Daughter Of Dragons: A Hobbit Fanfiction

The Skinchangers

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"W-wait... what?" Valadhiel asked after a brief moment of silence. She was still trying to get her brain wrapped around what this skinchanger had just said to her. "My mother... my mother was your half sister? Why did she never tell me? And how is it that she was married to a dragon? If she wasn't a dragon to begin with, then the fact she fell in love with one just sounds... wrong."

"She was part dragon to begin with." Beorn explained with a small sigh. "When she was young, she was taken by orcs. They managed to somehow mutate her, and it caused her to become part dragon. Thanks to the mutation, she escaped from them and returned home."

Valadhiel clenched her teeth and a fist at the mention of orcs. She supposed that the only good that had come out of it was... no, nothing good had come out of it. Yes, her father had been the best father she could have asked for, but he had changed greatly. Being part dragon was neat, but no one liked dragons, therefore, she could live without being a dragon. It might have made her life easier. After a moment, she looked up at Beorn, who had gotten to his feet once more. "That... that makes you my uncle."

Beorn paused from scrambling some eggs before he gave a slight nod. "I hadn't thought about that fact until now. Yes, that does make me your uncle."

Valadhiel smiled a little before she climbed up onto a stool at the tall counter. "I'm glad. It's good to know that I have at least some family left, even if only one family member." She said quietly, looking down at her hands as she twiddled her thumbs. "Does... does this mean you know who my father is?"

Beorn began scrambling the eggs again. "Yes, and I would assume you don't want his name mentioned to anyone." He commented before placing the scrambled eggs in a bowl. He now had many plates of food set out. Scrambled eggs, toast, bacon, sausage, pancakes, and a bowl of fruit, and he had pitchers of milk and different juices set out.

"That would be very much appreciated." Valadhiel replied with a nod, then she furrowed her brow before she looked at her uncle again. "Something doesn't add up. Skinchangers don't live as long as dragons or elves. How is it possible that you're still alive?"

Beorn was about to speak, though before he could, Gandalf walked into the kitchen. Beorn and Valadhiel both looked over at him.

"Ah, I see that you have met Vala." The old wizard commented as he walked into the kitchen then leaned on his staff. "And I get the feeling that she has already told you quite a lot about why we are here."

Beorn looked at Valadhiel, then he looked at Gandalf once again. "You must be the wizard she told me about. Yes, I have heard some of why you are here, though I'm sure you and the dwarf king will wish to discuss more of it with me."

"Oh, there will be more discussion. I shared a lot, but not everything." Valadhiel replied, then she looked over at Beorn again. She wished that she had met him much, much sooner. She would have felt much better all those years ago knowing that she still had family out there. At least she had finally gotten to meet him now.

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The other dwarves had woken by now, and they all sat around a very large table with Valadhiel as they ate breakfast. Beorn was pouring a glass of milk for Fili before looking up when Bilbo walked in.

"Now this is a creature I haven't seen before." Beorn commented. "He's short like a dwarf, but has no beard, nor does he wear shoes. The most hair on him other than his head is on his feet."

Bilbo blinked and seemed unsure of what to even say in response. "I'm... I'm a Hobbit." He managed to get out before he walked over to the table with the others. He climbed up into a seat next to Valadhiel, who sat next to Fili, who sat next to Kili.