Rhyfelwr y Draig

BY : Lady_Laran
Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > AU - Alternate Universe
Dragon prints: 362
Disclaimer: I don't own "the Hobbit" nor do I make any money from this story.

Author’s Note – I seriously blame the writers who incorporate dragons in their stories for this monster. I’ve no idea where I’m going with it so I’m as much in the dark as all of you! The title of the story is roughly translated as Warrior of the Dragon. I am relying on translation sites so I apologize for any errors.

 

Warnings – Alternate Universe!

 

Disclaimer – I do not own “the Hobbit” nor do I make money from this story.

 

Chapter One – Lothlórien Beginnings

 

Middle Earth was a land of beauty from the mountain kingdoms of the dwarrow to the forests of the elves. For the most part, the different races the Valar created lived in peace but it had not always been so. Morgoth, the Vala who had hated Ilúvatar’s song, had taken various races and twisted them into abominations to help Him with His perverse desires of causing chaos and darkness.

 

Warriors hand chosen by the Valar had fought together to eliminate the generals chosen by the evil Vala to bring peace to the lands. While the generals had fallen, Morgoth Himself was only held captive as the means to His demise had not yet been found.

 

With the generals gone, Morgoth’s creatures struck out occasionally at the various lands in order to cause chaos and to gain supplies for themselves. For a while, it seemed random and controllable but as the centuries passed, a pattern began to emerge and the leaders of the kingdoms eventually took notice of it as the devastation began to build.

 

Each kingdom sent a representative to Lothlórien so that the situation could be discussed with the members of the illustrious White Council in hopes of stopping the violence before it escalated to war once again.

 

And this is where our story begins…..

 

Thorin Oakenshield looked over at his sister, who rolled her eyes as the argument in the room continued on. The two had known that any debate would probably devolve into a verbal fight since people simply did not enjoy being told they were wrong.

 

According to their mother, if you put more than two royals in a room and it would become a pissing contest. The Crown Prince of Erebor was not ashamed to admit the queen was right, and he really was becoming annoyed by the tension. Sigrun and Thrain had warned them this would happen when Thorin and Dis had been asked to represent the seven dwarven clans and had cautioned them to keep their tempers as much as possible.

 

“I’m beginning to think we wasted our time, brother,” Dis murmured in his ear.

 

“Agreed,” he answered back quietly. “It seems they are more interested in proving who is wiser or greater than doing what is right for the people.”

 

Thorin struggled with his patience, but his thoughts and aggravation derailed when he caught the blue eyes of one of the Istari.

 

“You noticed him too,” Dis asked softly. “He’s been watching us since we entered the room.”

 

“Do you know who he is?”

 

“Not certain,” the princess answered. “But I think he’s got an interest in us.”

 

“If this debacle of a meeting ends, we’ll see what he wants,” Thorin murmured. “Most of the time, the Istari ignore us unless there’s something they need or want.”

 

They settled into silence, listening as the arguing continued and a headache building for the prince listening to all of this. Finally, unable to allow the din to continue, Thorin rose to his feet and slammed a hand hard onto the table.

 

“Enough,” he roared, stunning the room into silence. “We are at cross-purposes here, and nothing can be accomplished until tempers settle. I suggest we take a recess and meet tomorrow when everyone has had time to allow their ire to calm.”

 

“Prince Thorin is correct,” Lord Celeborn stated. “We have lost sight of the true issues and allowed tempers to flare. The evening meal will be served in a few hours, and we can meet again in the morning after breaking our fast.”

 

“Thank Mahal,” Dis breathed out when the room started to empty. “I was ready to break some skulls together.”

 

Thorin didn’t answer, rubbing his temples for several moments to try to ease the pounding in his head. He’d never experienced such a disaster, not even when the council was at cross-purposes as they knew better to get above a certain level when meeting with Erebor’s royal family.

 

“Prince Thorin? Princess Dis? May I have a moment of your time?”

 

The prince looked up, spotting the wizard who had been watching them during the meeting.

 

“I fear you have us at a disadvantage, Master Wizard,” he said quietly.

 

“I am Radagast the Brown,” the wizard answered, giving a small respectful bow.

 

“Well met, Master Radagast,” Dis replied, nodding her head politely. “You wished to speak with us?”

 

“I do but not here,” he replied. “Too many ears unfortunately. There’s a garden that sees little use at this time of day, if you both would mind joining me there?”

 

“Lead the way,” Thorin answered, wondering what this Istar wanted with them.

 

Radagast led them out of the room, and the trio soon found themselves in a beautiful garden. A bird soon landed on the wizard’s shoulder, chirping musically, and the Istar smiled.

 

“Good, we’re alone. Thank you, my little friend. If you and your family would keep an eye on things and make sure we’re not disturbed?”

 

The wren trilled in agreement, flying off to carry out the wizard’s request.

 

“Please sit down,” Radagast offered, heading to a small set of chairs. “Might as well be comfortable for this conversation. We shouldn’t be disturbed here, and my friends will alert us if anyone intends on entering the garden.”

 

“You must be the Maia chosen by Yavanna and Vána,” Thorin observed, pulling his sister’s chair out for her before taking his own seat.

 

“Not many know that, Prince Thorin,” the Istar said with a wide smile. “Very good, very good.”

 

“He may not look it, but Thorin is fond of history,” Dis shared as everyone got comfortable. “Not many dwarrow will pursue such a study if it doesn’t included our own race.”

 

“That might bode well for what I must discuss with you,” the taller male answered, rubbing a hand over his beard. “During your studies, have you come across any references to the dreigiau?”

 

“Dreigau, the word is familiar,” the prince stated, trying to remember where he’d seen the term before.

 

“It means dragons,” the wizard explained.

 

“I vaguely remember seeing references to them in several tomes regarding some members of the line of Durin,” Thorin commented. “There wasn’t too much on them, but the drawings showed creatures vastly different from the documented dragons that served Morgoth.”

 

“They are different and for a very good reason,” Radagast told them. “In truth, the dreigiau were not writtten of much by their creator’s request and the children of Mahal agreed to it.”

 

The siblings shared a glance, both baffled by the idea of their people withholding information from their own race. Curious, they looked back at the wizard.

 

“I think we should hear the story, Master Radagast.”

 

“I cannot say much here, Princess Dis,” he answered. “But what if I told you that there might be an answer to Middle Earth’s problems to the west of the Misty Mountains?”

 

“If that is true, why did you seek us out and not share this during the meeting,” Thorin questioned.

 

“Because only the dwarrow have the key to gaining the truth,” Radagast told him. “Elves and humans were not meant for this answer, and I can say no more until we reach our destination. Will you come with me?”

 

“You know where this answer is?”

 

“The secret has been mine to keep for centuries, but the time for secrets between siblings is at an end. I have been sent to bring both of you to where the answer waits,” the Istar shared.

 

“We will have to gain permission from our father,” Thorin stated. “He is protective of both of us and if we do this without his blessing, I have no doubt he’ll send troops after us.”

 

“You have a company of warriors with you, correct?”

 

“We do,” Dis replied. “Father would not hear of us traveling alone.”

 

“I have a bird you can use to ask for permission,” Radagast offered. “I have no doubt he’ll answer quickly since the safety of Middle Earth hinges on our success.”

 

The siblings looked at each other for several long moments, and Dis nodded in response to the silent question she read in her brother’s eyes.

 

“I’ll write the message,” she stated, blinking when quill, inkpot, and paper were thrust towards her.

 

“I never know when I need to send a letter,” the Istar smiled. “So I make a habit of keeping a supply of letter writing materials with me wherever I go.”

 

“Thank you,” she told him, accepting the supplies and began writing.

 

To His Royal Majesty

King Thrain Swiftaxe

King Under the Mountain

 

Father,

 

The meeting today went as you and Mother warned; I believe the dialogue lasted two hours before it devolved into an incredibly lengthy pissing match. Thorin was the one who finally was able to stop it so a recess could be called. Considering the comments being thrown around, I think it was only due to the no weapons in the conference room rule that kept blood from being drawn.

 

In truth, I believe we are wasting our time here in Lothlorien trying to come up with an answer to the problems with the other races. However, our time might not be considered a complete waste since we were sought out by the wizard, Radagast the Brown. He believes the answer to the problem lies to the west of the Misty Mountains and that it will fall on Mahal’s Children to find the resolution.

 

Thorin and I believe him, Father, and we ask for your permission to take the company with us and go with the wizard to where this answer lies. He is the wizard chosen by our Father’s wife to represent Her here on Arda, and I do not think he will mislead us.

 

We will wait for your response before taking action. Please give our love to Mother and remind my sons to behave for you and Mother.

 

Your daughter,

 

Dis Axedancer

Daughter of Thrain

Princess Under the Mountain

 

She rolled the letter up into a scroll, sealing it and set her signet to the hot wax befor handing it to Radagast.

 

The wizard whistled and a large bird arrived, taking the scroll and hurrying towards Erebor.

 

“My friend should be there in a few hours,” Radagast stated. “Do you think King Thrain will allow you to come with me?”

 

“I think so,” Thorin replied, rubbing his temples again as the headache pounded further. “Father is eager to see the problems Morgoth’s abominations are causing come to an end. Dwarrow enjoy a good fight, but there have been too many innocents hurt. We are not a people who will see younglings come to harm.”

 

“It’s been happening too frequently,” Dis shared. “So the sooner we can help end the threat, the better and our father wants this over and done with. The only quarrel he might have is that he and Mother will have to watch my sons for a while longer.”

 

“Rambunctious,” the wizard asked, chuckling softly when both dwarrow nodded.

 

“That’s understating it,” the prince replied. “Both enjoy causing chaos with pranks and delight in avoiding their lessons. While they will obey Grandmother, they take great pride in seeing how much they can get away with when they spend time alone with Father.”

 

“I imagine he will have a white beard by the time we return home,” the princess laughed.

 

“I am glad to see Mahal continuing to bless your line, and I hope and pray He continues to do so,” Radagast smiled. “If the Valar are willing and luck is with us, we will have the means to ensure the little princes have a future free of conflict with Morgoth’s creatures.”

 

“Mahal willing,” the siblings murmured in unison and settled themselves to wait for their father’s answer.

 

 

 

Author’s End note - Dreigiau is Welsh for dragons, and the singular form, draig, means dragon. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter; like I said in the first notes, I’m not all that sure how this is going to turn out but we’ll see where the journey takes us! ~ Laran



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