DragoWings

Battle deep within

People crowded around the canal, crying farewells and good lucks. And for once I let the ignorant side of me well up. I snorted pitifully, lip curling as I shook my head. Thorin would never share his gold. He was a dwarf, a king dwarf bred of Durin line.

That is how he lost his father and grandfather, dragon sickness, I thought, if only they knew, shielded by false hope built up from the poor and selfish leader.

"Dragon!" Thorin shouted."If you are coming, keep up!"

I let a low humming growl vibrate deep in my chest, the heat building up in the base of my spine. I push it away and glare at Thorin, my eyes full of deadly fire. The new darkmess whelming inside me makes my other half shrinks away with shock...and fear. I shake out of it quickly and hurry along boots hitting the dock with each hasty step.

What was that? I snapped a the dragon.

I do not know, the dragon said quietly, whatever it is, do not let it control your mind.

I silently agreed as I climbed into one of the boats, seating myself next to Bofur (A/N: Bofur, Oin, Fili, and Kili go to Erebor, Kili is not poisoned) who gave me a cheerful smile and waved to the people. I hands tugged at my hair and my eyes snapped over to the docks. I softened when I saw Sigrid, Bain, and Tilda staring at me anxiously.

"Don't die please, princess," Tilda begged." I wish to hear more of your tales."

"I do not promise child," I whispered, but then I thought for a moment."But accept my this."

I stood on the wood planks of the pier once again and slowly morphed into a dragon. People gasped in amazement and wonder, eyes wide, jaws slack. I hummed down at a awed Tilda and my tail slid around to rest at my front paws.

"Tilda my dear, you are small, very small. Please take this as not a promise, but a gift."

I tugged at a thick plated scale below one of my wings and it came loose after a moment of pulling. My skin itched and it felt out of place. I knew it was a risk not having one of my plated armor, but I wanted the children to have it. The scale met the sunlight, shimmering and sparkling a clean emerald green, rays of silver and gold dancing on the dock like water.

Tilda grabbed the scale and carried it easily."It is so light."

"A dragon scale withstands the hottest fire and can deflect any weapon. Use it wisely small one."

Tilda kisses my nose and I pull back, stretching my wings out partway. The town is a loss for words as my eyes find the Master and narrow. He would kill me just for my scales, my claws, my ivory horns.

Ha, let him try! Your bones are harder than diamond, the dragon chortled.

I snort in agreement and with one great burst of energy, I boost into the open air. My wings open the rest of the way and I flap them once making a loud thud sound. As the boats float on, Isoar above them, hidden by masses of clouds and fog, completely unseen. I dip down, tilting at the ground so I dive forward, wings pulling back. I leveled out above the Celduin River, expanding my wingspan all the way out, staring at my reflection. The water ripples, my scales shimmering in reflection of the rippling rapids.