The Dark Dragon of Middle Earth

A Time of Laughter, or Time to Leave?

Closest I could imagine what her dragon side looks like. Also the miniature version of the wings. I own nothing. Credit to artist. Imagine bright, gleaming, golden eyes. The horns and claws are a pearly white color. I might also add a fighting scene with Smaug. Comment if I should please.

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Elanor

Oh, I seriously underestimated this dwarf. He may look very stoic, but he's just a very short man full of many emotions. Mainly anger. I hope Gandalf calms him down enough to not embarrass himself further. His face is very red. I think he remembers that day. Ha,  ha! Took him longer than expected.

"ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?!?!" I shake my head free of my thoughts, and I think I'm blushing, as I feel heat on my face. "H-huh?" Thankfully, I'm saved by a very shrill cry. Orcs! I make a disgusted face that probably surprises Thorin, who backs up some from me. I turn around, and look all over the area. I hear the brothers laughing, then getting scolded by Thorin. Soon afterwards, he joins me at my spot. "Back up, Oakenshield. Whether they may be at a distance or not, all one warg needs is a hint of your scent, and we can call this quest over before we make it halfway", I tell him with all seriousness. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him nod, and turn around. I look, and see all the company. "Do you know who I am?" They all nod. "Good, then", I tell them  with a devilish grin. They all back up, Dwalin pulling Thorin behind him. "Gandalf, I'm going for a bit." The wizard nods, and I go to put my bow and quiver in. I snarl at the men, who all scamper to the fire, Thorin being the slowest. After they're all gone from view and know they're not peeping, I undress. I then jump off the cliff, and transform. 

Fluidly, I shift and fly up. I turn to the cliff, and hover. "You may look now." They come out, and stand amazed. With the moonlight behind, I land on the cliff and keep my wings out. My eyes shine in contrast to my scales, and my horns, and claws gleam an eerie light. "Bilbo, come forward." The poor hobbit is pushed forward, and has no choice. When he stops right in front of me, I lean my head forward and nuzzle him softly. He jumps in fright, but he knows I won't hurt him. "I will be back. Keep Bilbo close, as I have memorized his scent. I will check behind and in front of us to see if we have any delays." Thorin nods, and has everyone go back. I push Bilbo forward, who stumbles a little to my pack. "Stay safe, Bilbo. And look after my pack, please." I turn, and jump. 

In the air, I catch the scent of orcs, and follow it. I see a pack, and chase it all night and some part of the day. Satisfied with their dwindling numbers, I turn around to use the rest of the day to hunt. Arriving at a forest, I catch several deer, some wandering cattle, and drink from a spring. I soar through the air to find the group, and it isn't until I catch the scent of troll that I find the group. Idiots! Don't they listen at all to others, or the wisdom of wizards?!?! 

I land harshly on the ground in the field behind the burnt farmhouse. I walk furiously to Oakenshield, who stands in the ruin. All the dwarves have seen me, Bilbo has my pack near his. I smile real quick, then look to the stubborn prince who dares to show a hint of pride in his eyes at the sight of me. I stop right in front of him, and growl loud. Dwalin tries to protect Thorin, but I stop him with a stomp of my left hand. I shake the ground again, almost making the ruin collapse. Balin drags his brother back, and I look again to the dwarf in blue. 

Lowering my head to be level with his eyes, I spot some fear. "I see the stubbornness of dwarves runs deep in the line of Durin. Pray tell me, what brought the wizard to leave the company so hotly?" I ask with a growl. "He wished to take us to the elves, if you must know dragon. I told him I would not seek help from those who never gave us what we desperately needed 60 years ago!" With calmness in my voice to help contain my anger from this dwarf, "Then you're a fool to not receive help from the wizard who is helping you to reclaim your homeland. Any trust you have in the wizard should overcome your pride and prejudice you have over any elf, and accept his wisdom. Since you think you're safer without the wizard amongst you right now, I will change back into a helpless woman and help guard your ponies." With that, I walk around the camp to Bilbo, but not before slapping Thorin's behind with my tail as softly as I can. He stumbles a bit, before he falls. He looks at me with a glare and red cheeks while I laugh openly at him. The others look like they may bursts from holding in theirs, even Dwalin. I know that Fili and Kili would have loved to have seen their uncle like this. Anyway, I grab my pack and head into the forest, shifting every once in a while to help hide just in case the brothers or any other creature was looking. Finding a spot not too far away, I grab my clothes and dress.

Thorin

I smoke my pipe away from the company, looking at the moon deep in thought. She's right about the wizard. I should trust Gandalf enough to listen to his council. But what the elves didn't do is unforgivable. I didn't hear Balin walk up till he speaks right next to me. "The lass is right, Thorin. We shouldn't be pushing those who help us away. And that should go for all of them, not just the wizard and Lady Elanor." "Lady?" Balin chuckles before he answers, "Aye. Lady." He walks away, leaving me to ponder on this.

Elanor

When I'm done dressing and making sure everything is right and comfortable, I walk to the ponies.                                                                                                                                                                              What Thorin thinks about elves is right. We never helped anyone that wasn't our own kin. Maybe now is the best time to end the feud between us, and make amends. But still, they need to stop being such stubborn, muscle-strewn, bearded, ..... eyes like the sky, on a clear green day with that very wild hair that....... What in the Valar am I thinking?!?!?!

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I have never tried to write a description of someone in the viewpoint of another, so bear with me on this. Please.