Emrys Dragonborne [Merlin/The Hobbit Crossover Fanfic]

Prologue: A Quest

Trees were billowing in the wind and rain came pouring down, lightning struck once twice three times spooking a lone rider's horse. Rumbling thunder followed the bright shocks of light. It wasn't supposed to storm. The sun was shining bright only moments prior to the young warlock's thoughts of his past.

Emrys, or Merlin as many in his past know him as, wasn't in a good mood. He hadn't been in a good mood for some time. Arthur had died and his purpose had been done. Dreams of freedom snuffed out before it could have even began. He couldn't save him and he couldn't face Gaius afterwards. So. Merlin ran. He ran and he didn't look back.

He left the knights and Gwen. The fear of their rejection and the pain in his queens eyes if he were to be the one to tell her of Arthur's death was too much. For once in his life in Camelot Merlin looked out for himself.

It's been years since he left and his magic has gotten stronger. Without his other half of a coin and fear of his death or losing friends he's finally let go, letting his magic run wild in semi-tamed atmosphere.

"Hush, Mitts, it's okay. " The raven murmured with a deeper voice than he had before, patting his steed's neck gently in an effort to calm her. Most of the time the mare would be quite calm in the midst of his nature revolving moodswings, however, this time Merlin had waited far too long to let loose. She had gotten unacustommed to strange weather and wasn't prepared at all. It would probably be best to set up camp away from the rain to calm her down before he was thrown from the horse. "It's only a little rain."

A little rain that had a lot of lightning. It struck again and an earthshattering bang echoed across the land. The mare whinnied in fright and shifted uneasily, her eyes wide and nostrils flaring in unease. He almost fell off because of it. Merlin sighed, she probably wouldn't calm down even if he did set up camp. Eyes flashing a deep gold for a small moment the bad weather suddenly pittered off into a sunny day with birds chirping happily at the clear skies. "You're so needy."

Mitts threw her head up and down in indignance, water sprouting up from her dark mane into his eyes. The warlock slowly brought a hand up and dragged it down his face to clear it of the dirty water. ".....and sassy."

"A fine steed." Merlin's head whipped to the side, yanking a sword out of its sheathe and pointing it at the unknown voice in a way only a skilled swordsman would know on top of a horse. No one has been able to sneak up on him in a very long time. "And a fine rider as well. Tell me young man would you be interested in an adventure?"

An old man wearing grey robes and a very pointy hat smiled at him with twinkling eyes. He was leaning on a wooden staff and reaked of magic, but the young warlock couldn't detect any ill intentions from him. If the wizard did have any Merlin would be able to tell immediately. The raven has gotten very good at determining good from bad. He twirled his sword and resheathed it, Mitts shifted in her spot. It could've been boredom or it could've been his urge to do anything that kept his mind off the past, but either way Merlin humored the old man. "What kind of adventure?"

"One with dwarves, a wizard, a hobbit, and a quest to reclaim a lost kingdom, my good fellow. It would bring an old man some peace of mind to have another powerful magician such as yourself join our company."

"...What's your name?" The warlock questioned after a brief silence to dwell on what the man said. He had already assumed that the elder had seen his use of magic and the law on it across the lands had been lifted a long time ago.

"Gandalf the Grey." Gandalf answered as if Merlin should know the title. He didn't. He'd just arrived in 'Middle Earth'. All he knew was that there were plenty of what would be considered magical creatures but not many considered as magical people. There were elves, dwarves, hobbits, goblins, and orcs etc. but there weren't many magical practitioners, well, compared to home that is.

Mitts shifted underneath the raven haired man as he debated on an answer.

"......" Merlin looked away from the wizard and sighed. It seemed like an interesting adventure and reclaiming kingdoms to their rightful royal families was kind of what he did. "My name's Emrys." He muttured and jumped down from his mare, landing gracefully on the ground with a small thud. It made him feel better to go by his name given to him before birth than the one his mother gave to him when he came from the womb. Not hearing his master's over pronunciation or his friends versions of saying Merlin always seemed to upset him. It also didn't help that Gwen had named him a hero amongst the lands, despite him not returning after Arthur's death, and his birth name became more famous than his prophesied one.

The raven didn't want to be recognized as himself and his whereabouts be told to her. "Where to first?" Merlin asked, taking Mitts's reigns in hand as the old man's eyes sparkled in joy at his response.

"Hobbiton, my dear fellow." Turning in his spot on the road Gandalf gestured for the warlock to follow him and looked over his shoulder grinning a bit as he took a puff out of a smoke pipe. One that Merlin could've sworn he hadn't had before.

Merlin: That was interesting. I like how I'm not old or in a different universe by a magical device or magic mishap.

Me: Thanks! Me too! I thought about doing something like that but then this came about instead.

Gaius: I must say. I am upset I won't be able to participate as my boy grows in this book of yours but I do find it quite fascinating so far. Bravo, young man.

Geoffrey: A parchment worthy of my library.

Me: .....no way..... I..... I won over Geoffrey..... this... this is awesome... I...

Gandalf: I do think you've broken him, sir.

Geoffrey: It does seem like it.

Merlin: Nah, all it takes is a quick snap back to reality and he'll be good as new. *literally snaps his fingers as his eyes flash gold and water is poored on top of my head*

Me: *sputter angrily* M-Mer- Merlin!!!!

Merlin: Oh! Uh..*laughs nervously*........ It was Gaius?

Me: *steam literally coming out of my ears* .......Merlin.

Merlin: Should I run? I feel like I need to be running.

Me: *starts to count back from ten* 10, 9, 8, 7....

Merlin: *eyes widen and takes off sprinting away*

Me: Get back here you little-......*chases off after Merlin*

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