"Face forward, stand your ground, lift your sword and let the enemy see the lovely face of a warrior." the woman gasped out as blood filled her mouth, the boulder on top of her crushing her lungs and bones, "But mother without you I cannot!" the pri...
Princess Ethíniel was the perfect combination of her parents, bearing the golden like hair of her father's side and the gentle green eyes of her mother's side, she was poised and calm like her mother but loyal and deadly like her father, she was the perfect ruler for Wyrmlong, the most perfect one so far, her paternal grandparents having ruled for an age, the first age of Arda, her parents nearly ruling another one, the second age of Arda but Valar was not with them, they perished in a war against Sauron the dark lord when the young princess was but 5 years old.
But still she claimed her birthright and ruled Wyrmlong with pride and skilled leadership, she forbid the breeding and hatching of dragon until the fall of Sauron having lost many when her parents died, and when evil was finally done in Arda she most happily began breeding them, the smile evident on her face when one hatched. Usually one would give their dragons to professionals to train but not the Princess, she raised and trained her dragons herself, taking pride when they succeeded on their task and scolding them when they misbehaved.
Before the final battle between Sauron and the free people of middle earth Ethíniel had her hand given away to Isildur, whom she did not wish to marry for she saw the greed in his heart for her fortune and dragons, but when he was killed she mourned him, for he was also a being lost in the war. After that no one ever heard from Wyrmlong, the gates to the dragon kingdom closed to never be opened again and with that followed the disappearance of the Princess.
The people of Wyrmlong were known to be as small as Hobbits, though they wore shoes but had their appetite , agile and swift as Elves, though faster and more precise and their beauty, cursed like Dwarves, along with their passion for drinking, talked like Men, slept like the Dead and had the wisdom of Wizards, but now they were merely myths told to marvel children.
Sometimes men and dwarf alike would swear that they saw the Lost Princess of Wyrmlong passing through or in a bar but when in fact they had just seen a blonde maiden, no one had seen or heard of the maiden until the attack on Erebor where many claimed a blonde female warrior scowling at the intruding beast before turning away, most believe it was their fear making up hallucinations other proclaim it was merely a ghost they saw.
There were few in Middle Earth that wandered with Dragon Rider blood in them, not that they knew, after the gates closed those who lived outside with their loved ones swore secrecy, for if the Princess demanded the gates closed it would be so. They covered their marks, the marks that told the world who they were, the marks of the dragon that they had imprinted and claimed as their, the symbol of what kind of dragon they were and their name in small curvice letters, either on their back or arms.
When a dragon died the mark would turn ghost pale, if they deserted grey and if they lived they would be black, obsidian black, when the gates closed all riders set their dragons free to return home where they would not be hunted, the kingdom leaderless yet still loyal awaiting patiently the return of the heir, even it would last 10 mortal life times, for Dragon Riders were immortal like the Elves and the Wizards.
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The dragon marks
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