The last princess

The back pack

-your pov-

"Fare fare, nin light," I urged my horse farther away from the black pack of wolves. I could feel the power of Lord Elrond flowing through my veins as I barged thru the gate. I dismounted my horse and was met by none other than lord Elrond himself.

"ah, an elven maiden. Of what reason are you here for, fair one," he says as my horse walks to the stables.
"I am here for nothing more than to seek aid, my Lord," I said as I moved my hood down. Elrond is stunned by my beauty.

I smile as I watch his expression. But soon, we're interrupted by a man in a long gray cloak and a pointy hat.
"May I have your attention, my Lord Elrond?" He asks. Soon his eyes are on me. They're warm and hold many years of experience and wisdom but enough for a wizard.

"I will let you, but it is important that this fair maiden can not join?" I hear lord Elrond ask the gray man. The gray man thinks for a while but says.
"I can not see why not; she can join." I smile and follow them thru the halls.

Soon we're a bit of a couple in a beautiful garden. I smile as birds and insects buzz around me.

"Here, elven maiden, come." A young deer say. I move my eyes and gently smile at her. I follow her, and soon I see what she'd led me to. In the soft grass, a little fay lie.

"It is beautiful, mín Mellon. What's its name?" I say as you bend down next to it. The female deer smiles and says.
"I haven't found one yet. May I know your name?" I nod.
"It's Silevegila the white. I am an elleth from the lost land of gray heavens." The female deer was about to say something but got interrupted by a voice calling for my name.

"I must go, Nín Mellon," I said and made my way to the voice owner calling me.
"Ah, there you are. Say me, for I do not know your name, fair one." Lord Elrond says as I sit beside him and Gandalf.
"It's Silevegila, my Lord," I said. My eyes traveled to the silver-golden ring that was curling around my finger.

Of course, this does not go unnoticed by the eleven lords, but he does not speak of it. Gandalf is the first to break the silence that has sided over the three beings.

" So, lady Silevegila. I have a quest I want you to join. I may not know your affairs in middle-earth, but you seem like a good fellow." I cut him off, not rude but still off.
"I know what quest you ask me for. I will join." Gandalf's mouth opens slightly in awe but closes soon.

'i wanted to help that halfing the first time he set out his door. But I have not seen any point for me in interfering. But now that you ask if it, I will join as fast as my horse is strong again." I finish, smiling softly towards the wizard.

Lord Elrond suddenly takes my hand in his, and I move my eyes to him, seeing concern and fear burning in them.
"I will do my best to make sure the ring is in good keeping, my elven lord," I assure him and stand up.

I make my way to the stables as I'm met with lindir.
"Má was given, nín Mellon," I say as I open Sírdal's door.
"Ello ma steed. Will you take us to Erebor?" I say as I press my forehead to hers. She neighs softly.

Soon we're outside the stables, and Gandalf rides up to us.
"You're ready?" He asks. A smile plays across his lips as he sees my beautiful mare. I nod and urge her forward.

Sírdal:

-time skip-

Soon I arrive at Erebor. I could see a battle breaking out. I jumped down from Sírdal and sent her off. Soon I started behandling orcs and setting some on fire.

"Lán!" I hiss. Soon my dragon nature takes over, and I begin to shift. My nails grow long and sharp talons. White scales cover my body—wings from my arms. Spikes grow on my back. A long-tail curl down.

I roar and spread my wings.

My dragon form:

-author pov-
Soon half of the battlefield is on fire. Mostly orcs are burning softly in the bloody skies. A snow-white dragon stands in front of the gates of Erebor. Her big head lowered, and her voice echoed over. The elves are staring at this mystical creature in awe and fear. Soon the elven king, Thranduil, makes his way toward her.

But the dragon whips around before he can touch her white scales. She stares at him with icy blue eyes, much like his own.
"What do you want, nín Ellon?" She asks. Her tone is cold and tired. Thranduil can't make a word, and the giant white dragon just laughs, seeing the elven king at a loss for words.

But soon, her laughter dies down as she lowers her head, so she's on their level.
"Pride got you tongue, eh?" She laughs as she shifts. Now instead of a white dragon is standing as a beautiful elven maiden. Her blonde hair is laying around her shoulders and a cricket prices the whole thing.

She wears a gown of dragon scales, and on her shoulders are embedded wings.
"Will you join me in my kingdom?" The king finally gets out his words. The elven maiden looks at Erebor's gate where her new friends stand, smiling. She walks up to The gray wizard that she learned name was Gandalf.

-your POV-

"You may go, Silevegila. I shall inform Lord Elrond that you found a new friend, or must I say two?" Gandalf says as I see a slight smirk play across his lips. I turn around to see a young elven prince standing beside Thranduil. His son.

I smile at them and turn back to Gandalf.
"Thank you. I hope our paths will cross again, my dear Mellon. Until our next meet." I say and lay a hand over my heart. Gandalf does the same.

-time skip-

Soon enough, we are in Mirkwood. As soon as I step off Sírdal, the forest turns back to its former glory. Leaves became green, and everything that was gray bows went it's natural color. The spiders run around or some burn down.

"Ada, the forest is returning. I think this elleth has some magical abilities." The elven prince says as she looks at Silevegila. His father nodded.
"You're coming, my lords?" I ask as I turn to them. They both nod.

That's how my time I'm Mirkwood starts. Of course, soon I will have to set out again to help another hobbit, but that's a story another time.

A/n; that's all for this one, I will continue on the next chapter and there I will start on The follow ship of the Ring.
Until then~
-Saph