Glittering Golden Hoard

Chapter 2:

Moria Battle, Trolls and Entering Imladris

"Bold"=Black Speech (I think that's what was used in The Hobbit)

"Underlined"=Elvish

The company stopped for camp on the edge of a cliff, they were all asleep except for Gandalf, Fili and Kili, Dracon muttered 'Gold' while asleep in his wings and Gloin's breathing caused some moths to fly into his mouth then out as he exhaled.

Bilbo walked over to Myrtle, his pony, and gave her an apple "Hello, girl. That's a good girl. It's our little secret, Myrtle, you must tell no one, sh, sh,"

A screech was then heard in the distance, this made Dracon instantly wake up and draw his green dagger and got in a ready fighting stance, wings flared and tail twitching and growling deeply.

Bilbo ran over to Fili and Kili "What was that?"

"Orcs," Dracon growled.

Another screech was heard.

"Orcs?"

"Throatcutters. There'll be dozens of them out there. The lowlands are crawling with them," Fili told Bilbo, this made Bilbo a little afraid.

"They strike in the wee small hours, when everyone's asleep. Quick and quiet, no screams, just lots of blood," Kili added. The two then looked at each other and then began laughing, Dracon joining in too.

"You think that's funny? You think a night raid by orcs is a joke?" Thorin scolded them.

"We didn't mean anything by it," Kili apologised.

"No, you didn't. You know nothing of the world,"

"Well, technically we weren't laughing about the orcs, it was… Bilbo's reaction," Dracon tried to calm Thorin down.

"I expected more from you Dracon," Thorin walked to the edge and looked out into the valley.

"Don't mind him, laddie," Balin said. "Thorin has more cause than most to hate orcs. After the dragon took the Lonely Mountain, King Thror tried to reclaim the ancient dwarf kingdom of Moria. But our enemy had got there first,"

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Moria - Much Earlier

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Dwarves and Orcs were fighting each other, many of each opposition on the floor, dead or dying, Azog the Defiler, a massive pale white orc from Gundabad, swung his mace, sending many Dwarves flying, Thror saw Azog and confronted him, the two fought fiercely, but Azog was no match for him and Thror was defeated, Azog, in his victory, beheaded the king and held it up for all to see.

Thorin saw this and Azog threw the decapitated head to Thorin who cried "NOOO!" The Dwarves, leaderless drew back.

Suddenly, an ear-piercing roar was heard from over the mountain, and there a figure flew over it, pupils narrow in fury as his body began to change as he morphed into a winged, reptilian creature, almost three times the size of a large warg, it had short spikes that ran down it's back and a spade shae on the end of its tail and its scales were as black as a shadow.

A glow started in his chest and he opened his mouth and let loose a blaze of fire, frying everything in his path, Azog was in fury and roared up at the dragon, the dragon did the same to him, some orcs got in his way and were instantly cooked.

Thorin charged at Azog but he knocked his sword and shield out of his hands, sending him into a natural embankment on the battlefield, Azog jumped after Thorin and went to finish him off, fire almost hitting him, but Thorin grabbed an oaken branch and rolled out of Azog's way.

Azog repeatedly tried to hit Thorin but he used the branch as a shield until Thorin stumbled onto the ground, Azog then went to finish off Thorin but as he swung Thorin grabbed a nearby sword on the ground and sliced off Azog's hand, he reared back, roaring in pain as he clutches the stump, he was then dragged away by some orcs, back into Azanulbizar.

"Du Bekâr!" Thorin rallied the Dwarves and Dracon as they charged into battle, Dracon changing back into his human...ish form and used his swords and daggers to cut down many orcs, as well as his claws and teeth.

When the battle was over the remaining Dwarves weeped over their friends and families who had lost their lives in the battle, and there was no feast. For the body count was too high.

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Present

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"And I thought to myself then, there is one who I could follow. There is one I could call King," Balin finished, Thorin turned around and many of the Dwarves looked at Thorin in awe, Dracon smirked. Thorin walked back towards the fire.

"But the pale orc? What happened to him?" Bilbo asked.

"Dead, long ago from the… amputation," Dracon explained, then in the distance he saw some orcs and wargs watching, he then shook his head at them in warning and they scurried off.

"Wait, Dracon can turn himself into a dragon?"

"Only in high emotional pressure, I am unable to do it willingly, or I just haven't figured out how to do it willingly,"

Bilbo hummed in thought.

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The Next Day

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The company were riding through a muddy road as the sky cried, cold, miserable and wet, Dracon was in the trees again "Here, Mr. Gandalf, can't you do something about this deluge?" Dori asked.

"It is raining, Master Dwarf, and it will continue to rain until the rain is done. If you wish to change the weather of the world, you should find yourself another wizard," Gandalf said back.

"Are there any?" Bilbo asked.

"What?"

"Other Wizards?"

"There are five of us. The greatest of our order is Saruman, the White. Then there are the two Blue Wizards- you know, I've quite forgotten their names,"

"Alatar and Pallando they are called, they traveled far to the east," Dracon corrected.

"Ah, yes, thank you for reminding me, Dracon,"

"And who is the fifth?"

"Well, that would be Radagast, the Brown,"

"Is he a great Wizard or is he...more like you?" Gandalf looked slightly offended and Dracon snickered.

"I think he's a very great wizard, in his own way. He's a gentle soul who prefers the

company of animals to others. He keeps a watchful eye over the vast forest lands to the East, and a good thing too, for always Evil will look to find a foothold in this world,"

The company arrived to an old abandoned farm house, Dracon walked up to it a smelled the air, "A farmer and his family used to live here, but there is also a different scent here, but I am unable to remember what it is,"

Thorin told the rest what to do, to set up a camp.

"I think it would be wise to move on. We could make for the Hidden Valley," suggested Gandalf.

"I have told you already, I will not go near that place," Thorin denied.

"Why not? The elves could help us. We could get food, rest, advice,"

"I do not need their advice,"

"We have a map that we cannot read. Lord Elrond could help us,"

"Help? A dragon attacks Erebor, what help came from the Elves? Orcs plunder Moria,

desecrate our sacred halls, the Elves looked on and did nothing. You ask me to seek out the very

people who betrayed my grandfather and betrayed my father,"

Dracon facepalmed "Yea, but, you aren't your father or your grandfather, you are you. Plus, Thranduil did not want risk the lives of his men against a dragon, they wouldn't've been able to do anything to Smaug anyway. And Moria, I was late because I was unaware of the battle and I only knew about it because I went to visit it, the elves were probably unaware as well,"

"Well maybe if you went to warn them yourself,"

"You know what? I'm just going to go and explore a bit ok?"

"Yes, that would be preferable,"

Gandalf and Dracon stomped off. "Everything alright? Gandalf, where are you going?" Bilbo asked.

"To seek the company of the only one around here who's got any sense,"

"Who's that?"

"Myself, Mr. Baggins! I've had enough of dwarves for one day," Gandalf walked away while Dracon flew off.

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With Dracon

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Dracon landed in a clearing with a small lake and he dunked his head into the refreshing water and took a mouthful, he put his head back up but as he did he got a strange feeling, he looked around to see nothing but trees and bushes, then a bush suddenly moved, Dracon slowly walked towards it until he was right up to it, the bush moved again, at that moment he pushed the bush aside quickly, but all he saw was a hare, Dracon breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness, it's just a hare," he then pivoted around and pressed his green dagger against the throat the belonged to a disgusting creature "Oh look… another one," Dracon chuckled darkly. "What do you want?"

"M-Master wants to s-s-speak with you," the Orc stuttered in his tongue.

"Tell him, I will pay him later,"

"Master isn't going to wait any longer, he will kill you and your Dwarf friends, unless you just pay up," the Orc smirked.

"Oh? Sudden burst of bravery eh?" Dracon pressed harder on his blade.

"Okay! Okay! I-I'm sorry,"

"Speaking of bravery, you're pretty stupid for coming alone,"

"Who said I came alone?" as the Orc said that in the common tongue many more Orcs came out from the bushes holding spears and swords and shields along with some Wargs.

"Oh boy, even more hares," Dracon mocked.

"You will be coming with us w- argh!" the Orc said before suddenly getting picked up by Dracon by the throat.

"I said, I will pay when I'm ready!" The Orc began desperately clawing at Dracon's Gauntlets "Now leave," he threw the orc to the ground "And that goes for all of you!" the Orcs began backing away, the Orc on the ground just got up and ran away as fast as he could "SOD OFF!" The Orcs and Wargs then turned around and fled at top speed.

"Hehe, now I know why Dain says that," Dracon muttered.

After a small while Dracon took off into the air and went back to camp, although he stayed closer to the ground this time, however when he returned to camp it was empty, but the horses were still there… well… most of them, some however were missing "Oh no, I remember the smell now," Dracon landed and sniffed the air around the horses, "Mountain Trolls,"

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The Troll's Kitchen

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"Wait! You are making a terrible mistake," Bilbo stopped the Trolls as they were giving each other suggestions on how to cook the Dwarves and Bilbo.

"You can't reason with them! They're halfwits!" Shouted Dori from over the fire.

"Half-wits? What does that make us?" Said Bofur.

Bilbo stood up in his sack and confronted the Trolls "Uh, I meant with the, uh, with, uh, with the seasoning,"

"What about the seasoning?" The Troll called Bert asked.

"Well have you smelt them? You're going to need something stronger than sage before you plate this lot up," Bilbo pointed to the Dwarves, how started yelling at him and calling him a 'traitor'

"What do you know about cooking dwarf?" Tom, another one of the

"Shut up, and let the, uh, flurgaburburrahobbit talk," Bert moved closer.

"Uh, th-the secret to cooking dwarf is, um-" Bilbo tried to think of something.

"Yes? Come on,"

"It's, uh,"

"Tell us the secret."

"Ye-yes, I'm telling you, the secret is…" Bilbo looked over at the Dwarves "to skin them first!" The Dwarves were once again shouting.

"Tom, get me the filleting knife,"

"If I get you, you little" Glion started.

"I won't forget that! I won't forget that!" Dwalin said as Bilbo came into his view.

"What a load of wubbish! I've eaten plenty with their skins on. Scuff 'em, I say, boots and all," Tom objected.

Bilbo watched as Gandalf rushed around the edges of the Troll's kitchen.

"`e's right! Nothing wrong with a bit of raw dwarf!" William, the third Troll, grabbed Bombur, who was still in a sack, and dangled him upside down over his mouth, ready to eat the large Dwarf, "Nice and crunchy,"

"Not-not that one, he-he's infected!" William faced Bilbo, confused.

"Huh?"

"You wot?" Tom said.

"Yeah, He's got worms in his… tubes," Bilbo told the Trolls. William threw Bombur back onto the others who grunted in pain. "In-in fact they all have, they're infested with parasites. It's a terrible business, I wouldn't risk it, I really wouldn't,"

"Parasites, did he say parasites?" Oin asked.

"We don't have parasites! You have parasites!" Kili said with outrage.

"What are you talking about, laddie?" Gloin asked.

Bilbo rolled his eyes as the Dwarves argued until Thorin realised what Bilbo's plan was and kicked the Dwarves, who then also realised what was going on and agreed with Bilbo.

"I've got parasites as big as my arm."

"Mine are the biggest parasites, I've got huge parasites!"

"We're riddled."

"Yes, I'm riddled."

"Yes we are. Badly!"

"What would you have us do, then, let 'em all go?" Tom asked.

"Well..." Bilbo started

"You think I don't know what you're up to? This little ferret is taking us for fools!"

"Ferret?"

Bert stepped in "Fools?"

Gandalf then appeared and stepped onto a rock "The Dawn shall take you all!"

"Who's that?" Bert asked.

"No idea," Tom continued cooking.

"Can we eat `im too?" William suggested.

Gandalf raised his staff, then struck the boulder, breaking it in half, this made the Troll's skin harden and turn grey. After a few seconds of screaming from the Trolls they were turned fully into stone, the Dwarves cheered and laughed in relief of Gandalf's victory. Dracon ran out from the trees, panting and breathing heavily, "Oh man… I should exercise my… legs a bit… more… whew… sorry about that, couldn't use my wings because of… the forest,"

"We are in a clearing, you could've reached us from in the air," Gandalf walked up to him.

"Well I didn't... know, hold on, just give me a minute to… catch my breath," Dracon layed down.

"Can you two stop bickering and get me off of this thing!" Dwalin said from on the spit. "Get your foot out of my back!"

By the time the sun was all the up all the Dwarves were up and about again, Gandalf walked up to a stone William and bonked it with a pleased look on his face.

"So, where did you go off to?" Kili asked Dracon, who was now sitting up.

"I went for a flight, wanted to relax,"

"Anything interesting happen?"

"Nah, not this time," Dracon shook his head. "Had a refreshing drink at a lake though, nice and cool,"

Dracon walked over to Gandalf and Thorin "He had the nous to play for time. None of the rest of you thought of that," he heard Gandalf say. "They must have come down from the Ettenmoors," Gandalf and Thorin examined the trolls.

"Since when do mountain trolls venture this far south?" Thorin asked.

"Not for an age," Dracon said "Not since a power darker than the deepest caves ruled these lands," Dracon shivered as he remembered.

The three looked around "They could not have moved in daylight," Gandalf stated.

"There must be a cave nearby,"

Dracon walked over to a nearby cave, 'Precious, all yours, gold, all yours, take what belongs to you.' A whisper was heard in Dracon's head 'Take what is yours.' the voice was in black speech 'Everything is yours.' "No," he mumbled "None of this is mine," he grabbed something from his pocket and raised it up to his mouth, about to eat it 'Wait, but there is.' "What do you mean?" Dracon stopped 'There is something among these precious things, that does indeed belong to you, something you have forged yourself.' "What are you talking about? I have everything that I've created... unless…" Dracon trailed off. 'Yesss, yes, it is here, here along with these other gorgeous crafts.' Dracon searched around for the object that the voice was talking about "Yesss," a reptilian tongue escaped his mouth as he saw a purple ring with red runes of a long forgotten language along it, "My, Preciousssss," Dracon growled.

"Down here!" Dracon's voice called from a nearby cave, Gandalf and the rest of the company rushed down into the cave and immediately covered their noses due to the stench, Gandalf looked suspiciously as Dracon quickly swallowed something. "Oh… oh no," he too, quickly covered his nose.

"Oh, what's that stench?!" Nori's muffled voice said.

"It's a troll hoard. Be careful what you touch," the Dwarves were gagging and coughing from the foul smelling cave. The cave floor had gold and other precious metals.

"Seems a shame just to leave it lyin' around. Anyone could take it," Bofur shifted some gold with his foot.

"Agreed. Nori, get a shovel," Gloin said.

Gandalf was poking around and Thorin went up to two strange looking cobweb covered swords, "These swords were not made by any Troll," Gandalf approached him along with Dracon, Gandalf grabbed one of the swords and examined it with Dracon "Nor were they made by any smith among men," he drew the sword out a bit, trying to identify it, "These were forged in Gondolin by the High Elves of the First Age," Thorin went to put the sword in his hands back in disgust.

"I wouldn't turn down such an opportunity if I were you, no matter how much you hate elves," Dracon warned Thorin.

"You could not wish for a finer blade," Gandalf agreed.

Reluctantly Thorin held onto the sword, he unsheathed his own sword a bit as well to inspect his own.

"You know," Dracon held out his hand, silently asking for the sword in Gandalf's hand, who nodded and gave it to him "I think I have seen this blade once before, I think it's called the enemy… smasher?" Dracon tried to remember the name. In the corner of his eye, he watched as Gloin, Bofur and Nori, bury some of the treasure in a chest, Dracon smirked at this.

"Let's get out of this foul place. Come on, let's go. Bofur! Gloin! Nori!" Thorin ordered.

But on his way out, Gandalf stood on something hard and metallic, he brushed away some dead vegetation with his staff that was covering it up, another sword appeared from the foliage, he unsheathed it and smiled "Wow, aren't we lucky?" Dracon looked over Gandalf's shoulder. "Three Swords of Elvish make in a Troll cave," he picked up the small sword, "Or… two swords and a letter opener," Gandalf hummed in agreement.

As Gandalf and Dracon exited the cave Dracon came up to where Bilbo was standing "Mr. Baggins!" Bilbo turned around.

"Yes?"

"Gandalf found this," he handed the 'sword' to Bilbo, "It's around about your size,"

"I can't take this,"

"Why not?"

"I'm not a fighter,"

Dracon sighed "You know, the funny thing about Elvish blades, especially ones from Gondolin, is that they glow blue when Orcs or Goblins are nearby, so you don't really have to use it as a weapon, it's more of an alarm, although it is really sharp,"

"But even if it is sharp, I can't fight with it, I haven't used a sword in my life,"

"Let us hope that it will stay that way, but remember, a wise man once said that true courage is about knowing not when to take a life, but when to spare one," Dracon looked over to Gandalf who smiled and nodded. "Although to be honest he's said it more than once,"

Thorin suddenly shouted "Something's coming!"

"Dracon," Bilbo was about to say something but he was already quickly following Thorin.

"Stay together!" Gandalf was giving out commands, "Hurry now. Arm yourselves," Bilbo slowly unsheathed his sword and stared at the Elvish silver. He then hastily followed the rest of the company who were in the woods.

Meanwhile Radagast, the Brown was on his sled, pulled by rabbits who were going full speed through the forest, he stopped when he reached the company and was shouting "Thieves! Fire! Murder!"

"Radagast," Gandalf greeted him "Radagast the Brown. what on earth are you doing here?"

"I was looking for you, Gandalf. Something's wrong. Something's terribly wrong,"

"Yes?"

Radagast opened his mouth to say something but closed it again, he then opened his mouth again to say something, but forgot what he was about to say as he shut it once again "Oh, just give me a minute. Um, oh, I had a thought, and now I've lost it. It was, it was right there, on the tip of my tongue," he curled his tongue and was surprised at what he felt, "Oh, it's not a thought at all, it's a silly old..." Dracon approached him and grabbed a stick insect from off his tongue with a confused look on his face, "Stick insect," Dracon put the bug into Radagast's open hand. "Oh! Drago! How nice it is to see you again,"

"And… you?" Dracon was still confused over the whole stick insect thing "Also, it's Dracon now,"

"Oh? Really?"

The three had moved a bit away from the company "The Greenwood is sick. A darkness has fallen over it. Nothing grows any more, at least nothing good. The air is foul with decay. But worst are the webs," Radagast explained.

"Webs? What do you mean?" Gandalf asked.

"Spiders, Gandalf. Giant ones. Some kind of spawn of Ungoliant, or I am not a Wizard. I followed their trail. They came from Dol Guldur,"

"Dol Guldur? But the old fortress is abandoned,"

"No, Gandalf, it is not,"

"Makes sense," Dracon spoke up "If I were an evil… thing, I would use that to hide or to use that as a base of operations just because of its… style, to be honest I would've if it were abandoned back when I was…" Dracon looked down with sadness for a brief moment "Ahem… anyway, as you were saying,"

"A dark power dwells there, such as I have never felt before. It is the shadow of an ancient horror. One that can summon the spirits of the dead," Dracon's eyes widened in surprise, "I saw him, Gandalf. From out of the darkness, a Necromancer has come," Radagast's eyes were clouded by his thoughts as he was deep in his flashback.

Dracon snapped his fingers in front of Radagast's face to snap him out of his deep thought "C'mon, don't go all misty eyes on us,"

"I'm sorry," Radagast apologised.

"Try a bit of Old Toby, it'll help settle your nerves," using his beard, Gandalf cleaned his pipe and gave it to Radagast, he inhaled the smoke "And out," Gandalf instructed. Radagast breathed out with crossed eyes and a blissful face. He stayed that way for a few seconds until Dracon once again clicked his fingers in front of his face, "Now, a Necromancer, are you sure?" Radagast pulled out a sword wrapped in cloth and handed it over to Gandalf, he then unwrapped it, showing the contents.

"That is not from the world of the living,"

"We gon' die," Dracon said.

Suddenly a deep howl was heard in the distance, "Was that a Wolf?" Bilbo asked. "Are there-are there wolves out there?"

"Wolves? No, that is not a wolf," Bofur answered.

A growl emanated from Dracon's throat to something out of view to the company, who turned around to look at what he was growling at, there stood a Warg, also growling, Dracon removed his clawed gauntlets, handing them to Gandalf he roared at the Warg in challenge, the Warg responded with one of its own. Dracon and the Warg charged at each other, meanwhile another Warg charged at the Dwarves from a different angle, Kili shot it with a bow, knocking it down, it tried to get back up but Dwalin killed it with his Warhammer.

The fight between Dracon and the first Warg ended with Dracon's sharp teeth dug deep into the Warg's throat. Dracon stood up and wiped the blood off his mouth "Warg-Scouts! Which means an Orc pack is not far behind," Thorin said.

"Orc pack?" Bilbo repeated.

"Who did you tell about your quest, beyond your kin?" Gandalf demanded.

"No one," Thorin replied.

Dracon grabbed Thorin by the throat and pinned him against a tree "Who did you tell!" Dracon's voice became echoey and demonic as he spoke in Black Speech, his reptilian pupils the size of a sword's blade tip as well.

"Dracon!" Gandalf shouted as the Dwarves rushed to help their King while Thorin struggled to get air into his lungs. Gandalf threw Dracon against a rock with his magic, Dracon fell to his knees.

Dracon slowly looked back up, his pupils no longer as thin, he then looked at Thorin, then his scaly hands in horror, his eyes dilated. A single tear fell onto the ground. He stood up and snatched his gauntlets from Gandalf and put them on as well as his putting his hood up, he waved his hand in front of his face and a shadow fell across it as his face was hidden from everyone, "I suggest you get out of here before the Orcs arrive," Dracon said softly.

"The um, the p-ponies have uh… bolted," Ori stuttered.

"Then run, I'll hold them back,"

"I'll draw them away from you if some decide to follow," Radagast offered.

"These are Gundabad Wargs, they will outrun you," Gandalf stepped in, the others still getting over the shock.

"These are Rhosgobel Rabbits, I'd like to see them try,"

"Good, now go!" The company rushed off one direction while Radagast went another, Gandalf took a quick glance as Dracon put on a purple ring with red runes which glowed after being put on.

Once the rest company ran off Dracon took his ring out of his pocket and put it on, he felt a surge of energy as he put it on and the ring recognised him "Oh yea baby, I'm back! Hmmhahahahaa!" Dracon laughed sinisterly. A growl was heard nearby, Dracon unsheathed his sword "This is where the fun begins,"

"Dracon," A voice came from behind him, it was the Orc who was told to ask for his payment.

"Not you again! Really!?" The Orc had his own sword in hand, he was followed by many more Orcs.

"Time is up, master said that he will just take the next best thing… your armour and weapons,"

'Killing time?' the voice in Dracon's head asked. Dracon smirked "They're all yours," Dracon mentally stepped out and the voice stepped in "Killing time!" A loud roar was released that could be heard from kilometers away.

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With the Company

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Radagast the Brown was leading the Wargs and Orcs away from the rest of the company, but he was riding in circles

"Move, run!" Gandalf yelled as they were found by the pack. As they continued running the Wargs were slowly surrounding them.

"There they are!" Gloin pointed.

"This way! Quickly!"

They ran a bit more until they hit a clearing, at this point they were surrounded from all sides by the pack.

"There's more coming!" Kili warned.

"Kili! Shoot them!" Thorin shouted.

Gandalf scanned the area and spotted a large rock, he quickly rushed over to it, disappearing behind it.

"We're surrounded!" Fili shouted.

Kili was shooting at the Warg-Riders, killing some of them.

"Where is Gandalf?" Kili asked.

"He has abandoned us!" Dwalin assumed.

The Dwarves and Bilbo gathered close to each other, around the rock Gandalf disappeared behind. "Hold your ground!" Thorin commanded.

Gandalf popped up from behind a crack in the rock "This way, you fools!"

"Come on, move! Quickly, all of you! Go, go, go!"

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Dracon

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Dracon stood upon many dead bodies of Orcs and Wargs, one Orc however was trapped under the corpse of a Warg and struggled to get free, Dracon slowly walked up to it, when the Orc saw this, it struggled harder to get free, then it tried to reach for a weapon nearby, Dracon, however, stood on the blade as the Orc grabbed the hilt "Ah, ah, ah," Dracon pushed the Warg out of the way as if it were a pebble and grabbed the Orc by the throat, raised his other hand that had the ring on it and showed the Orc, "I've missssed this thing," Dracon hissed, "It hass been far too long, what do you think, Dracon? Sshould we kill him now?" 'Not yet.' Dracon's mental form said 'I have something I want to try.' "He's all yours," Dracon retook control of his body. "Now, where were we? Ah, yes," with the ringed hand he roughly put his palm on the side of the Orc's face and used his ring.

A red glow appeared under Dracon's hand and through the Orc's eyes, Dracon shoved the Orc back to the ground. The Orc slowly stood up and looked at Dracon with a blank stare "What is your bidding, Master?" The Orc asked.

"It still works," Dracon grinned "First off, what is your name?"

"Arbaur,"

"Arbaur, hm,"

"What is your next command, Master?"

"Go back to Azog, and tell him, stay out of my way," Dracon growled.

"As you wish, master," the Orc bowed and walked off.

Once the Orc was out of Dracon's sight he thought to himself "I should try being evil again later," he thought for a bit longer "Nah," he waved himself off. 'Not too bad of an idea though.' "You're probably right, maybe in the next couple of ages,"

Dracon was in the air, flying around mountains, when he saw a familiar path, he hesitated then shrugged "Eh, why not?" Dracon then dived for the path and saw an elven scout party along with Lord Elrond. "Hi," Dracon landed next to Lord Elrond's horse. Lord Elrond halted his horse and the rest of the scout party.

"Dracon, it is good to see you again," Lord Elrond greeted him.

"It is good to see you too, what are you doing out here?"

"We were hunting an Orc pack that was too close to Imraldis, I suspect it had something to do with you,"

"Me? No, I would never lead an Orc pack so close to here, Gandalf and his companions might have though,"

Lord Elrond raised an eyebrow "Companions?"

"Yea, Gandalf is helping some Dwarves reclaim Erebor,"

"Really?"

"Yea,"

"I do wonder, though, why is there a shadow covering your face?"

"Hm? Oh, yea, sorry about that," Dracon removed the 'shadow mask' that covered his face.

"Last I saw you wear that you were ashamed,"

"I don't really want to talk about it right now," the two were silent. "To Imladris?"

Elrond nodded in agreement, "To Imladris,"

The party moved along down the path to Rivendell. Dracon flew low to the ground, staying behind them a few meters.

Once the breathtaking Elven City was in view a horn was sounded to announce their arrival by one of the scouts. A familiar voice shouted "Ifridî bekâr!" Dracon face palmed "Hold ranks!"

"Really?" He muttered. The Elves circled the Dwarves who were in a tight formation. When the horses stopped Lord Elrond greeted Gandalf..

"Gandalf,"

Gandalf bowed "Lord Elrond. My friend! Where have you been?"

"We've been hunting a pack of Orcs that came up from the South. We slew a number near the Hidden Pass,"

Lord Elrond dismounted and the two hugged "Strange for Orcs to come so close to our borders. Something, or someone, has drawn them near,"

"Ah, that may have been us,"

"See? Told you," Dracon said. The company looked at him, once they did he hung his head in shame and waved his hand in front of his face, putting on the shadow mask. Gandalf however, was looking at his left hand, more specifically, his ring.

The company reluctantly turned back around to face Lord Elrond, Thorin stepped forward, "Welcome Thorin, son of Thrain," Elrond welcomed him.

"I do not believe we have met,"

"You have your grandfather's bearing. I knew Thror when he ruled under the Mountain,"

"Indeed, he made no mention of you,"

"Light the fires, bring forth the wine. We must feed our guests," Lord Elrond told some of the servants. The Dwarves, however, did not understand.

"What is he saying? Does he offer us insult?" Gloin demanded.

"No, Gloin, he is offering you all food, which is quite the opposite," Dracon corrected him.

The Dwarves then huddled together and started muttering to each other, "Ah well, in that case, lead on," Dracon rolled his eyes then rushed by the company, bowing his head to Lord Elrond as he passed him.

And that's a wrap, I haven't been this focused on a story since SCP-4000, which I am going to rewrite, just not now, as for Hiding Among Lightning and Faceless Shadow, I am thinking of deleting Hiding Among Lightning because I have lost inspiration and motivation for it, and for Faceless Shadow, I am still working on it, slowly.

Also thank you to Mjoern for reviewing and I agree, I can't wait either, although currently I am still thinking about what I will do when that happens.

See you all next chapter. :)

Also if you see any mistakes, please tell me.