The Dragons of Arda(Originally The Dragons of Doriath)

Chapter 1: Lunt Ned Edhelharn, Boat of Stones

Naurfaer walked upon the edges of the river Esgalduin, pebbles sliding into the river at each step.  The elleth breathed in the fresh, clean air of the forest, and felt the sun through the trees' branches dancing upon her skin.  It was quiet today, one of the few days that Naurfaer would walk alone, whenever she need to get away from being the outsider of her village, and fit into the forest, where the animals accepted her for who she was.  

She knelt down to pick up a pebble.  Naurfaer tested it in her hands, then she flung it a cross the slow, steady, rippling river, watching bounce across the water, and hit an old log that had just appear during her last walk on the other side of the river.  It landed on the water-logged log with a small, hollow thunk.  Bored, Naurfaer tossed another pebble, a much heavier one, at the log.  This time it landed onto the mossy and leafy covering, but instead of a near soundless landing, there was a soft, shart, clink. 

"Huh?"

Surprised, Naurfaer stood up.  She cocked her head at the log that had just make the strange noise.  Naurefaer stared at it for a little while.  Then she noticed an old gleam come the log's moss.  Curious, the young elleth took of her boots and carefully wadded over to the log.  

Cautiously, she peered into the log.  It had green and yellow moss, and many soaked and rotting leaves.  Then Naurfaer noticed that were the pebble had landed, some of the moss had moved aside, revealing a dark, cold surface ebbed with veins of white.  Clinging to the log for balance with one arm, she began to remove the moss covering the strange black surface, to uncover a rather strange stone.  Carefully, she tucked the stone under her arm, and wadded back to shore, where she proceeded to look at it in the sunlight.  

It was the size of her head, and as she turned it, she saw that the entire stone was the color of dark iron, and shone brightly, despite being previously covered in rotting leaves.

Then Naurfaer began to wonder, Would Ada let me keep it?  It's just a stone.  Sure, a really shiny and weird stone, but a stone.

The elleth sighed.  Forget it.  Ada wouldn't let me keep it.  He doesn't like anything strange, even when they come from the woods.  He always claims that you never know if you bring in a dragon egg.

Naurfaer chuckled at that thought, until another bright gleam came from the log.  She blinked at the bright light, covering her eyes from it.  Then she put down the stone, and wadded into the river once more, uncovering and bringing back another stone, this time the color of bright copper. Once again, another gleam came from the log, this time, twice as bright.

Naurfaer attempted to ignore it, but as a young, overly-curious elleth, she came wadded over again, and this time, brought back two stones.  Carefully, she placed them on the ground and sat down, twisting the water out of her long dark hair.  Naurfaer began to analyse the stones she had brought back from the log with her pale green-grey eyes.  The four stones were all the same size, but all were different.

The iron stone was the dullest out of them, the copper stone the brightest, with ivory colored veins; the two other stones were the exact opposite of each other: one as black as night, with pearl white veins; the other the color of clouds with pearl black veins.

She gently began to wring out her olive tunic.  Unlike most elleths, she wasn't a fan of dresses.  In general, she hated anything that got tangled up between her legs when she ran/walked/etc.  

Naurfaer stood up and picked up the pitch black stone.  She tapped it, and it produced a hollow sound.  Stunt, the elleth knocked on it with a smaller pebble.  It produced a stronger, louder, shaper, ring.  Weird.  She put it to ear, feeling rather silly, and tapped it again.  The ring it produced echo-ed into her ear, and Naurfaer  with drew from it.  She carefully began to study it, but it had no holes or any sign of how it became hollow.  She tried it with the other eggs, they were the same.

Her father would definitely not what her to bring them home.

Naurfaer sighed and began to think:  If I can't bring them home, what can I do? 

Then it hit her, and her eyes lit up.

I can keep them.  I'll just hide them somewhere.