The Firedrake's Lost Heir

Chapter 25

After that rather suspenseful fight, it was a long road to healing for Brooklyn as he laid there in the treasure room with his father who was curled up around him, not even wanting Gandalf in there to heal Brooklyn's burns and bruises.

Since he was a younger dragon his scales weren't as tough as Smaug's, lying there on the coins, whimpering quietly, Smaug licking him gently while the others watched from the entrance. Brooklyn was still rather unconscious, that Balrog really having knocked him through a loop.

Thankfully Azog and his army had not returned since Smaug threatened them to leave and never come back, and Gandalf highly doubted that the pale orc would keep up his promise but they were taking this moment of peace.

Even on one day Legolas had arrived with Tauriel when receiving news about Brooklyn being severely injured and wished he had been there to help, going in and seeing to his awe the sight of the once feared Smaug being fatherly around Brooklyn, now in his real form.

Smaug turned over at the sight of the elves, and growled lightly, curling around his drakeling and thinking the elves were still a part of the horrible Mirkwood tribe. Legolas though held up his hand showing he had no bow in his hands. "I won't hurt him, I had been the one who saved Brooklyn when he was trapped in the spider's webs."

It made the large dragon growl lowly more, then eventually nodded, allowing Legolas to come on down to see Brooklyn who was still lying there, rather weak from his wounds. But his eyes weakly fluttered open, seeing someone familiar. Legolas gave a smile to his old friend. "Hi Brooklyn. I know it has been way too long since we last spoke. But I'm glad to see you have found your family. Please be well. Me and Tauriel are going to be hanging around here for a while now that the orcs are gone."

Legolas eventually petted Brooklyn gently on his shoulder before leaving him to rest, wanting to go and patrol, seeing Smaug curling himself around Brooklyn once more. Smaug nuzzled his son, wishing he would heal faster until a day later, Bilbo had come in, having enough of Smaug avoiding help from the others to heal Brooklyn.

Fangspirit was with him too, whining and cuddling by Brooklyn's side while Bilbo bravely stepped up to Smaug, Smaug's steely eye turning in his direction. "Get out of here, barrel rider. I said I don't want help and that was final!" He snarled, swishing his tail. Bilbo clenched his fists. "This has gone on long enough. Brooklyn is sick, and needs magic or at least elvish medicine. He won't be lasting long with those Balrog wounds!"

The halfling's words rang inside Smaug's head, making the large dragon turn away from Bilbo, looking over at his son once again who was wheezing, his wounds not having gotten better at all. Soon, after some long thought, Smaug gave a low nod, giving into the Hobbit's demands.

Bilbo smiled, happy that Brooklyn was finally going to get the help he needed, running back up out of the room to let Gandalf know and bring him down, Gandalf hurrying, a light limp on him from when he and Brooklyn were both rescued by Smaug, gripping his staff.

Back in the treasure room Gandalf walked carefully over to the small dragon family, seeing the former gargoyle there on the coins, wheezing looking pretty worse for wear. Gandalf gently went closer, avoiding Smaug's angry and protective glance, putting his hand on the young dragon's scales. They were hotter than normal, probably from the Balrog's horrible power. "These wounds feel pretty internal. But I believe I know the right healing spell for it to heal him."

Smaug's face melted into a look of small worry and relief. "Alright. But please hurry. I miss him." He begged, not having begged like this in so long, Gandalf beginning to wave his staff, murmuring some words in his spell, one that would heal Brooklyn for good.

In his coma dreams, Brooklyn had been seeing his old home in New York again, which included his brothers mostly but also Goliath and Hudson. Despite being with his father now, Brooklyn missed his clan deeply. He spotted his brother Lex along with Broadway over by the tv, grinning big, running over to them. "Lex! Broadway!" He called, but wound up passing right through the two as though they or he was a ghost.