The Dark Dragon of Middle Earth

Battle of the Five Armies Part 2

Morning comes, and I feel like something heavy and big hit me in the face.

I sit up, but the hammering in my head is too much, and I plop back down. I cover my eyes with my arm, and use my hearing to see if anything's happened yet.

Cheering has me up in a flash, and dressed within seconds. But I dress in an old shirt, and old leggings, and my chest is wrapped with fresh bandages. I walk barefoot with my sword in my hands to the throne room, and I sit before the throne. Closing my eyes, I speak to my sister.

"I have some news, sister, that you might find surprising."

"I already know, Elanor."

"Then you know that I will fight to keep him and his kin alive, even if he isn't in his right mind now. It's usually how men are, no matter the race."

Galadriel laughs, and I crack a smile. But it soon fades with what I have to say next.

"Sister, after this battle, I will no longer be able to shift into a dragon. She will leave my body, and I will fight beside her this one and only time. But the children inside me will have this power."

I can feel her power rising through me, and the anger and hurt in her voice.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier you were having his children?! Do you know the- "

"I do, and there's no turning back. I will lose my immortality after this battle is fought, and live the rest of my days with him and our children. I am carrying two, but I do not know if they will be boys, girls, or a boy and girl. They will be the first and only half-breeds of dwarves and elves. But that does not mean they will be loved any less."

Galadriel leaves my mind, and I'm left alone to cry, again. Hearing the ringing of metal against metal and the shouts and screams, I can tell the war has started.

I stand up, and shake out my limbs. I breathe deeply, counting to 6, and letting it out.

I stretch my limbs, and stand straight. I hold my word to the side, and close my eyes.

Pushing deep inside me, I look for the part of me that contains the Dark Dragon. I find it, and open up the barrier that seems to have always been there.

I open my eyes, and fall to my knees. A claw erupts out of my chest, and digs itself into the marble in front. It starts dragging itself out, and the head emerges. A great, golden eye stares back at me, and its scaly mouth opens to show rows of pearly teeth. A red tongue flicks between them, and a rumbling laugh escape from her stomach. She continues to pull herself out, and there's no pain at all.

Finally emerging from me, she shrinks to her small form, and flies onto my shoulder. Scales soon erupt from my skin, and covers my shoulders, chest, private area, my belly, and my legs and arms. A tail grows out of my tailbone, and starts lashing about. Wings grow from my shoulder blades, and I test them out. Finding no problems, I pull my hair back, and leave the tattered clothes on. I walk out of the throne room on scaly feet with deadly claws. I hold the handle of my sword with a scaly hand with sharp claws, and hold the other over my belly. Reaching the entrance to the gate, I watch the dwarves as they watch the fight. I stick to the shadows when Thorin heads my way in golden armor, and heads to the throne room. Dwalin follows after, and the others stay.

I smile, but a tear falls.

Unfolding my wings, I fly past them, and land in the middle of the battle with a grown dragon at my side. She lets out a roar, and the enemy trembles.

Yelling a battle cry, I slice the head of an orc off, and the fighting resumes. Dragon soon clears out large patches of orcs, burning them, or smashing them down. I fight next to the elves, using tooth, claw, and fire to kill. I slash and stab my way to a group of dwarves being outnumbered by orcs, and I spot a dwarf with a hammer. He doesn't see me until I kill an orc about to stab him from behind.