The Firedrake's Lost Heir

Chapter 19

Kind of short but hope it is still good. Plan to do longer chapters if I can.

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Things were finally now at peace between the dragons and the dwarfs, who have been allowed back to live in the mountain.

It was a rather merry celebration for the most part but deep down Brooklyn felt like things weren't quite over yet, feeling Sauron's voice echo in his head again.

Father and son after the celebration had gone out to hunt together to take some load off from earlier. Smaug looked to his son. "I hope you're really feeling up for hunting after being hurt," He said gently.

Brooklyn grinned back, his wings flapping in the air. "You know I am. But I'm praying we don't encounter any bad ones like orcs out here."

Smaug let loose a rumbling laugh. "We're dragons son. We can handle orcs." The two landed in a forest that Smaug picked for good hunting, as the dwarfs would also need to restock their food supplies.

Brooklyn took his father's word for it about the orcs while he casted his eyes around for food, his father having gone off in another direction as well, but his ears pricked this way and that for even the slightest sound of a bad one nearby.

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Meanwhile, Sauron had ordered Azog to go out and seize the small dragon son of Smaug to use as a tool to begin his war on the Lonely Mountain. Azog didn't object since he wished badly to ensure revenge on that monster.

The orcs rode out on the wargs towards the mountain, having the wargs sniff down the dragon scent.

"Find the demon! Find it!" Snarled Bolg, holding his weapon, eager to get the war against the dwarfs started.

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Brooklyn felt the wind blow in his face which made his scent go down wind while he was tracking. But he was unaware that a gang of orcs were in the forest with them, wondering if his father had caught anything yet.

"I bet I can get some food before he does," Brooklyn laughed to himself, deciding it could be a good way to challenge his father, only until he wound up smelling something sour and smelly.

It made him gag a bit but felt like he was in danger. Brooklyn's eyes slitted, causing him to hiss silently, flying up into a tree, grateful they were pretty big.

When looking around; Brooklyn soon eyed the orcs from afar, making his eyes round slightly at seeing them again, including the one that poisoned him before, Bolg.

Bolg growled himself, eyes drifting about the forest, knowing that freak was in here someplace. He wasn't leaving empty handed.

Brooklyn suddenly felt the branch he was sitting on creak, before soon breaking with a loud snap, startling the orcs, having him shout out and fall down, forgetting to open his wings. Since he was slightly smaller than his father he could sit on some tree branches.

Bolg turned about, startled at what was happening until he eyed what appeared to be... him. An evil sneer appeared on his features, drawing his weapon. Brooklyn glanced at the orcs in fear but anger too.

"W-What are you doing? Get out of here!" Shouted Brook, shooting flames but the orcs dodged it, despite one winding up being lit up in a flaming death.

Bolg pointed his sword, a toothy grin on him. "Take the freak," He said in blackspeech.

It caused the former gargoyle to stagger back, screeching out a call for help from his father but it was too late when one warg from behind grabbed a hold of his tail, making Brooklyn scream.

Several other orcs brought out a large fireproof steel net to grab him in, tossing the net onto Brooklyn who cried out in distress, struggling but the net was hard to break open.

He then saw Bolg stand up in front of him. Brooklyn growled, trying to shoot fire but it hardly made a dent in his net. Bolg grinned sadistically.

"The Master wishes to see you now, freak son of Smaug. You will come with us." He ordered one of the orcs to shoot a dart at Brooklyn who winced in pain as it pierced his not as thick as his father's skin.

His vision began to go fuzzy, staggering for a few moments. "No... don't... won't go..." Brooklyn moaned before soon he fell unconscious, eyes shut.

The orcs cheered their victory, having the wargs who didn't have riders drag Brooklyn away to his fate.

Smaug was flying, trying to find where some prey was and wondered how his son was doing on his hunt. But while smelling the air, a familiar evil scent hit his nose. The scent of orcs. His eyes narrowed, making him snarl. If they harmed his fledgling...!

The giant dragon followed their scent until he came across what looked like a scuffle took place here. He could smell orcs as well as his son in the area. But Smaug couldn't see him anywhere.

His heart felt angered and scared for Brooklyn, wondering what those orcs wanted to do with him, flying straight into the air again, giving out a huge roar of outrage that echoed into the night.

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Back at the dreaded Dol Guldur, the band of orcs were able to haul the young dragon into their lair where they placed him into a cage large enough to hold Brooklyn.

Bolg grinned in a sadistic manner, eyeing his sleeping prisoner who would at some point wake up. Soon he would meet his master, Sauron.

"You may be in dreamland now, little dragon. But soon you'll waken in a nightmare..." Bolg threatened, a hand on Brooklyn's scales, rubbing it slightly, the other orcs laughing devilishly, glad their plans were going into motion that will soon have them go to war.

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Sorry about the long hiatus but at least a new chapter is now out!