Silveria joins the battle for the lonely mountain and shows that not all dragons are evil and that even tho a dark lord creates them, it doesn't mean they'll serve him. She reunites with some she never thought would be friends and flys to the silver...
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A colossal tower appears, rearing up against the night sky. Rivers of fire from a neighboring volcano pour around its foundations as an army scurries to build it even higher. A tortured scream breaks the air. "Shire! Baggins!" It's Gollum's. Massive gates at a different tower open slowly outward. On horseback, nine cloaked figures ride out.
Day has come. In the distance, a smoking volcano spews out ash and fire into a dark sky. Gandalf, on a white horse, comes to a halt on a hill and watches. Closer to Gandalf's position is a white-towered city, set against a mountain range. Gandalf heads towards it. With the help of a librarian, Gandalf goes deep into the city and finds himself in a dark room, covered from floor to ceiling in books and ancient scrolls. He shuffles through them. Eventually, he sits down with a glass of wine and begins to read by the flickering candlelight. "'The Year thirty-four of the Second Age. Here follows the account of Isildur, High King of Gondor and the finding of the Ring of Power.'" He reads.
Isildur, lying on the ground, stares at the Ring on Sauron's severed finger. He reaches out to grab it, crushing the burnt finger to char. "'It has come to me, the One Ring. It shall be an heirloom of my kingdom. All those who follow in my bloodline shall be bound to its fate, for I will risk no hurt to the Ring. It is precious to me, though I buy it with great pain.'" The Ring in Isildur's fingers seems to shrink. "'The markings upon the band begin to fade. The writing, which at first was as clear as red flame, has all but disappeared. A secret now that only fire can tell.'"
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Back in the Shire, a Hobbit is chopping wood in front of his home at nightfall. His dog alerted to a stranger's presence, barks incessantly, then backs off, whimpering, and retreats into the house. A colossal shadow crosses the house as the stranger draws nearer. A horse neighs and stamps the ground. Its hoofs are nailed, its hair matted and bloody. Its eyes are blood-red. The black rider turns to look at the Hobbit. No eyes are visible inside its cowl. "Shire. Baggins." It hisses.
The scared Hobbit denied and said, "Baggins. There are no Bagginses 'round here! They're up in Hobbiton, that way!" He then points the way of Bag End. The Black Rider gallops off. Inside the Green Dragon, Hobbits are engaged in drinking and singing. Tankards in hand on the table-top, Merry and Pippin are dancing. Silveria sits and watches; her fiery blue eyes glint in the dense light. She holds No drink in her hands. She has felt them. But she doesn't want to ruin the young Hobbit's fun, so she stays quiet.
Pippin and Merry are singing, "Hey ho, to the bottle I go! To heal my heart and drown my woe. Rain may fall, and wind may blow. But there still be - many miles to go! Sweet is the sound of the pouring rain and the stream that falls from hill to plain. Better than rain or rippling brook —" pippin finish with a solo. "is a mug of beer inside this Took!" At a nearby table, some Hobbits are engaged in serious discussion. Silveria's ears picked their words up, and her face fell.
"There's been some strange folk crossing the Shire. Dwarves and others of a less than savory nature." The first Hobbit says. "War is brewing. The mountains are fair teeming with goblins." The Gaffer says. He continues to expound on his theme of doom to the others. Sam, opposite, takes a pull of his pipe and looks at Rosie behind the bar. She gives him a huge smile. "Far-off tales and children's stories, that's all that is. You're beginning to sound like that old Bilbo Baggins. Cracked, he was." The second Hobbit says with a small smile.
"Young Mister Frodo, here, he's cracking!" Old Gaffer says and laughs. "And proud of it! Cheers, Gaffer!" Frodo exclaims. He looks up when He feels Silveria heat beside him. "And who's this pretty lady, en elleth?" He says, and you give him a curt nod. "I'm Silveria, Mr. Gaffer," you say. Frodo gives you a small smile and the conversation from before. "Well, it's none of our concern what goes on beyond our borders. Keep your nose out of trouble, and no trouble come to you." The second Hobbit says. Frodo merely smiles and raises his tankard.
Frodo and Sam are preparing to leave along with you. Rosie stands at the door, wiping a tankard. "Goodnight, lads, laddie" "Goodnight," Sam says. You nod a farewell. You 3 continue on your way. Behind them, an intoxicated Hobbit gives Rosie an exaggerated bow. "Goodnight, sweet maiden of the Golden Ale!" He runted, and Silveria noticed Sam sending a jealous glare over his shoulder. she let a chukle flow from her lips and said gently, "Don't worry, Sam. Rosie knows an idiot when she sees one." Sam pauses as you two walk-in front of him.
You smile at his words. "Does she?" Frodo and Sam stagger to Bag End while you walk casually. You 3 part ways. "Goodnight, Sam," Frodo says. "Goodnight, Mister Frodo, miss Silveria," Sam answers as he disappears from your view. She comes up the steps and opens his front door. Inside, Bag End is unlit, but papers and curtains are flapping in the breeze, indicating open windows. Frodo enters cautiously. You enter after him, your fiery blue eyes lighting up. There seems to be no sign of life, but a hand descends on his shoulder from behind. Frodo jumps, gasps and turns. It is Gandalf. He looks wild and messy.
You gasp at the sight of the wizard but ask no questions. "Is it secret?! Is it safe?!" He exclaims. Frodo opens a chest in the hallway and rummages through it, tossing out scrolls and other items in the process. Finally, he finds the sealed envelope he left there. "Ah!" He exclaims and hands Gandalf the envelope. Gandalf snatches it and throws it on the fire. "What are you doing?!" Frodo exclaims, and you place a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay; he knows what he's doing." The envelope is rapidly consumed by the flames, revealing the Ring inside. Gandalf gets a pair of tongs and picks up the Ring as Frodo and your watch.
"Hold out your hand, Frodo; it's quite cool," Gandalf says and hands the Ring to Frodo. You let out a snarl. It seems to weigh the Hobbit's hand down. Gandalf stands up and turns away from the fire. "What can you see? Can you see anything?" Gandalf aks, and you glance over to the Ring. Frodo turning the Ring over and over between his fingers says fingers"Nothing. There's nothing..." Gandalf sighs in relief, and then his eyes narrow as Frodo corrects himself. Yours do too. "Wait. There are markings." You see Faint glowing runes start to appear on the band. A voice whispers as if the Ring is speaking to you.
You bow your head in pain, and both Frodo and Gandalf look at you worried. "You okay?" Frodo asks. You nodded. Frodo turns back to the Ring, and The runes are reflected on Frodo's face as he tries to puzzle them out. "It's some form of Elvish. I can't read it." He says. "There are few who can. The language is that of Mordor, which I will not utter here." Gandalf says, and your face gets grim. "Mordor?" Frodo says and looks at Gandalf, puzzled.
"In the common tongue, it says, 'One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them. One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them.'"
