The Firedrake's Lost Heir

Chapter 21

A darkness rose up into the sky, as the orcs began to march on their way to the dwarves' homestead, eager to take the dragon Smaug for their side.

Inside the keep the dwarfs and Smaug sat in the hall of the Kings to discuss what must be done since it was nearly a day now before the orcs invaded. But for Smaug, he didn't care for waiting as he growled out what he had to say about it all.

Balin raised his hands. "Like we said before Smaug, you can't charge off to Dol Guldur! He will be waiting for you there!"

Smaug swished his tail in his rage. "I don't care anymore! That no good devil is holding my son and no matter what it takes I'm getting him out, with or without your help!"

Thorin glared. "Will you keep your head on your body you overgrown lizard? I know it is bad that Brooklyn is gone but—."

It caused the red Wyvern to roar but ensured he didn't blow fire onto them, his eyes ablaze. "I'm going. None of you can stop me!" Smaug shouted, and before the others could grab Smaug with nets or anything, the great dragon flew out of the entrance to the Dwarf's home, flying to where he knew Dol Guldur was. He did his best to listen to what the dwarves had in mind for a rescue but all that they were was to wait for those evil orcs to come here and to do a stupid talking to to the pale orc. He wouldn't have it!

I am coming now son! Just hold on, hold on for me... please! Smaug thought, his ears flat on his head while flying as fast as he could.

...

Back at Dol Guldur Brooklyn was still lying in his small swinging cage, his stomach having rumbled for the fifth time while hearing those orcs preparing themselves for war. The smell in the air was rather foul for Brooklyn too but he wished someone would give him food.

At one point one orc did drop by with something in his hands. "Here, eat you devilish dragon, if you can grab it!" Sneered the orc, tossing it in his direction. The meat hit the cage, falling down to the ground where it was just arms length from Brooklyn's reach.

Brook licked his lips, though the meat's smell was pungent he was ready for anything, struggling to reach for it while looking up at the orc. "What... what about water?" He asked shakily. The orc just laughed jeeringly.

"There's no water here! If you want water you'll get what we usually drink!" He taunted when coming up to the cage, opening up a canteen and spilling some strange smelly brown liquid onto Brooklyn who yelped out in protest, shaking his head to get rid of it. "Agh! Stop!" Some of the liquid went into his mouth which had a terrible flavor, spitting it out again.

After that the orc slapped Brooklyn roughly making his cage swing, Brooklyn trying to wipe his face from that awful brown stuff, still spitting. As soon as his cage eventually stopped swinging roughly, Brooklyn curled himself into an upward fetal position, wrapping his wings, his heart beating rather violently, wishing some kind of miracle could get him out of this horrible place.

That was when a voice echoed in his head which made him jump. It sounded oddly familiar. "Young dragon... is... that you?" The elder male voice asked from one of the nearby cages. Turning his head, pushing his now wet and mucky brown hair out of his face, Brooklyn strained his night vision until he saw someone. His eyes widened, for it was Gandalf!

Brooklyn nodded. "Yeah... it's... me. Is that really you Gandalf? What are you even doing here?"

He heard the old wizard let out a coughing laugh. "Same position as you I suppose. Wasn't kidnapped but led here. I faced Sauron just like you but wound up losing Thorin's father in the process after finding him alive. How we will get out, I don't even know myself little one."