By late afternoon, the Fellowship was able to reach the a large meadow away from the Misty Mountains. At this time Aragorn urged everyone to quicken their pace. The ranger knew that many of them were already near exhaustion but it was imperative they reach the woods of Lothlorien before nightfall. Before the orcs could have time to pick up their trail.

There were only a few times where Hiccup and Toothless went back to see if they were being followed. By the time they reached this part, their trail went cold. Yet he still could not risk it. Though on the other hand, he did not know if the occupants in the forest that lies ahead would be as welcoming. Despite the courtesy that the elves in that place had shown this far.

Of course they were not evil. But they jealously guarded their borders, treating with suspicion to any other of the Free Peoples that entered their realm without their consent or otherwise. Servants of Sauron they simply killed on sight. Especially if they did not owe any alliegence with the Dark Lord himself. Aragorn hoped the Fellowship would encounter a group of Galadhrim sentries that would allow them to stay in the woods at least for the night. But that still was debatable.

As they reached the edge of the forest, their pace started to ease up. The majority of Lothlorien's forest population appeared to be tall trees with silver-grey trunks, and branches on which grew bright gold leaves. These trees reminded her of birch trees and that, given the color of their leaves, it was autumn in Middle-Earth. Hiccup knelt down to a nearby tree and examined it. Feeling a bit surprised at the fact that the trunk was softer than he anticipated.

"Stay close young hobbits," Gimli warned, cautiously. "They say a great sorceress lives in these woods."

Hiccup looked up to hear Gimli somewhat amusing tale.

"An elf witch," he continued. Of terrible power. All who look upon her, fall under her spell. And are never seen again."

As they continued, Toothless, who was at the back of the group suddenly stopped. His ears perked up and his eyes narrowed. Hiccup looked up and noticed before he went to his dragon.

"Is something wrong, bud?" he asked him.

Yet the Night Fury did not answer him. Instead he turned his head with his ears still perking up. Hiccup looked carefully, and had noticed that the way Toothless was moving, was the same type of movement when he was listening. He was hearing something. Or rather, something was talking to him. He had questions about this, ut suspected that it was this elf witch that Gimli was talking about.

But before he could be sure, Toothless suddenly leapt onto a nearby tree and started climbing it up. Hiccup would tell him to come down, had he not been so quick. By then he could barely see his dragon as he vanished into the branches. Puzzled, Hiccup decided that it was best to keep moving.

"Alright," he said to himself. "That's something you don't see everyday."

"Meanwhile, the Fellowship remained on guard as they ventured through the forest.

"Well, here is one dwarf she won't ensnare so easily," said Gimli, feeling quite confident about himself. "I have the eyes of a hawk and the ears of a fox."

However, without warning, the dwarf was suddenly halted as soon as he said these words. Mostly due to the fact that he was taken by surprise by three bows, each with arrows, aimed only inches away from his face.

Within seconds Fellowship member now had at least one arrow pointed at them by one of the company of two dozen Galadhrim sentries that had surrounded them. A number of the Fellowship's warriors cursed themselves for being taken so unaware. However, before they could push their luck even further, a tall elf wth golden hair appeared before them.

"The dwarf breathes so loudly," he said. "We could've shot him in the dark."

Hiccup almost wanted to laugh at that statement. But figured it was best that he kept it to himself in respect for the dwarf. Who growled at that comment in response. But before the elf could say anything further, he hears something that was out of the ordinary. A sound of a low snarling noise. The other elves looked to their leader in confusion when they all of a sudden pointed their arrows at his direction.

The Fellowship looked in questioning as well, when they saw Toothless appear from a tree branch just behind the elf, with his mouth agape, and his throat lit with a blue color. Ready to blow this elf's head sky high. Yet the elf didn't seemed to be quite calm with this.

"So," he said, with his hands relaxed. "This is the beast our Lady spoke of? I kind of wasn't expecting you to have the senses of an elf."

"Well, when you put it that way," said Hiccup as he squeezed through the group until he was in front. "He does seem to shoot first, doesn't he?"

The elf then turned to see the viking boy. And was somewhat surprised.

"The man of the prohecy," he says. "I thought you'd be taller."

"Yeah, well go figure," Hiccup said in response. "I figured that Elrond would tell you about our arrival."

He then signaled Toothless to come down and relax. Knowing that there was some good that they have come acrossed so far.

As nightfall came, the Fellowship was taken to a on a platform that the Galadhrim had built high on a Mallorn-tree. There, they were told to wait while they tried to figure the situation out. During this time, they were able to get to know the elf whom they were talking to.

"Welcome Legolas," he greeted in evlish. "Son of Thrandruil."

"Our Fellowship stands in your debt." Legolas says in return. "Haldir of Lórien."

Then the elf identified as Haldir, turned to Aragorn. As if he knew him too.

"Ah, Aragorn of the Dúnedain," he told him. "You are known to us."

Aragorn responded with a courteous nod.

"Haldir."

"So much for the legendary courtesy of the Elves," Gimli spoke, feeling a bit annoyed. "Speak words we can also understand!"

"We have not had dealings with the dwarves since the Dark Days," Haldir responded, not feeling amused to the dwarf's words.

"And you know what this dwaf says to that? Ishkhaqwi ai durugnul!"

Everyone froze after he makes that statement. One that made Haldir most disappointed, and Aragorn to turn back to the dwarf with an unpleasant scowl.

"That was not so courteous," he said to him.

"Hah," Hiccup blurted out in amusement. "You should see the courtesy of vikings."

Though as he was busy puttig the dwarf in his place, Haldir took his attention to Frodo, sensing the very power that he carries with him.

"You brng great evil with you," he says to the hobbit before turning back to Aragorn. "You can go no further."

In conclusion to this, they were forced to wait even firther as Aragorn talked to Haldir, and argued with him while trying to convince him to take them to Lothlórien. Though it did give Hiccup time to check his equipment to see what he had left. From what he looked at in Toothless's saddlebags, he saw that he had seven more cannisters left, and only a few more bottles of monstrous nightmare gel. That along with his combat knife that he stashed in his elbow pocket.

From what he counted, he made at least twenty cannisters and almost thirteen bottles of the gel. He knew that he was gona have to craft more if he were to stay combat ready. Perhaps he could craft some more at this new place whom the elves were debating to take them to. As he finished up, he looked over to Frodo, who saw that he was still saddened over Gandalf's death. But before he could say something, Boromir beat him to the first sentence.

"Gandalf's death was not in vain," he told the hobbit. "Nor would he have you give up hope. You carry a heavy burden Frodo. Don't carry the wait of the dead."

"He's right, ya'know," said Hiccup, as he pitched into the conversation. "To do so would cost so much. Gandalf would've wanted you to go forward. Never backwards. I did that once, and I lost my father. And almost lost Toothless. But instead of moping in bitter grief, I pressed on, and I think that we can all agree that you would do the same. But not for yourself, but for Gandalf. It's not over Frodo. Not yet."

For once, Boromir actually agreed with him. Even though he had his suspicions before. He still does, but not as much anymore since he had shown his qualities. Maybe even less now.

By then Frodo went over to sit next to Sam. During that time Hiccup sat down ear Boromir while sharpening his sword. The Gondorian wanted to say something to him, but did not know how to express it.

"Listen," he said, not knowing ho to put it. "Back at Rivendell..."

"It's fine Boromir," he reassurd the captain. "I get it. It's kinda tough to trust people you don't see everyday. Before I met Toothless, everyone saw me as the runt of the village. Told me I was useless, and cowardly because of my appearance. I never got any respect from them then."

"But I was wrong to judge you in that manner," Boromir added. "You are much more than that 're a good man Master Hiccup. A brave soldier. You may even make a good commander."

"Really?" he asked him.

"Well, maybe as great as my brother Faramir."

Hiccup chuckled then. Feeling the tension that they had in the past slip away. Though the moment was interrupted when Haldir made an announcement.

"You will follow me."

Then they were on the move as they followed Haldir and the elves accompanying him deep within the forest. By the time morning came, the caravan that they traveled with reached a high ridge by late afternoon where they were met by two other Galadhrim sentries. Looking east from the ridge, the Fellowship could see a misty valley that led to a great rising glade of trees. Hiccup thought it may have been a trick of the dying daylight reflecting off the mist, but she was sure that rays of light appeared to radiate from the glade.

"Caras Galadhon," Haldir announced to the Fellowship. "The heart of Elvendom in Middle-earth. Realm of the Lord Celeborn and Galadriel, Lady of Light."

Within a couple of minutes, the Fellowshup found themselves climbing a winding way among the great trees of the place. With rays of the evening sun streaming through their trunks. Hiccup was the first to admit to himself that this was a place of true beauty. Almost as beautiful as Rivendell, by which he felt so impressed with.

As for the elves themselves, they too seemed to be enchanting. Though most of them had their eyes glued to the Night Fury. Which drew the guard of many sentries that never took their eyes off him. Toothless responded with a growl, but Hiccup reassured him that they mean no harm to him. At least, for now. It was not to be certain.

It took hours for them to reach the top of the tree. To the point where night fell. From there, they climbed the final twisted staircase that lead to the top, passing glimmering lights of silver and blue. Far above them, the silhouetted shapes of the tree branches loomed. Showing numerous platforms that stretched for miles across the great tree. And after a couple more flights of steps they came to a great palace, which was lit with silvery light.

Haldir stood to the right of the Fellowship as Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel began descending the stairs. At first the Lord and Lady's features were hard to discern due to the light cast around the pair. But Hiccup was just as opened mouthed as Pippin and Merry when the pair were finally revealed in their full splendor.

The couple appeared to be of equal height, each being about six feet. Seemingly like all male Galadhrim, Celeborn had long blond hair and wore a robe of silver and grey. He possessed a regal look, and demeanor fitting for his position as the Lord of Lothlorien. But it was Galadriel that truly captured the attention of both viking and dragon. She wore a long, white dress that reached her ankles and a golden, circlet was on her head. Her long golden tresses that fell all the way to her lower back complemented her flawless white-skinned complexion.

"The Enemy knows you have entered here," Celeborn spoke first. "What hope you had in secrecy is not gone. Ten there are here, yet eleven there were set out from Rivendell. Tell me, where is Gandalf?

As he continued to question them Lady Galadriel's eyes flickered to Aragorns, whom looked up to her with descent.

"For I much desire to speak with him," Celeborn continued. "I can no longer see him from afar."

As he spoke, Galadriel turned and looked to Aragorn. She didn't turn, really- just moved her eyes a little. But with that one glance, she seemed to understand.

"Gandalf the Grey did not pass the borders of this land," she said as she seemingly read his mind. "He has fallen into shadow."

Aragorn nodded slightly. Confirming that what she says is true.

"He was taken by both Shadow and Flame," Legolas backed up. "A Balrog of Morgoth."

Celeborn's sorrow and surprise is evident. Hiccup could see it in his face.

"For we went needlessly into the net of Moria," Legolas finished up.

"Needless were none of the deeds of Gandalf in life," the Lady reassured the group. "We do not yet know his whole purpose."

She paused for a moment to see Gimli bowing his head in sadness, while knowing very well that he was the one who had suggested that they would go through the mines while trying to avoid the wrath of Saruman.

"Do not let the great emptiness of Khazad-dûm fill your heart, Gimli, son of Glóin," she says while trying to comfort the dwarf. "For the world has grown full of peril, and in all lands, love is now mingled with grief."

Boromir turned his pained face to the Lady, blinking and swallowing hard while taking in the heavy burden that he has carried within himself. The Lady stared back at the Gondorian, starlight glimmering in her eyes. Only for Boromir to looks away while weeping to himself.

Hiccup sensed that something was up with Boromir, but he could not say what.

"I am sorry for your loss," Celeborn interrupted. "It is extremely heavy, but if I may ask. Where is your eleventh member?"

"That would be me, your highness," Hiccup said as he stepped forward. "Along with my closest friend who you all would know as a dragon."

By then the Night Fury was able to show himself to the two elves. Whom became more intrigued by the dragon and his appearance than the boy.

"So, this is the boy of the prophecy," the elf lord commented. "Your presence has been most expected."

"If you may, mi'lord and lady," Hiccup stated respectfully. "My name is Hiccup Haddock son of Stock the Vast, and this is my dragon Toothless, the Night Fury."

As Hiccup continued to properly give them an introduction, Galadriel stares into the eyes of the dragon himself. Who seemed to be put on edge just looking at her.

"You are not of this world," she says in the Night Fury's head. "You do not speak as the others do, yet you have their strength, their power, and their devotion. Surely you and the boy know enough, but there is still much of yourself that you do not understand. There is much for you to learn. There is a lot of potential within your heart."

Toothless then took his eyes off her, and nervously backed up. Hiccup noticed this and motioned something to his dragon with his hand.

"My apologies your highness," Hiccup reassured. "Toothless can get a little nervous around new people."

"As you wish, Master Hiccup," Galadriel reconciled, though she did not take her eyes off of Toothless.

"What now becomes of this Fellowship?" asked Celeborn. "Without Gandalf, hope is lost. For the path to Mordor, is yet a dangerous road."

"The quest stills stands upon the edge of a knife," Galadriel states as she looked to Sam. "Stray but a little and it will fail, to the ruin of all. Yet hope remains, while the company is true. Do not let your hearts be trouble. Go now and rest, you are weary with sorrow and much toil. Tonight you will sleep in peace."

Several hours later...

That night, they all slept on the ground level just under the shelter of a tent, and some very large roots. While unpacking, Legolas had tilted his head up, listening. The elves were singing something in their own language

"A lament for Gandalf," he commented.

Merry listened for a moment.

"What do they say about him?" He asked quietly.

Legolas paused. Still listening to the singing.

"I have not the heart to tell you. For me, the grief is still too near." he said.

During this time, Gimli was asleep by now, having unpacked before the others. Aragorn was sharpening his sword, while the hobbits unrolled their blankets. Hiccup ended up having to make a hammock swing inside a little tent since he found out that he had been quashed by the weight of his own dragon for the last six months. And the Night Fury himself was looking upward. Also listening to the singing.

"I bet they don't mention his fireworks," Sam commented. "There should be a verse about them."

He then pasued for a second before standing up and carrying on.

"The finest rockets ever seen," he continued. They burst in stars of blue and green. Or after thunder, silver showers. Came falling like a, rain of flowers."

As he spoke of his own verse, Aragorn swats Gimli's pillow after being so annoyed with his snoring. One of which made Hiccup snickered a bit. Afterwards,Sam sighed and sat down again.

"That doesn't do them justice by a long road," he muttered.

Hiiccup then looked onto Aragorn, whom had already got up and went to talk to Boromir. He wanted to come with, but was stopped when Toothless came from behind and nudged his shoulder.

"It's alright bud," he reassured his best friend. "We'll be safe for now. Go get some rest."

Afterwards, Toothless ignited the floor into a circle before laying down and dozing off into his sleep.

Several more hours later...

As night continued to cover the glimmering stars of Lothlorien, Toothless was dazed out on his side right next to Hiccup. Apparently he changed his sleeping position to the point where he was right beside Hiccup. His wings extended out and his tail flattened just behind him and hanging to the ground. He snored roughly as his tongue laid out.

His right hind leg twitched a bit and his tail flickered while still hanging. And pretty soon, he slowly started to wake up. His eyes looking dreary as he started to see blurriness. But through this moment of dullness, he began to detect a sudden disturbance around him. Someone was near the area. he could not tell what it was, but a familiar scent was near. His eyes shot out and he flipped onto his belly while lifting his head off.

Though he did not realize that Hiccup slipped off the hammock and fell to the ground.

"Toothless," he called in his sleep. "No its too early!"

The Night Fury ignored his rider's calls and instead looked around for a few times before sniffing the air. Trying to catch the scent of this new feeling. He after looking about, he glances at the direction of the tent entrance. He walks towards it and takes a peak outside. At first, he saw nothing. He sniffed a little before looking to his left. And still nothing. He looked to his right and saw the back of someone very mysterious before watching them disappearing behind a tree.

Cautiously, Toothless glanced around before quietly exiting the tent. He then carefully steps over the sleeping hobbits and slowly began to follow the path that this mysterious person took. Throughout his journey, the Night Fury found himself in an open are with several levels of stairs leading to the ground below. Once he reached it, he saw a shallow silver bowl in the middle of the ground floor. Added with a small stream just nearby.

The Night Fury glanced in both directions to see if anyone was there, before slowly making his way to it. He did not know what it was. But curiosity got the better of him. A nature most dragons succumb to. Which wasn't necessarily his intent. But still, it was something that he would go by as an instinct. By the time he could reach the middle of the ornate, he stood on his hind legs and put his fore paws around the sides of it. From that position he was able to look down at the silver bowl in the middle.

He sniffed it a couple times out of self-interest. Wanting to know what it was and more specifically, why was it just sitting here in the middle of this ornate. He did not know what to do next. From what he could tell this was surely not drinking water. Or at least it did not look like it. However, before he could assume the next step, began to notice what looked like a stream coming from the water inside the bowl. He looked into it, but then began to see something strange with the water.

And before he knew it, the water began to turn into some type of image of a small boy looking over the horizon. When it turned around, the dragon was surprised to see that the image was Hiccup. Smiling at him like he would usually do. Then the water began to change images, showing the Berk and the coexistence between their kind, and the vikings. From what he could see, everything looked peaceful. But as the images changed again, it changed to a much darker scene. To the time when both species were at war against each other.

Then it changed to the time Hiccup shot him from the sky. He could still remember that moment till this day. His was scared, frightened, fearing for his own life. Then Hiccup released him and changed everything. Before he could second guess again, the images showed to the time he got captured in the kill ring the day of Hiccup's final exam. He could see the look on Stoick's face as his men pinned him down. That was a really rough day for him. The day that they chained him up like an animal, and used him to navigate the viking forces into the direction of the Dragon's Nest.

Then the images changed to the time he was freed and he and Hiccup defeated the Red Death. He could see himself diving into the exploding flames and reaching out to save his best friend. That was a day that changed the lives of both dragon and viking alike. But not for long. Soon the image began to show the time the Bewilderbeest took control of him and forced him to kill his best friend. Only to take the life of his father instead. That day wasn't the best in his opinion. He was lost, scared and confused. And to think that he was the one who killed Stoick, and not realizing it was just dreadful.

Even the look on Hiccup's face when he told him to scram was petrifying. To see all of the hate and anger that his best friend poured into him, was something he would never forget. But than there was the time he freed him. To see the love and compassion that his companion had showed, despite what he did. The image than showed the battle at Berk, and the inevitable defeat of Drago and his pet. He watched himself blast at that bewildered creature and watch it disappear into the water's edge. Then he saw an image of himself becoming the alpha and watched all of the other dragons bow before him. That was a glorious moment in his life. For he had become the king of all dragons, and made Hiccup, and himself proud.

However, that glorious moment was to be short lived when the images in the water began to change once again. But this time, he saw three small green buildings with a bridge not too far from it. From there he could see six children running through the green fields as what would appear to be farmers in the background of it, planting seeds like usual farmers would do. The people turned out to be hobbits due to their size. And from what he could see, the town that they were in was in happiness, with people in their highest level of peace. However, that peace was to be shattered, as the building changed into shadow and flame.

Soon the hobbits ran in fear as orcs began to chase after them. Cutting some of them down before rounding up the rest. Then the image changed to a scene where a line of hobbits were driving a mill to work as slaves to the further monstrosities. But there was much more to that than he thought. Soon the images began to show the orcs invading their lands. Shooting down dragons and battling the vikings in combat. In the aftermath, they lost. And another image showed Hiccup and the gang on their knees in front of a man he had a large helmet, and a giant mace.

He watched as the man lifted it up, and struck it down onto his partner. Eventually shattering his face. It was an awful thing to witness. And soon, he watched the others being chained up and taken into a portal, where they would be enslaved as well. As for the dragons, he saw a majority of them in chained while others were wearing armor. He saw most of his friends being tortured by the orcs. Either being whipped or branded it makes no matter. They were both just as deadly.

And pretty soon, he began to see more images. Much more rapidly this time. He saw a great battle take place, with orcs battling humans in a large city. Another image followed, with a nazgul riding a fell beast, about to strike down a man on a horse. As the images started to show, he could hear things. Voices gnawing in his antennas. Those voices turned into roars and shrieks. And the last image that appeared was a giant monster with spikes on its back, shrieking at the sky with a thunderous roar while shooting a giant blue beam in the sky.

With a yelp, Toothless quickly removed his head from the bowl and jumped back. Almost tripping himself as he stumbled back. He panted heavily, taking in deep breathes as he stared at the ornate in shock. These were mere illusions, but some of which held important pieces of the past. How did this thing know about it. What kind of sorcery was this?

"I know what it is you saw," a voice from behind called.

Toothless spun around and saw the Lady Galadriel standing by the stairs. His guard was almost immediately up, but the tension in his muscles started to ease up once he realized that she was not a foe. She began to walk towards the mirror, though the Night Fury kept his distance. He did not know if he was safe to be around her, despite her appealing appearance. Yet somehow, he had a feeling that she was somewhat familiar.

He could tell from her voice. But he was not certain.

"For it is also in my mind," she continued. "It is what would come to pass, if you should fail."

Toothless looked back to the mirror, and then back at Galadriel. Of course she would have an idea of what he was getting at.

"The mirror has the power to show many things," she explained as she began to stroke the edge of the ornate with her right hand while walking alongside it to the right of the dragon. "Things that were, things that are, and some things that have not yet come to pass."

Toothless then began to walk towards his left side while staring at the mirror.

"What you saw was just a fracture what what should happen if your quest should fail," she began to justify. "The Fellowship is breaking. He will try to take the Ring from Frodo."

Toothless paused for a second. Trying to get an incline of whom she was talking about. Who would be stupid enough to break the oath that was made in Rivendell and take the Ring of Power? Though only one man has tried. At least, not intentionally. After a moment of thinking though, it hit him. It was so obvious. He should have seen this coming.

"You know of who I speak," Galadriel began to remind him, even though he already knew. "The same will happen to the others. One by one, it will destroy them all. Even your partner. But you.."

She stopped dead in her tracks and began to stare at the dragon. Toothless in return paused and looked back at her. Seeing her blue eyes staring into his. She soon began to walk towards him. Taking slow, drastic steps. The Night Fury began to feel uneasy. Taking several steps back for every step she took. His eyes glances in different directions before focusing back on the Elf-Lady in front of him.

"...You can save him. Save us all." By then she was already at eye level with the creature. Toothless did not know if he should either make a run for it or not. But all he could do now was just look at Galadriel. Unsure of what she was going to do.

"For you, King of Dragons," she said, in a low, soft voice. ""You are the last decendant, of a power beyond this world."

Toothless was confused as to what she meant. Then he recounted the last image that he saw in the mirror, and could not believe what she was telling him. Was it that he could be related to that thing in the image? How? That was impossible. He was a Night Fury. Let alone a dragon. To be related to a thing such as that was something that could never really happen.

And next thing he knew, he saw her bring her right hand up. Slowly reaching for him. He did not know if it was a good sign or not.

"You are capable of so many wonders," she began to whisper. "Your power. Your courage. Your devotion. Can be the key to save Middle Earth, and so much more."

Then, in a soft manner, she began to touch the side of his head. His eyes immediately closed. He felt her warm hand caress his scales, and stroke alongside his neck. For an elf he never knew that her hands could be so gentle. Though when he opened them, he looked at her in disbelief of what she had told him. He felt that it was impossible to believe.

"Search your feelings," she said softly. "You are more powerful than you think you are."

He still did not know of what she was getting at. But before he could search for an answer, he remembered Moria. Of how he simultaneously killed that cave troll that attacked him and the Fellowship. He had never did such a thing like that in his life, and never even thought about it. Could it be true? Could the Elf-Lady's words speak in straight up facts? There was only one way to find out.

He turned his head and looked at his tail. Looking at the red prosthetic that stood out. From that position, the smallest spike by the end of the tail started to glow blue. It shined in the glistening moonlight. Pretty soon the glow began to travel up his back. Leaving a blue trail amongst all of the spikes. As the glow traveled to his head, he turned back to Galadriel with his eyes closed. By then the Night Fury began to sit up. With his back still glowing in sapphire blue. A rumbling sound started to sound off slowly.

Then Toothless opened his eyes, with his pupil being noticed that she had backed away from him as he started glowing up. He looked to her for approval, and in return, she gave him a nod. And just like that, Toothless stood up on his hind legs, spread out his wings, threw his head back and fired a bright blue beam straight into the sky. Adding with a shrieking roar. And in that moment, Galadriel smiled. Her confidence drew more widely than before.

As for the beam itself, it lit up like a beacon. Elves from all over Lothorien became aware of it and watched. It was unlike anything no one has ever seen. Though after another moment or two, Toothless ceased firing. Letting out a low moaning sound as he brought his head down. Then he looked to Galadriel, and from what she could tell from the way she was looking at him, she was not disappointed.

"Given time, " she began to say. "You will master your true potential. And given to your capacity for courage, you shall never change. So long as you and your friend continue to fight for what is right, you will continue to fight for what is right, you will be forged into a leader. A leader worthy of all whom you should ever encounter. Yet such power is not given, it is earned."

Toothless began to take her words to account deeply. Never in his life has anyone spoke to him with such dignity. And never in his hundred years of living has he had a purpose that would be much more important to others. Before he could leave though, she cupped her hands on the side of his face. And stood into his eyes once again.

"Return now to the Fellowship," she then said. "Continue this quest. Destroy the Ring, and become the hero you were always meant to be. For this is, and always has been... your destiny."

Hey everyone! Sorry for the long wait but I was hold up from a lot of things. For everyone who has read my recent work, please disregard the author's note above it. This may be my last update for a long while. I will let you all know when I update soon enough. But this is not over! I promise you that. I will still not rest until this story is finished. Even if it takes me another 2 years to finish it. Okay everyone, this is Gunslinger245 signing out!