashing from her;

Thranduil: A normal lashing is what you need, you sicko!

I quickly smelled the air and listened to the surroundings to sense if Legolas was close by. Fortunately the only people around were Lord Elrond’s servants, I would not have to skulk around every corner worrying about Legolas finding me. Once more I scowled at myself for acting like a wyrmling and hiding with my tail between my legs.

Faramir: If you are so embarrassed, do us a favour and commit suicide!

To which while I followed Lord Elrond’s scent, I noticed it was getting dark, which meant it was almost time for dinner, which unfortunately meant the Legolas would also be there. I quickly made way into Lord Elrond’s study, to which I knocked softly as to not cause a disturbance.
“Come in, Ornjin” he called. I entered and he was standing by his desk.
“What have you come here for?” he asked.
“Nothing truly,

Pippin (as Elrond): Then get the hell out of my study! Some of us have work to do.

I merely wished to discuss my sleeping arrangements.”
“What of them? Surely you are able to sleep in a bed.”
“Of course I can…but, do you have a treasure vault?” I asked.
“You are not sleeping in a treasury.” He stated almost lazily. I pouted slightly

Thranduil: Speaking of childish behaviour…
Faramir: Great, now she’s having temper tantrums.


then remembered the other issue.

Pippin: Your mental issues?

“Very My Lord, but is could you do this one thing for me?” I asked sweetly.

Faramir (as Elrond): Maybe I could if I understood even a word of your speech.

“What is it Ornjin? I know it is not common for a dragon to ask for something.” He looked slightly concerned.
“Could you speak to Legolas? I accidentally lost control of my power momentarily and wish to interrogate me. Which, of course we cannot have.” I said. Lord Elrond nodded.
“I will try to dissuade him. But tell me, Amlughen why are you so worried? I had thought you would have enjoyed the fact another knew of your race.” I smiled softly at this as I went to sit on a chair in front of his desk.
“No I would not, that is the wishful thinking of a mortal. I maybe the youngest, but I still know that even if others trust me, once they find out of my nature they will not accept me readily.

Thranduil (as Ornjin): And it’s so mean! Wah!

Acceptance must be won slowly.” I said though rather sadly. Then something caught my nose’s attention and I got excited.
“My Lord, I believe it is almost time for dinner. Let us go and you can tell me which foods I should try first.” I grinned cheerfully. Lord Elrond then looked at me in a soft way

Faramir: Oh, no!

that I had only seen on two others in my life.

Pippin: The other of them was her psychiatrist.
Thranduil: And the other was the doctor who told her parents that she would never be intelligent.


“First you must change into proper attire, and then I shall ask my sons to escort you to dinner while I speak to Legolas.” Lord Elrond explained. He then smiled at my confused expression.
“‘Proper attire’?” I asked.
“Yes, you need to wear a dress. I will have a servant lead you to your quarters and then you may change. The dresses are all for you, Ornjin I am sure you will be pleased.” We both exchanged smiles.
We both waited in silence for the servant he summoned, while we both waited occasionally talking about subjects we did not know of.

Faramir: Wouldn’t that be kind of pointless?

Though when I was discussing my meeting with Arwen, he frowned when I told her that Aragorn would be a good mate.

Thranduil: And punched her at hearing her ‘baring’-comment.
Pippin: Please, don’t mention it.


Apparently it is wrong for different races to mate with each other, to which I thought was ridiculous. Dragons can mate with whoever we wish, though mostly we stay away from ‘mortals’,

Faramir: Funny, I thought it was the other way round.

many are extremely closed minded. I did not discuss the matter further with him, Lord Elrond is her father and this was not for me to meddle in.

Thranduil: Then you shouldn’t have even started it.

When the maid arrived I left a pondering Lord in the dark.

Pippin (as Elrond, pondering): Should I order Ornjin to be hanged or merely flogged? Hmm… maybe both.

The maid showed me my room; it was beautiful everything was silver in color. The maid showed me the chest with the clothing and revealed some of the most wondrous fabric I have ever seen. I held the ‘dress’ in front of me, it was silver of course

Thranduil: OF COURSE!
Faramir: Surprise, surprise!


with long flowing sleeves and skirt which parted to reveal a white skirt underneath, the collar was slightly higher than my ‘breast’, I think that is what my chest is called.

Pippin: Isn’t it wonderful how she describes her main character’s clothing more than the appearance of any characters?
Thranduil: The characters are not that important, at least according to Sphinxy.


The fabric was soft and delicate, but then I remembered that I had to wear this and I grumbled. I did not want to ruin the cloth and I dislike clothing.

Pippin: So on top of everything we already know, she’s also a nudist!
Faramir: I didn’t foresee that.


I never understood why mortals wore clothing,

Faramir: Maybe for warmth. Or in order to remain dry.
Thranduil: Or merely out of normal decency.


it is restrictive and unnecessary, but I dressed anyway I do not wish to offend Lord Elrond when he gave me many dresses of the finest cloth.

Pippin: You dislike clothing, but remembered to mention the fine material three times in a single paragraph? Who you think you are kidding?

I looked at myself in the mirror I looked paler than usual, I left my hair in its braid but I polished my necklace. Then I heard a knock at the door.
“Lady Ornjin may we come in?” called two male voices. I smiled they had the same scent as Lord Elrond.
“Yes do come in” I called as I put my necklace back on.
Then entered two elves, almost the split image of Lord Elrond.

Thranduil: They were Siamese twins?

They looked at me in awe.
“I am Elrohir”
“I am Elladan, My Lady” they bowed graciously.
“Well met Elrohir, Elladan. It is wonderful that I am able to see you.”

Faramir (as Ornjin): Now when I took those eye patches off, everything is so much clearer. Strange.

I bowed as well.
“When Ada told us of you Lady Dragon, we could not believe it. I still cannot, you look so young” Elladan admired.
“Indeed, you look younger than we do. But now allow us to escort you to dinner, My Lady”.
They lead me to where the dining area was and had me seated near Lord Elrond and Gandalf. I smelled something delicious approaching and my mouth began to water. The table was alight with conversation and I joined in some, mostly speaking with the Hobbits, or Lord Elrond’s family. My eyes glittered in delight

Pippin: Bling-bling.

when I saw the food coming towards me, when the food was in front of me I looked at it curiously. It was some type of thick, white liquid with plants and meat in it. I looked at Lord Elrond silently asking if he could name this dish for me.

(Snickers from the trio.)

“It is rabbit stew with vegetables” he explained.
I looked at it confused, but still excited,

Thranduil: I actually envy her. She can take so much delight in the simplest of things.

and then I grew confused again

Faramir: Dragons seem to grow slowly. With those mood swings she must be only at puberty.

‘How do I eat it?’ I asked myself.

Pippin: It’s simple, dumbass. Just put it in your mouth, chew and swallow. Mission accomplished.

I looked at Gandalf, who sat across from me and saw he was eating with a strange tool that was wide and flat.

Thranduil: It’s called a spoon, miss.

I carefully inspected my own tool that was next to me, I was curious of it, then I gently lowered it and scooped some out I was beaming. Then I carefully moved it into my mouth and I was ecstatic, I was eating like a mortal and this dish was delicious.

Faramir: Unbeknownst to her, Elrond had put a heavy dose of cyanide in her portion.

So pleased at my success and excited I did not notice that I accidentally let my eyes glow slightly in happiness.

Thranduil: Hello, Shiny-Eye!

Lord Elrond and Gandalf cleared their throats; I looked at them confused for a moment wondering why they disturbed my success.

Pippin: And what a monumental success it was!

Then I felt eyes upon me and I slowly looked further down the table opposite of me were the curious blue eyes of Legolas.

Thranduil: They truly were curious. Last time I saw my son, his eyes were grey.

We stared at each other for quick moment before I quickly returned to my meal, I had not eaten in months and I was extremely famished.

Faramir: That must be the most rigorous diet ever.

I finished my delicious stew, and then the servants gave us some plants in a plate, now I was entirely confused, for I knew I could not eat it with my rounded tool. I stared helplessly at my plants,

(Laughter.)
Pippin: Oh my Eru! It’s not to be wondered that she was famished.
Thranduil: She was not even in puberty, she must have been under one year old!


which I quickly remembered were called vegetables, they were in an oil like substance that emitted a tangy scent. I looked towards the Hobbits this time they were using a multi-spear like tool and stabbing the vegetables with them, I grinned and commenced eating with controlled enthusiasm, so as to not have my eyes glow. Next came some type of song bird

Faramir: Strange, I thought Elves liked singing birds best when alive. Am I right?
Thranduil: You are. Not even the Noldor would eat, say, a nightingale.


with ‘spices’ as Lord Elrond told me, I liked this dish the best. Then came dessert, I tried not to get my hopes up that it would be a giant ruby or diamond.

Pippin: She obviously likes crisp food. Ever heard of potato chips, Ornjin?

There on the plate before me were fruits of different variety, the smell was odd. I picked one up and bite it happily before I made an expressionless face and put it back.
“What is wrong Lady Ornjin?” asked Merry. Legolas and everyone else were staring at me.

Faramir: Knowing your table manners, that’s probable.

“Nothing Merry, I am just full. Yes I cannot possibly eat any more. Lord Elrond may I be excused? Thank you I will speak to you in the morn” I rushed as to not give anyone a chance to question me.

Thranduil: She’s paranoid. As if all the others lived just to question her.

I quickly left and returned to my chambers, I needed to get out of there. I was asked so many questions about dragons, but I couldn’t answer all of them, no mortal should know too much about us. I heard music being played another thing I was glad that I had left, I could not ‘dance’, and dragons have no reason to dance.

Pippin: Ever heard of just listening? I didn’t dance while in Rivendell and nobody said anything about that.

I tried to calm down, I know elves like to eat fruit and dancing, but how could I do these things! My body became fatigued so I lay on my bed,

Thranduil: Because eating is so tiring.

it was comfortable but I would have preferred to sleep in the treasury. I waited until the festivities calmed down and everyone fell into a deep sleep. When the inhabitants were sleeping, I climbed from my balcony onto the roof. From there I could see many stars, not as much as I could see from my lair,

Faramir: So you have an X-ray vision? That’s only way you could see stars from inside a freaking mountain!

but it is more than I remember from Mordor. The stars were shining bright, but there was no moon which made me a little sad. I stared at the stars and started to pray to the king of good dragons

Pippin: Who was non-existent.

“Kwi Lord Bahamut, darastrix di wer nebula tluog ve thy strength. letoclo ve rid nomeno treskri di malsvir, letoclo ve bring vi new age

Faramir: New Age? So that’s a hippie mantra? How interesting.

ihk shio darastri. An age di martivir vur freedom.”(Oh Lord Bahamut, dragon of the nebula lend me thy strength. Help me rid this world of evil; help me bring a new age for all dragons. An age of peace and freedom.)I crooned to Bahamuts star filled form.
Through my prayer I did not hear quiet footsteps coming behind me, but when a breeze came I smelled his scent and I stiffened.
“Why do you speak to the stars, Servant of Dragons? Is there something that only they could understand and council you?” he asked. I stood quickly and turned to face him.
“What an odd way of thinking Prince of Mirkwood. Do you not know that any sentient may say anything they desire to another no matter if they understand or not?”

Thranduil: Stars are not sentient, miss Mary Sue. Except Eärendil of course, but I don’t see any reason why he would listen to you.

I responded.
“Where have you been, Lady Ornjin? I have been searching for you since the afternoon.” He continued.
“I have been to many places here in Rivendell. I do not know how long or how hard you have searched for me, but obviously it was not enough.” I said.
“You are wrong had I not searched for you as persistently as I had, I would not have found you this evening.” He countered.
“No because it is quite common for a dragon to stargaze on such evenings. I merely picked up this trait from my master.” I replied as if it was common knowledge to mortals.
“Now why were you searching for me, Master Elf?” I smirked. Legolas face became serious.
“I wish to know if your masters are planning anything. I want assurance that you will not betray us and give the Ring to your masters.”

Faramir: As if she would admit if she was a traitor.

He grounded his voice unusually hard. It was amusing to me, mostly because this young elf

Thranduil (coughs dryly): Ahem.

was rather foolish,

Thranduil: A-HEM.

even though I am imitating a human dragon servant; they have the same temperament we do. So to try and antagonize us is foolhardy, it upset me he would think a dragon or dragon servant would want the Ring.
“Do not worry, Prince of Mirkwood,” I hissed.
“To do so would mark me as a failure.

Faramir: You are already a failure. It’s a birth-trait.

Quite like you are now for letting the creature Gollum escape your clutches.” I nearly growled. Legolas’s face was shocked and surprised.
“How do you know about that?!”

Pippin: Simple, you told it in the Council yourself.
Faramir: Not in this version.
Pippin: Sorry, I forgot.


he demanded harshly. I smirked.
“Temper, temper my dear ellon.”

Thranduil (as Ornjin): I have the sole right to throw bratty tantrums.

I chided him. His face hardened even more.
“Do not play with me Dragon Servant. Answer me, how do you know of Gollum.” He spat. I walked up to him and raised my head to look him in the eyes.
“I cannot answer that, to do that I would be betraying my master. I would think you would understand the meaning of loyalty and responsibility as a warrior and Prince.” I drooled.

Faramir (laughs): Drooling is very convincing, isn’t it?
Pippin: Ornjin, Ornjin, you possibly can’t lust after Legolas that badly.
Thranduil: Oh my Eru…


I could not believe I had said that, Urivayo left a bigger imprint in my life than I thought. I felt terrible prodding this ellon of what he had no control over, but I had to do it to get him to stop these questions.
‘” I did not fail my people!” he yelled.

Faramir: The Return of the Yelling Elves, now from your nearest bookstore!

“No? Perhaps not, that remains to be seen. But should Sauron have possession of the Ring you would have failed everyone in Middle-Earth.”

Pippin: Yeah, everybody knows everything is Legolas’ fault.

I stated calmly.
“He will not have it, the Fellowship will not allow it, I will-“I interrupted his rant.
“Yes Prince Legolas, the Fellowship will not allow it. And I am part of the Fellowship, who are you to question or doubt me in this quest?

Thranduil: Merely the Prince of Mirkwood and thus your better, idiot.

Especially when our goals are intertwined.” I countered.
“Not everyone in the Fellowship has a connection to dragons! Dragons are an evil, vile race who will do anything to cause power and destruction!”

Faramir (claps his hands): Bravo! Encore!

he shouted. I was almost furious at him, but I reminded myself that he was only an elf his intellect his not as great as ours.

Thranduil (angrily): If Sphinxy means to piss me seriously off, she’s only too well on her way!

“Tell me Prince Legolas; tell me one race that is not evil.

Pippin (as Legolas): How about the Elves?

Elves have turned into orcs,

Faramir: After which they were not Elves. Case closed.

my own race craves power for their own ambition, dwarves hid in their mountains to escape,

Pippin: Well, who did they escape, miss dragon?

and the Maia are turning against everyone.” I spat the word Maia.

Faramir: It tasted so bad.

“So you cannot tell me that an entire race is evil when all races can be evil.” I muttered softly. Thankfully I kept my head while I reprimanded him or my eyes would have glowed.
“Those ‘dragons’ that you serve have done nothing but cause death and destruction in their wake. It is those same dragons that are on the verge of extinction! It was the dragon called ‘Smaug’ that was defeated Bilbo Baggins and Bard the Bowman, a pair of ‘lowly mortals’!”

Thranduil: That’s the way of it, son! Please continue.

he mocked.
I ground my fangs; bit my cheek, anything to keep from roaring at him. How dare he mock Smaug!

Faramir: Come on, Smaug wasn’t any god!

Then I heard footsteps, their scent calmed me down as they got closer.
“Legolas I apologize, but my father wishes to speak with the Dragon Servant. It is a matter of great importance” called Elladan. ‘Thank goodness!’ I thought.
I walked towards Elladan but then stopped and looked over my shoulder.
“Daw vaer, Prince of Mirkwood. I hope that your failure should we fail will not come back to haunt you” (Good night) I mocked. I followed Elladan off the roof and to my chambers, he looked me over worriedly.
“Lady Dragon are you all right?” noticing that my dark blue pupils were becoming silver.

Pippin (as Elladan): Damn, she’s returning to normal! Dad’s poison was not potent enough.

I sighed heavily.
“I will be all right, Elladan. Please do not concern yourself with me, besides he only speaks out of ignorance. His words count as nothing to me, he is only a ‘mortal’” I soothed the young elf.

Thranduil (shrugs): If insulting one’s race can be called soothing.

“Arwenamlug please do not take Legolas’ words to heart,” he saw right through my uncaring façade.
“One day Arwenamlug, everyone will see your kind as we do.

Pippin (as Elladan): And then you all will die!

But I admire how collected you were, had I been antagonized in such a manner I would have beat him into submission”

Thranduil (indignantly): And you would have died before your blow fell.
Pippin: Actually that was Legolas’ line.
Thranduil: So?


he admired. I came close to him and nuzzled him,

Faramir: How slutty can she possibly be? Isn’t one man enough, Ornjin?

my throat made deep crooning noises. They deepened even more when he patted my hair.

Pippin (snorts): How erotic.

“Come now Arwenamlug, it is time to retire. Daw vaer” he said as he let me go and left me alone.
I dressed in something Lord Elrond called ‘bed’ clothing; I believe is what he said. Once more I went to the balcony still saddened by the absence of the silver moon. I would find no solace that night, I no longer saw Bahamut in the sky, only a million eyes staring at me.

Faramir: They all were laughing at her.

The ones that I disliked the most were the blue stars, blue stars that never ceased to find a fault in me,

Thranduil: Aren’t they lovable, those blue stars?

that only reminded me of how lonely my life has been.

Pippin (false sob): It’s so sad. Maybe if you weren’t that insulting and bratty, you could have some friends.

I would get no sleep that night.
Those eyes haunted my every thought.

Bahamut is the King of Good Dragons (Gold, Silver, Brass, Copper, and Bronze) his symbol is a nebula.
Dragons find lounging/sleeping on a bed of coins relaxing.

Faramir: Oh, really? I’d never have guessed that.

Silver dragons prefer treasure that is portable or a textile, all dragons are picky about craftsmanship. Sometimes as a snack a dragon will eat gems, very tasty to them apparently, but not often since the like collecting treasure.
Only Lord Elrond's family know she is a dragon and will protect her.

Thranduil: Then they are lunatics.

Incase I didn't it portray it correctly, I made Ornjin speak to most people like a child, all dragons no matter what species see 'mortals' as either food(Bad dragons)

Pippin: Bad, BAD dragons!

or children (Good dragons).
So it seems neither Legolas or Ornjin like each other.

Faramir: Mm-hm. Tell us something we don’t know.
Thranduil (relieved): Phew, he’s safe.
Pippin (gloomily): For a time.


Will Legolas leave Ornjin alone?

Thranduil (crossing his hands): Oh, Eru, let it be so.

Or realize he didn't really ask her any of his questions?

Faramir: That’s probable, seeing that even we readers realize that.

Next Chapter 7 Of Dwarves and Dragons I will update as quickly as possible.

Pippin: Was that a promise or a threat?

Please notify me if there is something that needs to be clairified like any draconic words or etc.

Faramir: There’s nothing to be ‘clairified’. Speaking of clarifying, however…
Thranduil: Please, don’t even start, otherwise we’ll sit here until midnight.

(The door appears. All exit.)


"Ha! Wonnige Glut! Leuchtender Glanz!
Strahlend nun offen steht mir die Straße.
Im Feuer mich baden!"
- Siegfried, Act Three, Scene Two.
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Chapter 8
Disclaimer: See chapter 1.

Faramir and Pippin were just putting their chess things away near the noon of the eighth day, when they heard Thranduil exclaiming in surprise. They hurried to the sitting-room, where the Elf-King already was.

“What is it, Thranduil?” asked Pippin. The Elf only pointed to the corner of the room where a fourth chair had mysteriously appeared. A bearded, stocky person sat in it, seemingly in deep sleep. Pippin strode nearer and saw that it was…

“Gimli!”

The dwarf didn’t budge until faramir had shaken him vigorously. He mumbled, his eyes still shut:

“Go away, you evil spirit! Must you trouble me even in my sleep?”

Pippin said:

“We are not any spirits, master Gimli! Just wake up.”

Gimli finally opened his eyes and stared around him, bewildered.

“Where am I? Where is Deusexmachina?”

Hearing the name of the Maia, Faramir sadly sighed:

“So you have met him, too?”

Gimli answered:

“Yes, I have indeed. What has he done to you? He imprisoned me in a little cavern inside a mountain and forced me to read a horrendous story.”

Thranduil groaned.

“Not one with a female dragon as a main character?”

Gimli stared at him:

“Why, yes. So you are in the same plight?”

The trio explained the manner of their imprisonment to Gimli, who was still a bit sleepy and very confused. When all was said, they discussed why Gimli was transported to Pippin’s home. The hobbit closed the matter quickly, however, by shrugging and saying:

“Who knows why Deusexmachina did it? Just thank your luck, Gimli, that you are among friends now. Enduring that story alone must have been a veritable horror.” Gimli shuddered, answering:
“Indeed. I, not the least hardy of my race, was quite exhausted by now.”

There was nothing else to say, so they sat down, Thranduil as far as possible from Gimli. He was uneasy to be so near a dwarf, although he reminded himself that this one was a friend of his son.

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I do not own Lord of the Rings or any D&D elements.
I am so sorry for taking so long, I live in San Diego so with the fires I was worried and couldn't think of anything.
About Ornjin, she basically is like a teenager (18-19) she can be full of herself,

Gimli: We know.

but is still in some ways insecure and awkward.

Faramir: And schizophrenic and perverted and stuff.

She is by no means perfect, she is arrogant, proud, and even though she is skilled at what she does, she doesn’t have complete control over her powers.

Thranduil: If that is still so, in the age of three thousand years, the educational system of dragons must seriously suck.

If you’ve seen Star Trek think of dragons like Q’s, they think because they are so powerful that they have the right to be arrogant, they also view other races like children.

Pippin (yawns): Get on with it.


Chapter 7 Of Dwarves and Dragons

Gimli (shudders): Knowing this author, I don’t think I want to read further.


It has been a week since the incident with Legolas and I had not left my chambers. I sat on my bed staring at the wall with my sword on my lap,

Thranduil: Which unfortunately wasn’t sheathed. She suddenly fell forwards and cut her guts out.

thinking a great deal about it and the lecture I received from Lord Elrond and Gandalf the following day.

Faramir (as a lecturer, monotonously): Now, today’s subject is methodology in contemporary history. If we take a look at the diagram, we’ll see the discourse analysis here…

Flashback

All four: NOOOO!

I was sitting in a chair with my head lowered like I did before as a wyrmling. Lord Elrond and Gandalf were in front of me both exuded anger from their entire beings.

Pippin: Slow down, you two! Just take a look at the yellow pages and you’ll find some anger therapy.

“You foolish child how could you antagonize Legolas! He is part of the Fellowship!” shouted Lord Elrond.
“He has sensed my draconic nature, I wanted him to leave me be.” I said rather awkwardly.
“How careless can you dragons be? The quest for the Ring has not even begun and you have already made almost everyone in the Fellowship distrust you!” yelled Gandalf.


Gimli: As if anybody trusted her even in the beginning.

“It is not my fault!” I whined.

Faramir (whiny little kid voice): No! It wasn’t me! It was Batman and the monster from under my bed! Why do you always accuse me?

“Ornjin you are over 3,000 years old and yet you still act like a child! If you do not act accordingly then you shall be forced to leave the Fellowship and return to your people!” Lord Elrond seethed.

Thranduil: Hurray!
Pippin: Don’t waste more time, Elrond, just kick her out!


My eyes widened in shock, I could not go back! If I did without the Ring being destroyed, then I will be marked even more. I was already marked a failure, by my people, which is why they sent me.

Faramir: I knew those council members had something against her!

I noticed Gandalf seemed staring at me, his eyes still harsh and cold, but they were searching for something.

Gimli: For an escape route out of this horrible story, perhaps.

They widened after a minute then gazed at me cruelly.

Pippin (firmly): Gandalf. Was. NOT. Cruel.

“Fool of a dragon why are you amplifying draconic fear?!” Gandalf continued to yell. My pupils were both in slits as he said those words; they were not supposed to find out. Lord Elrond turned to him and asked.
“What do you mean she is amplifying draconic fear?”


Thranduil: That’s precisely the question I wanted to put.
Pippin: Nah, the answer will be nonsensical anyway.


“The very presence of a dragon naturally causes all races to cower in fear of them. But she has cast a spell for that fear to appear in her current form and amplified it!

Faramir: Gee, that’s brilliant, after her whining about the distrust of others!

This is partly why everyone is so suspicious and angry at her!” he stormed on. Lord Elrond looked at me with an anger that seemed draconic, I wanted to hide.
“Ornjin how can you do this! If you truly desired your people to be free once again then, release your spell this instant!” he seethed.
I mumbled a few words and the ruby on my pendent glowed, I felt the confidence that the spell gave me disappear.


Gimli: Seriously, if your confidence depends solely on some lousy pendant, you really should get a life!

Now I felt vulnerable and worried that Gandalf would try to attack me with his staff.

Thranduil: Well, he did challenge you earlier, didn’t he?
Pippin: Strike her, Gandalf! Please!


I looked up at him and his body seemed to relax considerably. He then glared at me again but not as hard as before.
“Why did you even cast such a spell did you even think about the ramifications of such a thing! And how did you even know about Gollum?!” he gritted; his anger was not as forceful as before.
“Even though we have rarely strayed from our lairs, we send our servants to gather information for us. We needed to know as much as we could about the coming of Sauron,


Faramir: The coming of Sauron was thus: After the Great Music had ended, many of the most powerful Ainur entered Eä, and their servants with them. Now, Aulë the smith had many Maiar…
Pippin: Oh, please. No lecturing today, all right?


we wanted to make sure that we would not be used again.” I murmured.
“That does not tell us why you choose to cast such a spell” Lord Elrond asked hotly
.

Thranduil: If he is so hot, why don’t you stick on him, instead of Legolas?

I looked at my boots and mumbled something softly not daring to look up.
“What did you say” Lord Elrond demanded.
“I am… afraid”


Gimli: Go cry, angsty kid!
Faramir: Yeah, leave us alone!


I mumbled louder, my hair covering my face in shame. They both looked at me incredulously.
“You…a dragon…afraid?” asked Gandalf.
“Yesss” I hissed


Pippin (as Gollum): Yessss, we isssss very afraid, yes precioussss.

as my pupils began to become slits as I raised my head to meet his gaze. They both stared at me, eyes full of question. I sighed heavily.
“Is it not obvious?


Thranduil (as Elrond): No, it isn’t. I can’t see inside your little head.

This is the first time I have been with ‘mortals’, and dragons have not spoken favorably of anyone, except Lord Elrond.” I explained. Lord Elrond scrutinized me even more, his eyes seemed to pierce my entire being,

Faramir: And inflicted intense pain on her.

I of course met his gaze, never would a dragon back down from a challenge.

Thranduil: It must be tiring to see challenges everywhere.

“Something has traumatized you, and it has caused you to fear” he stated sagely.

Pippin: Wow, what a genius! He’s actually doing science.

“Yes, but it is a private matter, and I realize how foolish and childish I am being.

Gimli: About time!
Thranduil: Yes!
(Claps from other two.)


Past experiences may hinder me, but they should hinder me at a more appropriate time.” I mused.

Faramir (deadpan): She’s surpassing all the Wise with her deep reasoning.

“Dragoness, you had best apologize to Legolas. He does not anger easily yet you had no trouble to bring it out” Replied Gandalf.

Thranduil: Even Nienna would get angered if she ever saw Ornjin.

“Indeed Ornjin. Legolas is a calm and strong ellon, I believe you will enjoy his company once you let go of your fear.” Lord Elrond soothed.

Pippin: The question is, will he enjoy your company, Ornjin?

“I will apologize when I am ready to let go of my fear.

Gimli: Do it now, will you? That’s the lamest excuse I’ve ever heard!

But I do not believe I would like his friendship,

Thranduil: (Breathes deeply, a happy expression on his face.)

he may turn out to be like every other ‘mortal’” I muttered.
“He is not like others, Ornjin.


Pippin: And in what way he is different, then?
Faramir: He’s super extra hawt, in that way. At least in Sphinxy’s mind.


But I expect you to apologize and to not use that spell anymore.” Gandalf stated much calmer than before.

Thranduil: He had finally took his medication.

I merely nodded and left the room.
End Flashback
I continued to sit on my bed, but now instead of staring at the wall I was staring at my sword that was on my lap.

Gimli: And protruded from your belly.
Faramir: Nah, that would be too good to be true.


Once I released my spell I felt vulnerable, I needed my weapon with me for reassurance,

Thranduil (as Ornjin): Because my own mental resources were so limited, I had to have false sense of security.

so I retrieved my sword from its hiding place in a tree. Though I am confident in my magic, I needed a physical object to place a barrier between me and the other ‘mortals’.

Pippin: So much for your magic then.

My sword was simple,

Faramir: Can that be? No shiny ornaments or gems? You must be kidding!

a black hilt with an engraving of a seven-rayed star, the symbol of Tamara

Pippin (singing cheesy tango): Tamara is fair, like a rose of steppes, when wild blood leads her to dance…

the Goddess of Mercy.

(Laughter.)
Gimli: Surely that can’t be a dragon goddess.
Pippin: But it is.
Faramir: Be that as it may, to put such an emblem to a sword shows appallingly bad taste.
Thranduil: Tamara? Sphinxy, ever heard of Nienna, the Vala?


On the blade itself was the engraving of my sword’s name ‘Tsa Ixen’ in draconic runes. I smiled at this, Urivayo gave it to me, I was so touched that he even shape shifted into a human for me to make this sword, but even more so that he carved the symbol of Her Mercy, a Goddess that he does not even believe in, just for me. When he presented it to me, I named this simple, but beautiful creation in honor of him. That was one of the rare instances that he showed his emotions to me, he nuzzled me and licked my shield plate.

Pippin (as Urivayo): Got milk?
Faramir: They are reptiles, Peregrin.
Pippin: Sorry.


I closed my eyes trying to shut those memories from spilling onto my cheeks.

Gimli: Liquid memories?
Thranduil: She has an interesting physio- and neurology.


I had to learn to push aside these memories, precious as they were, I would have to deal with them later.
I stood from the bed and sheathed Tsa Ixen;

Faramir: Didn’t anyone teach you that playing with bared swords is dangerous?

I was ready to confront my nervousness of ‘mortals’, but then I frowned. I was not ready to apologize to a certain Prince of Mirkwood, dragons do not apologize!

Pippin (teeny voice): ‘cause that’s not cool!

But I needed to escape from my self-imposed imprisonment, and then my stomach growled. I had not eaten since that night as well, and since I had not eaten in months before that, I was famished.

Faramir (mock concern): Anorexia isn’t healthy, Ornjin. If you don’t eat, you’ll waste away. (In normal voice) So just go on like that, please.

I made my way towards the kitchens and asked the cooks to make me whatever they wished, a servant lead me to a table and I frowned at who was there.

Gimli: It was Isildr the Evil Twin!
Thranduil: I’ll bet it was Isilur, the other twin.


It was the dwarf Gimli;

Gimli: Seeing her, I instantly got up and hurried away.
Pippin: Not this version of you, just wait.


I wished not to spend time with this earth smelling individual.

Gimli (In rage): What has my smell to do with anything? Just try to mine and forge all your life and let’s see if you smell like flowers!
Faramir: That’s rich from a reeking dragon.


I distrusted dwarves, like any other dragon, they have a natural tendency to slay dragons

Thranduil: That’s the only reason I respect them even a little.
Pippin: Could you tone that racism down a bit, please?


and steal from our hoard.

Gimli: Steal? Steal?! We just take back what’s ours!
Faramir (stares at the sentence): That’s a totally new perspective of the issue.


Gimli looked at me and went back to eating his plate of meats.

Pippin: Yep, because all know dwarves eat only meat.
Gimli: That’s crap.


“Humph I had thought you had ran back to your ‘masters’, lass” he gruffed.

Thranduil (turning to Gimli): I never believed I would say this, but I resent this author’s view of dwarves.
Gimli: Thank you, master Thranduil.


I made sure Tsa Ixen was by my side; my nervousness was going to consume me.

Faramir: After it had done so, it burped loudly.
Pippin: And died of food poisoning.


“Of course not, Master Dwarf, a Servant of Dragons would ever run away from their duty” I stated snootily

Gimli: So characteristic to her.
Thranduil: What happened to the proper conduct?
Pippin: It gave up and fled this fic.


as I sat down and waited for my food.
All was quiet except for Gimli’s atrociously loud eating.

Gimli: Damn it! We dwarves do know table manners!
Pippin: Relax, relax. That throbbing vein in your temple is worrying me.


When the servants came with their arms full of food,

Faramir: Since the Noldor hadn’t yet invented the platters.

my eyes widened in glee as the dishes were set before me. Gimli’s eyes also widened as he saw the amount of food that was given to me.
“Lass, is that all you are having for breakfast?” he asked in awe.
“I do not know, once I eat all of this I shall see if I am still hungry.” I smirked as he looked like he was going to fall over on his chair

Thranduil: And thus was Gimli, son of Gloin slain. By a pesky plate of food and a Mary Sue.

this relaxed me slightly.
I ate my food heartily; there were many meats, vegetables and bread, not noticing that I was dropping my guard.

Pippin: Seeing food has not eyes, how could it have noticed anything?

Then I looked at a strange piece of bread that had a crystal powder like substance, it smelled odd.

Faramir (hopefully): Maybe it was Elrond’s cyanide cooking again.

I tentatively picked it up and bit it, my face once again went blank and I placed back on my plate. Gimli looked at me in confusion.
“Is there something wrong with your pastry lass?” I shook my head and shifted uncomfortably.
“It is not that, it is just not what I expected” I mumbled.
“Then try another” he said annoyingly, his eyes taunting me as if in a challenge

Gimli: I, Gimli son of Gloin, challenge thee! Let us…
Pippin (breaking in): That line is already used.
Gimli: Damn.


making me raise my guard once more. I was going to decline when not that far away from us, I saw Legolas.
I growled silently at him and my gaze slightly hardened, my hand reaching for my sword.

Thranduil: We are overreacting a little, aren’t we?

Our eyes held onto each other’s

Pippin: In a lusty, hot embrace.
Thranduil: Shut up.
Pippin: What? This is a romance, at least Sphinxy said so.


; blue against silver-grey eyes, until he left for the west wing

Faramir: I didn’t know Elrond lived in the White House.

of the house. Gimli noticed my expression and followed my gaze.
“You do not like elves?” he asked.
“I do not know many elves, Master Gimli. But if all elves are like the Mirkwood Prince, then I do not wish to have anything to do with them.”

Thranduil: That’s good, since most of them are pretty much like Legolas.

I muttered still fingering my sword. Gimli smirked.
“Yes, I do not care for elves either. They think that they are so superior and all knowing!”

Gimli (shame-faced): Well, this was before I met Lady Galadriel.

he grunted.

Faramir: Hey, Gimli, in this fic you are a brilliant example of evolution! First you were like a dog, but by now you have evolved into a caveman!Gimli (Bites his lips.)

“Indeed, most elves are so arrogant that they cannot see what is in front of them, because they have their heads up in their backsides” I agreed. Gimli roared in laughter at my comment.

Thranduil (boredly): Haha, you are so funny, Ornjin.

His laughs making me relax slightly.

Pippin: Wow, her nerves must be all but burned by now, with all this stiffening and relaxing.

“Aye lass that is true. Elves think they are so wise and fair that they cannot see how weak and foolish they are!” he grumbled.

Gimli (indignantly): Stop putting disparaging comments in my mouth, Sphinxy! And I can speak normally!

“But I admit that not all of them are terrible, Lord Elrond is very wise and kind” I said defensively. Gimli grumbled.

Gimli: Argh!

“So what did the elf do to get you upset?” he asked, trying to seem uninterested.

Gimli: Maybe because I wasn’t at all interested.
Faramir: Hey, give us a chance to say something, too.


“We had disagreements with each other” I commented vaguely, I did not want everyone to know about what happened, it was not their business and I was still wary.

Thranduil: Remembering your diet, “wiry” would be better word.

“Humph all elves ever do is disagree with others, waste of time they are” he stated.

(Gimli tries to say something, but Faramir covers his mouth with his hand.)
Faramir: We’ll let that pass, shall we?


“I disagree, all races have that capability the only difference is that elves believe themselves to be the most wise and powerful race” I mused.

Thranduil (smugly): We do, because it is true.
Pippin: Oh, don’t start.


“Indeed, dwarves are the most powerful race. We are strong, stubborn, and fight with ferocity!” he replied proudly. I snickered at his comment.
“What is it, what is so amusing Lady Ornjin?” he gruffed.
I was going to comment on how dragons were the superior race of all Middle-Earth

Faramir: With all this war of races going on one would guess you lived in apartheid-time South Africa.

but thought better of it, that comment would be seen in suspicion and I had promised Lord Elrond that I would trust the Fellowship.
“Nothing Master Gimli, merely reminiscing” I stated evasively.
We continued to banter exchanging playful insults

Gimli: This far, I have seen nothing playful in this conversation.

at one another as the sun rose to midday. Gimli stared at me oddly.
“Lady Ornjin are you ill?” he asked almost concerned.
“No, why do you ask?” I replied.
“Is that you are so pale, I was wondering if you were ill” he commented.
I looked at my skin and noticed that my skin was much paler than the others, a little paler than Lady Arwen.

Faramir: Who wants to bet that Sphinxy thinks pale equals beautiful? That’s why Ornjin must be paler than anyone else.
Thranduil: I won’t waste my money, you would win hands down.


The reason my skin was pale is due to the fact that I am still unable to perfect my shape-shifting, so my skin is pale in accordance to my silver scales, which is the same with my fangs and eyes. I thought of a reasonable excuse for my skin tone.
“My Master lives in a cold mountain range were there are many blizzards and dark days, so we hardly ever left the safety of his lair. Many of us share this trait so it is not unusual for us to be this tone” I stated.

Pippin: So you are albinos. Interesting.

I had finished my meal, leaving the ‘pastries’ on the table. I stood up to leave, though I was somewhat glad to know that I could at least speak to Gimli despite his disapproval of me coming,

Gimli: You can speak to a stone wall, too. Getting an answer is a wholly different thing, however.

throughout the whole discussion my hand never left my sword. This pathetic fear of mortals would not be easy to overcome if ever it does.

Faramir: I hope it leads her to run away, never to return.

Though Gimli and I do not trust each other or even necessarily like one another

Gimli: If this story would have actually happened, you would have been exactly right.

at least we could exchange insults with each other jokingly.

Pippin: Not my idea of fun.
Thranduil: Neither mine.


“Well I must depart for now, farewell Master Gimli. I hope to see you if I could ever find you not so close to the ground” I remarked jokingly.

Gimli: Please, no more of dwarf-jokes! I didn’t like them when Éomer cracked one and don’t like them now!

Gimli huffed at me.

Faramir: No great wonder in that.

“Farewell Lady Ornjin of the bottomless stomach” he retorted.

Pippin (grins): How old you were, Gimli? Sphinxy writes of you as if you were ten.
Gimli: If I were you, I wouldn’t say anything, Master Five-Year-Old.


I smirked at him and walked away.
I followed the scent of a leaves in the wind, mentally groaning of my next meeting with the Prince of Mirkwood.

I'm sorry it's shorter and not really as well thought of as the others.

Thranduil: It’s exactly as badly thought of, don’t worry.

I'll make sure that the next chapter is better

Faramir: You had better to do that.

and try not to take so long.
In D&D the very presence of a dragon causes fear in all races.

Pippin: So it does in Middle-Earth, too, so no great difference.

They at least have to be a young adult for it to be present, Ornjin is in between young adult and an adult, but her necklace allows her to amplify it and even show in her human form. It will be revealed much later on why.

Gimli: I’m sick of your love of secrecy, Sphinxy! Just tell us now, damn it!

Please wait for Chapter 8 Apologies of Elves and Dragons

Pippin: No, we won’t! At least I’m going to leave this room just now!

(All exit.)


"Ha! Wonnige Glut! Leuchtender Glanz!
Strahlend nun offen steht mir die Straße.
Im Feuer mich baden!"
- Siegfried, Act Three, Scene Two.
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MSt'er's note: I've put together the author's note by Sphinxy and the following chapter, even though they are separate chapters in ff.net


Note: Yes, I know dragons are evil in Lord of the Rings created by Morgoth,

Thranduil (in utter astonishment): She… knows?
Pippin: Uh oh.


that is still true in this story, but my own twist of dragon history

Faramir: Your own twist? Oh Eru, I really hope this girl will not become a historian. She would put even David Irving to shame.
Gimli: Not to be feared, I think.


will be explained in further detail later in the story.Ornjin is not immune to the Ring, she is just less affected by it compared to other dragons, but she is not tempted by it, it makes her weak and sick

Pippin: Hopefully it kills her soon.

which I have hinted why, but will go into more detail later.

(Sighs.)

Also all dragons (even the metallics, the good ones) in D&D believe they are superior to all other species, think about it if you were a powerful, intelligent, cunning, and magical wouldn’t you think you were better than everyone else?

Thranduil (smugly): Yes, I would and I do. But I don’t have to flaunt about it every second.
Gimli (with an ugly look): Oh, really?


Also I won’t have Ornjin turn into her true form until Two Towers.Please be patient, I will answer almost every blank spaces in future chapters. I also want to take the chance to thank you all for reviewing my story, it means alot to me,

Pippin: She must be a masochist. I, for one, know what I would say if I had the chance to review this. Trust me, I wouldn’t be too gentle!

thank you all again! I will try to update by next week.

All: NOOO!

don’t own Lord of the Rings or any D&D elements
Sorry for taking so long I'm helping my family get ready for Thanksgiving, went to a concert yesterday and had a test.

Chapter 8 Apologies of Elves and Dragons
I followed Legolas’ scent slowly; I did not want to apologize to such a brazen being.

Faramir: So there are two of you, congratulations!
Thranduil (seethes.)


As I walked through the halls I saw the Hobbits outside playing with the human Aragorn.

Pippin: Did we play Canasta or Black Jack? I hope I won!

It was very touching

Gimli: To see Aragorn’s grief when he had lost the shards of Narsil.
Faramir: Teaches him to think that eighteen is a good hand.


but I had to leave quickly, I felt the shadow of the Ring hovering over me,

Pippin (incredulously): So the ring was the size of a skyscraper? I never knew.

making me feel weak and ill.

Thranduil: Waste away! Please!

Just the thought of the Ring made me sick,

Faramir: So what is the point in your going with the Fellowship? Isn’t the Ring a burden heavy enough, so that they must drag a sick dragon with them?

its darkness trying to entice the darkness that is naturally in all life forms.

(All stare in astonishment.)
Faramir: She… actually knows of the Shadow of Melkor? I would have never expected that.
Gimli: Nah, I bet she thinks she made that up herself and is now feeling wise and witty.


It made me think how it would be if we were betrayed by one of our own, if the Ring brought out the shadows in our hearts would we survive?

Gimli: Not only that, you would return to your natural mode of existence.
Thranduil (surprised): I never knew Dwarves could use such speech.
Gimli: You Elves are not the only ones who like big words, Master Thranduil.


I noticed I stopped feeling increasingly ill, the Ring whispering its Black Speech in my ear.

(All glare at Pippin, who has just opened his mouth.)
Pippin: What? I was only yawning, I swear!


It was right then that I decided perhaps apologizing as quickly as I could, however insincere, was the lesser of two evils and slightly less painful.

Thranduil (sighs): How hard can that be? Just go to my son and say to him: “O Prince, I apologize for my insulting words.” Then you two just shake hands and get over it.
Gimli: Do you really want the Sue to touch Legolas? Besides, since dragons don’t hold hands, she probably would …
Thranduil (hastily): All right, let us skip the handshaking part.


Still feeling terribly fatigued I tried to focus on Legolas’ scent. Surprisingly as I focused on his scent,

Pippin: Hmm, Sphinxy must have the “Repetitions” manual beside her while writing.

I could feel my darkness which was growing from the Ring be pushed back from my mind.

Gimli: Since she had little working ants inside her head.
Faramir (as an ant): All right, boys, let’s push the darkness to the rear. Next we should try to bring the common sense up here. Oh, never mind, there’s no room!


As I felt the shadows of the Ring drift away I wallowed shamelessly into the scent of Legolas,

Thranduil: I am not surprised. (Turning his face upwards) Oh Eru, let the summary of this story be only a joke! Save my son!

despite being a pain in my backside he has the most interesting odor.

Pippin (as an advertisement): He used the Mirkwood Special deodorant! Buy your own today and you will be the most interesting man around!

Then I mentally scolded myself, he was an elf, a mortal, he could humiliate me if he saw me so dazed especially about his scent. My face suddenly became warm at the thought I enjoyed his scent, then my face was even warmer for noticing my face was becoming warmer.

Gimli: And so on and on until it burst into flames.
Faramir (sighs): I wish…


So caught up in my head that I did not notice I walked into the very being responsible for my trouble.
Our eyes met yet again; silver moons glared at blue stars,

Pippin: Somehow I am hungry… I want cheese!

neither of us moved or spoke, merely glaring at each other. I became extremely nervous and was glad I had my sword close to me. He seemed to be thinking and his blue stars became slightly dimmed.

Thranduil: Those “stars” are called eyes, Sphinxy. And they are still grey.

“How did you know of Gollum?” he spoke softly.

Gimli (as Ornjin): Because of my super-Sue powers, silly.

I was surprised yet did not let my guard down, he was no fool and I did not like the nervousness he stirred within me. My hand fingered Tsa Ixen almost maniacally

Faramir: Whoever trusted her with a weapon should be hanged.

as I tried to contain my childish fear. Without my draconic fear I was very suspicious and afraid, but I tried to hide it so as to not impair my mind.

Thranduil (snorts): Don’t worry, dearie. Your mind is already beyond healing.

Though I did not wish to speak to him, I thought that if I told him he would start to trust me, then desire some sort of comradorie

Gimli: Huh? Sphinxy switched to Rumanian all of sudden?
Faramir: After Serbo-Croatian and German, it is only logical.


thus I did not have to apologize, I could not lose in this situation. But then I quickly reassessed my idea, I did not want to become close to this elf, in fact I did not wish to become close to anyone,

Pippin (as Ornjin): ‘cause I am so superior. Even though I am a little nervous twit who needs a big sword to give me some imaginary backbone.

I only have to ensure that the Ring is destroyed and that dragons are allowed knowingly in Middle-Earth.

Gimli: It doesn’t take any Gandalf to see the holes in that reasoning.
Faramir: Holes? Seriously, one could drive a wagon through them.


This annoyed me to no end so I just decided to answer.
“My master’s scouts were there to witness the event. The dragons wanted to see if mortals needed assistance” I answered tersely.
“I… wish to apologize… for insulting your master’s race” he said kindly.

Thranduil: What? It was she who was to apologize!

It is my race you disgraced I thought highly annoyed.

Gimli: And how was he supposed to know that?

But I had to remember he was but elf-kind, he is naturally ignorant of us.

Faramir: Sadly, no race is ignorant of them.

“I accept your apology. I wish to apologize as well; the things I said to you were crude and uncalled for. I regret saying them” I replied. No I do not regret it I thought.

Pippin: What a teen rebel!
Gimli: And hypocrite.


Legolas seemed to think I was being sincere and smiled. I have never seen a smile such as his, a much different contrast to Urivayo.

Faramir: Obviously.

Urivayo rarely smiled, when he did it was only when he was destroying human towns, torturing humans, eating humans, or when I did something that truly pleased him (Usually I gave him large rubies from my hoard). While Legolas smiled more frequently and was usually when others were happy, much like my race. This mildly appeased my fear, but I still think he was a pain in the backside for saying such comments about dragons.

Thranduil: How about your comments about elves, men, Dwarves and so on?

I was so caught up in my thoughts yet again when I noticed that Legolas was speaking to me again.
“Would you like to come to the training field with me Lady Ornjin?” he held out his hand towards me, for what I did not know.

Pippin: Hopefully to beat the crap out of you.

I just stared at his hand in confusion,

Gimli (as Ornjin): Uh-huh, what’s that thingy?
Faramir (as Legolas): It is called “a hand”, dumbass.


then looked at him questioningly
“Am I supposed to do something?” I asked lamely. Legolas stared at me highly confused.
“Will you allow me to escort you to the training field?” he tried to clarify.
I knew that by escorting me he would essentially lead me to the training field as Elrohir and Elladan did for me the previous night, but I still did not know what to do with the hand.

Pippin: Oh my Eru! Just take it in your own and off you go. How hard could that be?

The twins did not touch me out of respect when they escorted me, so I had no idea what this elf wanted. I thought he was toying with me which annoyed and frightened me, especially after he accepted my ‘sincere’ apology. Unfortunately I knew if I declined he would once again be upset with me and I’d have to ‘apologize’ again.
“Very well” I said emotionlessly, afraid my voice would have quivered if I said anything filled with emotion.

Thranduil (dryly): She must be at the emotional level of a three-year-old if perfectly normal situations excite her so much.

He gently grabbed my hand, which caused me to stiffen though to me it felt as if he had my hand in a vice grip.

Gimli: Quite a prude, isn’t she?
Pippin (confused): First she licks and nuzzles people, no problem, but when someone holds her hand… It just doesn’t add up.


Legolas paid no attention as he dragged me with him. I was petrified, I could feel my lungs take in ragged breaths as my fear took over particularly since I could not reach for Tsa Ixen, and since I was in human form I had human strength, I was not very powerful. Then Legolas decreased any pressure his hand had on mine, I imagine to try and ease me the opposite occurred I began to get paranoid.

Thranduil (as Ornjin): They are going to get me! They monitor my mind!
Faramir (as a psychiarist): Who monitors?
Thranduil (as Ornjin): They! The aliens, the reds, the government, you name it!


He is trying to lull me into a false sense of security. He is taking me to the training area to execute me;

Gimli: If it just would be so…

he knows I am a dragon! I have to stop him! He will kill me! He wants to kill me!

Pippin: As every sensible person should.

All they do is hate us! Torture us! Maim us!
At this point I my breathing hastened but I felt as if I could not breathe. Legolas stopped, released my hand and looked over my highly concerned.

Faramir: Your highly concerned what?

“Lady Ornjin? Lady Ornjin! Calm down, what ails you?!” his voice was frantic, but I scarcely heard it. I did not even hear the Hobbits coming over to see what the commotion was; they were begging to know what was wrong with me looking so very frightened.

Pippin (as all the hobbits): Tell us she is dying! Please, don’t say she will recover!

Then I saw it, it was looking at me! I could see it before me, it was screeching inside my mind drowning me in pain. It tortured me with distorted visions of memories long past.
Visions

Thranduil: Isn’t that the name of a song?
Gimli (shrugs): Don’t know.


An adult red dragon, nearly black in color, was walking side by side with a young adult silver near the Red Horn Pass. The silver looked so happy while the red looked highly annoyed yet amused.
Next Vision

Faramir (as an announcer): Ladies and gentlemen, Sphinxy proudly presents: The Next Vision! Coming soon to your nearest cinema!

Both were ambushed by legions of orcs.

Pippin: I don’t know much of them, but wouldn’t any Orc in its right mind flee from two dragons?
Gimli: Certainly.


The red dragon burned many with his breath, while the silver dragon paralyzed and froze them was less successful.
Next Vision
They were captured and greatly weakened,

(Laughter.)
Faramir: Yeah, and these are the brood of Glaurung. Captured by measly Orcs!


wearing some sort of collar around our necks. The red dragon was in front of the silver, protecting her.
Next Vision
All is dark, all is quiet, not one sound in the cramped room. She was alone.
Next Vision
A high piercing scream disturbed the silence. Cold, hate-filled, blank eyes stared at the silver dragon. Eyes that were no longer the color of lava, but dark and empty like a hole in the earth.
Zexenuma away! Zexenuma away! Svanoa could wux chiili nomeno! Chiili ti leave ve persvek wer whedab!!

Thranduil: This time I think it’s Swahili.
Gimli: I’ll bet it’s Iroquis.


(Stay away! STAY AWAY! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS!

Pippin (as the Orcs): Easily, miss dragon. You are the next! Mwahahaha!

DO NOT LEAVE ME IN THE DARK!!) I screeched in my mind.
I did not notice that I had fallen to the ground and that Legolas held me. My hands were at my head, my eyes shut tightly and my skin was even paler than before.

Faramir: Hmm, she’s apparently Snow White’s long lost sister.

I shook my head violently as I forced myself to calm down, I warily looked at the Ring which hung from Frodo’s chest,

Pippin (deadpan): Yep, he certainly always kept it visible. That was just what Frodo did.

then at the arms that held me and I quickly stood up.
“Forgive me, but I must speak to Lord Elrond about a pressing matter” I spoke quickly and left just as quickly so none would have a chance to question me.
My eyes were still somewhat closed when I left them, but when I came upon a mirror on my way to Lord Elrond’s study I saw my eyes were in slits and completely silver.

(Laughter.)
Thranduil: She’s paralysed or something! There’s no other explanation to that she can’t even say if her eyes are open or not.


I continued and barged into his room unannounced knowing only he and Gandalf were in there.
“What is the meaning of this Ornjin?” Lord Elrond demanded. My breathing was barely slowing down.
“Sauron knows that the dragons are helping. He seeks vengeance” I panted. Gandalf looked confused.
“Why would he seek vengeance amongst your kind? True you are with us, but would he not think you are spying for him?” Gandalf asked truly confused.

Faramir (slaps his forehead): Mithrandir, you can’t be that stupid!
Gimli (as Sauron): Let’s see: I didn’t order the dragons to spy for me, nor have they informed me they would, they have sent an emissary to meet one of my worst enemies… Sure, everything’s all right, they are on my side.


“There are many things about us that you do not understand” I said. They both looked at me to explain.
“It is true we joined with Sauron of our own free will, we were promised that we could finally live openly. In exchange we had to do whatever he desired”

Thranduil: There’s no such thing as a free lunch.

I explained as I tried to calm myself.
“But as time went on, we did not know we were being tainted and controlled by the Ring. It made us do acts that we would never agreed to, it enslaved us” I commented sadly.

Faramir (little kid voice): The big boy made me do it! Honestly!

“But how did you know that your kind was being enslaved?” Gandalf asked softly.
I took a deep breath to continue. “They ordered us to kill our own wyrmlings and we did so without hesitation” I muttered sadly.

Thranduil (wiping an imaginary tear away): Sniff, it’s so tragic.
Pippin: That makes perfect sense, killing off potential slaves. This version of Sauron is obviously a moron.
Gimli: In this story, who isn’t?


We were silent for a few moments when Lord Elrond spoke.
“If that is true, then how did you and Urivayo exist? Surely you would have died as well” said Lord Elrond.

Faramir (as Ornjin): We actually did. We are zombies! Ha-ha-ha!
Gimli: That actually would explain much.


“Only the Nine-fold Dragon may answer that, for I do not know. But after the Dragon Massacre only twenty wyrmlings were let alive”
“Twenty?! Surely there are more dragons than that! I know that dragons are extremely fertile and can produce ‘wyrmlings’ well into old age. Youngest or not can not any of you just bear children when you are older?” asked Lord Elrond. I shook my head sadly.
“No in fact the only time we were able to bare wyrmlings

Faramir: Now I get it! Sphinxy seems to actually think that “bare” is the same thing as “bear”.
Gimli: Well, that’s not a great wonder, seeing her so-called punctuation.


was when we went into seclusion after the defeat of Morgoth. In fact it is a miracle that during Sauron’s reign that they were even any nests” I muttered.
“There is something else is there not? You would not have been sent to join the Fellowship if that were not so, even with your oath to Lord Elrond” questioned Gandalf. He looked directly into my eyes somewhat harshly, but no longer as cold as before. I looked away and stared at the sun.

Pippin (as a kindergarten teacher): That’s not good for your eyes, Ornjin. Always wear sunglasses in sunny weather.

“We are dying” One would never have believed that three words could cause two of Middle-Earth’s most powerful and wisest races to look absolutely shocked and bewildered. Many minutes passed before anyone spoke.

Thranduil: Then, suddenly, Elrond took out a bottle of champagne, Mithrandir jumped in joy and a huge party followed.

“H-how is that possible? Dragons are immortal, they cannot die” Gandalf asked quietly, still shocked on how an ‘immortal’ race could die.
I did not respond until I fully regained my breath.
“The Ring not only makes beings subject themselves to its will, but it also weakens the body. For dragons it makes us vulnerable to disease, battles with mortals and age” I managed to choke out.

Pippin (sighs): On the contrary, Sphinxy. The Ring made one live forever, or almost. See Gollum, for instance. Just do your homework, will you?

When I was told of this as a juvenile I was devastated, I did not wish to die like a mortal. But I digress; I was staring at the sun with a wistful expression the sun was so very bright I had not seen it in centuries.

Gimli: And it burned her eyes so badly that she became permanently blind. The end.

“So the numbers of dragons are dwindling? Is that why they sent you to possibly reverse this?” asked Lord Elrond.
“Yes our numbers are diminishing. But we cannot reverse it, we merely wish to finish the Ring and not become slaves once more” I croaked out getting emotional.

Pippin: As if she wasn’t emotional enough before.

“Is it wise for you to be with the Fellowship? If you continue with this it could claim your mind and convert you back. You would become an instrument of Sauron once more and betray our cause in the end” Gandalf stated not unkindly, but more as a reminder.

Gimli: Gandalf, I have an idea. How about killing her as a preventive measure?

“It is dangerous yes, but we did not wish to live in fear and without light. We would prefer to die while being free than live under the order of a lesser, ignorant being”

Faramir: Her amount of arrogance and ignorance is astonishing. Sauron, an ancient Maia, lieutenant of Morgoth, a “lesser being” than some moronic dragon? Sauron, a wise sorcerer and master of black magic, “ignorant”? You must be kidding, Sphinxy!

“So dragons would rather destroy themselves in ensuring their freedom, than defending themselves from what is actually attacking them?” asked Lord Elrond
“If we die, we might as well die doing something worthwhile than being forced into a cage. Dragons are not meant to be caged, we are the very embodiment of freedom” I clarified.

Thranduil: Anarchism doesn’t really work, Ornjin.

“Good or not?” asked Gandalf.
“Good or not” I nodded. But I saw Lord Elrond still scrutinizing me as if trying to read my soul.
“There is more reason for you to be here, something that causes you even more pain than being ‘mortal’. It is a pain you have been feeding for years, elves would have faded from such a pain”

Pippin: And because dragons are so much stronger and better and wiser than elves they don’t fade. Yeah, right.

he tentatively spoke.
I looked at him slightly amused and chuckled sadly.
“Aye an elf would fade. As I said there are many things you do not know” I reflected. Seeing me being strangely, they decided to change the subject.
“Have you apologized to Legolas yet Ornjin?” asked Gandalf. I stiffened at that question especially when I turned to look at him I noticed he was silently laughing.

Gimli (as Gandalf): Hee-hee, she is so stupid!

The old goat is laughing at me!

Thranduil: That description of Mithrandir is getting a bit old.

I looked towards Lord Elrond and he did not look amused. He sighed deeply.
“Were you at least sincere in your apology Ornjin?” he asked tiredly. I shifted uncomfortably, and then as luck would have it I smelled something in the wind.
“I smell that it is time for luncheon”

Pippin (as Elrond): Nice change of subject, young lady, but you didn’t answer. Were you sincere or not?

I replied hastily as I hurried out of his study, finding that I was still hungry.

Faramir: That’s what your diet results in, Ornjin. Ever heard of reasonable eating and slowly losing weight?

“Ornjin you had eaten less than three hours ago. Ornjin were you sincere?” he called out as Gandalf’s laughter was no longer muted and I was following the scent of a new meal.
As I followed the scent of delicious smelling food, I smelled another scent coming towards me. It smelled of smoke and a lingering scent of flowers.
“Good day Lady Ornjin” greeted Aragorn
“Good day Lord Aragorn” I returned carelessly not even the least bit nervous of him as I was concentrating solely on the scent of food.

Gimli: Beware, Ornjin, “they” might have drugged your food.

“I had heard you had a discussion with Legolas last night” he spoke getting to the point, I was not paying attention.
“Yes we argued over differences” I muttered wanting to get to get to the dining area faster. I did not mean to seem rude but, I was extremely hungry.

Thranduil (laughing): Why, she’s worse than a halfling when it comes to her stomach!
Pippin: I must agree, Master Thranduil.


“Have you apologized to him, as I am sure he did to you?” he asked not caring to be discreet.
“Yes” I wanted food so I was walking a little faster, though Aragorn kept up the pace.
“Were you sincere in your apology?” he asked.

Faramir (puzzled): Why is everybody so concerned about it? Listen, Aragorn, just take it as it stands and keep an eye on her.

I knew that Aragorn was a dear friend to Legolas

Thranduil: That he was not, not before the War. As I have said, we in Mirkwood hadn’t even heard of Aragorn.

as well as being the unofficial mate of Lady Arwen,

Pippin: They aren’t dogs or wolves, Sphinxy. Not “mate”, but “betrothed”.

I had to be cautious. All at once my nervousness came back.

Gimli (as the nervousness): Hello, I’m back! So, what’s new?

“Would I lie about being insincere? That is quite a rude and horrible accusation”

Faramir: And yet, ah so true.

I replied Yes, yes I would lie about it I thought to myself.

Thranduil: No need to assure yourself, Ornjin. Or are you not sure?

Aragorn was staring at me searching for anything to prove me false.

Gimli: And found a diary in her pocket. That day’s entry read: “I lied to everybody today. It was fun. Tee-hee!”

His gaze making my hand slowly reach for my sword in anxiety.
“Very well. I have not yet made my judgment of you yet Servant of Dragon, so refrain from causing mistrust” he remarked sternly. That comment honestly caused me to lower my head in shame.

Pippin: About time!

“I will make certain that I do not cause any more mistrust” I promised.
We made our way to the dining area in silence, my hand barely being able to withstand not touching Tsa Ixen.

Thranduil: Seriously, somebody is in need of a quiet, soft cell.

When we entered the entire Fellowship was there as well as Lord Elrond’s wyrmlings. I then looked towards the rauhiss they looked worried, I looked at Frodo and saw he looked sad as well He is quite intelligent for a mortal, he may know that I was hurt by the Ring,

Faramir (snorting): Yea, a halfling can understand what not even an Elven prince is able to. (Seeing Pippin’s glare): No offense, Master Peregrin.

I smiled gently at him and he returned the gesture. Gimli and Boromir nodded in greeting, Lord Elrond’s children were smiling brightly, though Lady Arwen was more likely smiling at the fact Aragorn was here. Finally I looked at Legolas he like the Hobbits gazed at me with concern, all this peacefulness from mortals was making me even more nervous and I almost began panicking as when I was with Legolas until I smelled the food coming closer.

Gimli: I never knew that food is a cure for panic attacks.
Pippin: We ever learn something new, don’t we?


I quickly sat down and waited for the food to come not noticing that I was sitting next to Legolas.
“Lass you’re eating again?! You ate as much as two dragons three hours ago!” Gimli exclaimed. It was actually half as much as a wyrmlng would eat I giggled in my mind.
“Are you feeling better from the incident Lady Ornjin?” he asked softly.
I was going to respond carelessly, except I looked into his eyes. They were an oddity to me, no dragon had blue eyes.

Thranduil: So? No elf has had brown eyes, for instance, but we don’t regard them any special wonder.

This made me realize I never truly looked into anyone’s eyes for too long, not since many years ago.

Faramir: You being such a liar, it is only characteristic.

His eyes reminded me slightly of when Urivayo would ‘ask’ my pardon whenever he upset me, except Urivayo’s eyes were of fire and lava at least they were. Thinking of Legolas as Urivayo, I relaxed considerably and spoke gently to him.
“Yes, I apologize for worrying both you and the Hobbits”
“What happened, did I injure you in some way?” he asked, he seemed almost like me when I was younger, and it was very endearing.
“No,

Gimli (as Legolas): Damn!

merely my ‘punishment’ for not apologizing earlier” I replied jokingly.
We both exchanged smiles

Faramir (as Ornjin): So, if I exchange my smile to yours, I want you to pay me three silver on the top of it.
Pippin (as Legolas): Two and you have a deal!


and continued to eat and make conversation with the others. I was still nervous, but not as much as before especially since I had eaten even more than the rauhiss. When we finished, we continued to speak of other matters throughout the day, I noticed Gandalf and Lord Elrond who later joined us smiling mockingly at me for some reason.

Thranduil: Maybe the reason was your gluttony, or your stupidity, or your mental problems, or…
Gimli: All right, we get the point.


When evening came as I prepared for bed I realized something and hit myself on my forehead.
I cannot believe I apologized to Legolas!

Faramir: Too bad that you did. Just live with it.


Ornjin was confused by Legolas because dragons don't hold hands in case you didn't get it

Pippin: We did, thank you very much.

Rauhiss-Draconic for halfling

Thranduil: Yes, yes, let’s get on with it.

I realized after reading this that where I describe Ornjin's and Legolas' eyes, it sounds like Lucky Charms. 'Silver moons' and 'Blue Stars', what's more Lucky Charms han that?
I have a link to a statue of an adult Urivayo on my profile. Incase you couldn't tell that was Urivayo in the flashes.

Gimli: And we care sooo much about how he looks.

I'm also typing a Gargoyles story, a BrooklynOC, that will be posted at the latest two weeks.
Please review, but remember even if you dislike it don't be rude!

Faramir (mock surprise): What? We rude? Never!

Just because you dislike something it doesn't give anybody the right to be rude.

Pippin: Mere dislike doesn’t, but how about profound hatred?

I'm sorry that I sound rude, but I've been some other peoples reviews and some get such crude reviews and no one deserves that.

Thranduil: Except you and your kind, Suethor.

There is a difference between constructive criticism and being an foolish, insensitive, rude jerk.

Gimli: Oh, a jerk, just like your main character?

Again I apologize for such words. I would like to thank everyone for their support and reviews.
Next Time the journey finally begins!: Chapter 9 Adventures with Dragons

Faramir (yawns): I can hardly wait.
Pippin: Hey, the door is again there! Let’s get out of here!

(All exit.
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"Ha! Wonnige Glut! Leuchtender Glanz!
Strahlend nun offen steht mir die Straße.
Im Feuer mich baden!"
- Siegfried, Act Three, Scene Two.
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