The Firedrake's Lost Heir

Chapter 10

In Rivendell Elrond and Haldir both helped an injured Brooklyn into their kingdom. He was already looking pale from blood loss and wouldn't live if he didn't get the proper elven treatment.

Other elves had seen them carrying in this stranger, wondering what he was, until eventually the two reached where Galadriel was standing in a meeting room, awaiting the arrival of Gandalf, Saruman, and Radagast. She had turned to the sound of her friend's grunting noises and was surprised at who was with them.

"My Lord Elrond, who may this be?" The lady elf exclaimed in shock but she saw the horns on the new visitor's head; clearly part dragon. But Galadriel knew she was going to have many questions for this young one.

Elrond shouldered Brooklyn up a bit when he slipped. "He was hurt by orcs, and losing blood fast." He explained. Haldir nodded. "He will die without the use of our herbs." Galadriel brushed the hair out of Brooklyn's face. He had moaned and struggled to open his eyes from the touch; seeing an angelic figure before him. She had a beautiful but pitied smile.

"Sleep, little one. You're safe..." She whispered gently, stroking his cheek. Those words lulled Brooklyn back to sleep, his eyes drifting shut. Galadriel then instructed her friends to bring Brooklyn to the medical chamber where they laid him on a comfortable bed, propping his head on many pillows.

They got all the herbs they needed and Galadriel got to work on rubbing the mixture into Brooklyn's side since she was an expert on healing. The elven lady began to hum and murmur a mystical healing chant, hoping their guest was having peaceful dreams.

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Brooklyn was finding himself in a daze of dreams; one where he was in the middle of a battlefield, and another where his father was there. But then the red male jumped as suddenly a giant eye looking thing showed in front of him, growling evilly.

He panted heavily, backing up in fear as the eye bore into his soul, the dark voice speaking in his head. Brooklyn knew what that eye was from reading about it in the books. Sauron.

"I see you..." It hissed in a scary voice. Brooklyn crouched down, clenching his belly that was feeling horrible, wanting to hide. "Get away!" Brook screamed.

"Son of Smaug... soon I'll have you in my grasp..." Snarled Sauron threateningly. Brooklyn turned to run, tears in his eyes from that threat. And that Sauron knew who his father was too. But then overwhelming pain took over his body, making Brook buckle, whimpering and crying, the eye getting closer and closer too much for comfort, his body tensing up, mocking laughter ringing inside...

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While healing him Galadriel suddenly saw Brooklyn jerk up, shivering violently and suddenly screaming. "Get away! Ah!" He sobbed, in a smooth but sad male's voice. Galadriel took a cloth of water with mind softening medicine, rubbing it on his forehead since he was in a nightmare. Brooklyn cried for mercy from an unknown force, waving his hand everywhere. She began to speak soft words to settle him.

"Calm your mind... no one will harm you... you're still safe..." She said in a small mantra. Brooklyn kept up his jerking and twitching but did his best from the medicine she rubbed on his head and her kind words. Slowly Sauron's eye faded from his vision and was replaced with fields of flowers and pretty forests, feeling his heartbeat beginning to slow, sitting down on the grass, and beginning to fall asleep too.

Eventually Galadriel saw the young creature finally calm down, lying there as though he never had a nightmare at all. She knew then she had to leave him to rest.

She approached Elrond who had watched from a distance. "Where did he come from my Lord?" Elrond shook his head in confusion. "I have no idea myself. But he also traveled with a warg pup." As if on que the pup suddenly came up, woofing in curiosity at his surroundings of Rivendell. Galadriel couldn't help but smile at it, going to pet Fangspirit. At first Fangspirit hesitated but then gave into her caresses.

"If this pup is no threat then neither is our guest. He can stay as long as he needs to," Galadriel stated softly. Elrond at first didn't buy this but eventually nodded. "As you wish, milady," He said with a small bow, walking away to do business.

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Eventually, three days later, chirping birds and waterfalls woke the healing Brooklyn. He blearily opened his eyes though he didn't want to. But he knew he had to. Yawning weakly, his vision adjusted to see himself lying on another bed like at Beorn's house but much fancier. The covers were so soft too. Brook propped up his body ignoring his stinging wounds the best he could but they surprisingly weren't super sore, seeing under the blankets a bandage around his middle.

He rubbed his belly with the bandage gingerly, recalling another orc arrow striking him yet again until the door to his room opened. Brook tensed up, shaking, and once again saw that angelic figure from before. Was he still hallucinating? But she deemed more real than before, holding a glass of an herbal drink, a gentle soft smile on her.

Brooklyn gulped from his nerves as she approached. Was he really in Rivendell? He was handed the cup of the drink. "Here, this will help you," She offered. Licking his lips Brooklyn went to drink nervously. The drink tasted sweet and could feel it strengthen him. His ears flattened slightly but Brooklyn gave the elven lady a tiny smile. "Thank- thank you." Galadriel put her soft hand on his.

"Don't be shy friend. You're welcome in Rivendell. I'm sure your journey had been most tiresome." Brook nodded, tears simmering in his eyes. "And, a little lonely," He admitted. "No other traveling companions other than Fangspirit," He added in in a shaky tone.

But then Galadriel smiled more. "Soon you will have companions who will arrive, Brooklyn; son of Smaug," She then said. His ears perked. How did she know? "H-how did ya know?" Brook questioned in shyness. Galadriel stood up. "I have a mirror here, that allows me to see what is past, or in the present or future. Should you wish to gaze into it, I will let you do so. But for now gain your strength." The lady elf advised.

Brooklyn felt himself bow his head. She reminded him of Queen Titania. "Thank... you again, your highness," He mumbled. Galadriel gave a soft laugh. "Just Galadriel from you, Brooklyn. I shall soon see you again. And here is your friend," she said as she opened the door and revealed Fangspirit who woofed in happiness and jumped onto the bed, cuddling next to Brooklyn who petted him with a smile.

She then left him alone. Brooklyn curled up in his bed, happy to be in a place of sanctuary where he seemed to be welcomed in, sipping his drink and laying his head on his pillow in some peace, a little smile on his beak. He had made it to Rivendell.

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Brooklyn looks into the mirror, asks about the King's Sword and eventually meets Gandalf with the Company.