The Firedrake's Lost Heir

Chapter 7

The week flew by fast for Brooklyn who had been bed ridden for a time until soon he was woken by Beorn.

"The poison in your system seems to have died down," he revealed. Brooklyn nodded; he didn't feel much pain anymore in his body, sitting up.

"But, where do I go from here? I really don't feel ready to confront my father even though I'm searching for him," he stated in worry, holding his covered legs in his bed. Beorn at first didn't reply then suddenly thought of a place for him to travel to first.

"You should visit the other clan of elves beyond the Goblin King's realm called Rivendell. The lady of the elves Galadriel could help you learn of your father," he replied. Brooklyn's eyes rounded slightly from it but felt nervous. "A-are you sure? Just unsure if they'll not welcome me looking the way I am. And they probably despise my father."

Beorn nodded in understanding. "I can see your fears. But in order to face your father you need to know of him both good and bad. I shall give you supplies and a map to Rivendell to help you on your journey. And something else I discovered too."

After that was nothing but preperation for Brooklyn's long quest to Rivendell then to the Lonley Mountain. He was scared but willing to do anything to feel how Angela felt at having a biological father. Beorn filled an old bag with food, medicine and water, and his own map of Middle Earth. Brooklyn accepted them with gratitude. But then Beorn brought something else out; a strange sword weapon that looked elvish.

"This sword had belonged to a powerful Elf whose name no one knows. It glows blue whenever Orcs or Goblins are nearby. I entrust this blade to you since you've respected my hospitality. May it protect you until you no longer have need for it." Brook was stunned but happy for the gift, holding the blade. "Nobody... ever really gave me something like this. Thank you, Beorn. I hope we meet again." The skin changer gave a rare smile. "As do I, Son of Smaug," he said, when they were outside of the house.

Brooklyn gazed out at his direction and hoped he could reach Rivendell in one piece. He gulped slightly and Beorn saw his fear. "Remember your dragon side; it will help you bring out more of your courage," he said, a hand on the gargoyle's shoulder. Brook nodded, shouldering his bag. "Goodbye," he said softly, looking back once more at his second friend in Middle Earth before finding a tree to take off from, soaring into the afternoon air.

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As the day went on by Brooklyn glided across the terrain towards the mountains in the distance. At first it was just flat fields and trees like when he ran into those Orcs. Thankfully none were about as the young crossbreed kept his pace. He wanted to go straight to the Mountain but in Brooklyn's gut told him that wasn't the best decision for himself.

But in his head memories of his clan arose. Brook frowned when recalling playing with his two brothers. Sure they lied about his heritage but they were also family. Tears came to his eyes, hoping to see them again soon.

Eventually Brooklyn now started flying over a canyon with towering mountains. For some reason here Brook could feel familiarity with this place even though he was still an egg here. Shaking his head he spotted a tall rock tower below, gliding down to rest his wings. He landed, breathing heavily in exhaustion, sitting down and pulling out a piece of bread, lembas. Beorn told him about it while packing his bag this bread would sustain him for a long time.

Sniffing it Brooklyn took a bite out of the bread. His belly filled up nearly instantly and the bread wasn't too bad either. He grinned; downing the rest of it but saved the others for his next stop, drinking water too.

After his meal Brooklyn stood on his feet. Taking the map out he directed himself towards the Misty Mountains, first wanting to explore near the bottom of the mountain and find any friendly faces or other food around.