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My ....tiefling...opaly... dragony gworl, Ari
I looooove opals
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Some headcanons about how Dragons work in Tangled. Or at least in the seven kingdoms. And a little background about them
The particular species that Little Big Guy is actually has quite a few names. In Bayangor it's called a Pterronsaur. A bastardized form is a Terrorsaur, which is what it's called in Pittsford. Galcrestans call it Melter. In the Barbaric Archipelago it's called a Copycat or Mimicwing. Neserdnians call them Taniwha or sometimes FireFish. Meanwhile, in Corona, Saporia, Equis and other kingdoms, it's called a Reptilia Aves, or a Cherubin. A more urbanized name in Corona is Cherubwing
Cherubins are the only European species of dragon that's native to the seven kingdoms in the south and not the Barbaric Archipelago
They used to be abundant in Saporia, but migrated south to Koto after the Union
When Saporia was still around they were a HUGE part of Saporian culture. Dragons were beloved pets, modes of transportation, fire breathing guard dogs, and easy fuel for their ships. Sometimes they would even use their scales as armor.
Because they breathe fire, Saporians believed that dragons were directly born from Skinandi
Koto doesn't hold them nearly in as high of a regard, but they've still made a ton of conservation efforts to protect dragons
Ingvarr is the last kingdoms that still rides dragons
After the Union and after Shampanier's death, Corona and a few other kingdoms began hunting down dragons akin to the way buffalos and sperm whales were hunted down. If it weren't for Koto they would've gone extinct
It's believed in Bayangor that their ability to adapt the traits of their loved ones is either an advanced form of imprinting or a way to keep young draclings from being attacked by predators
Neserdnia is their breeding and nesting grounds
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Unexpected Fate
INHERITANCE CYCLE (ERAGON) AND LOTR CROSSOVER.
VILANSIA AND HER DRAGON, SVELLEVARINA, HAVE SPENT MANY YEARS TRAINING YOUNG DRAGON RIDERS ALONGSIDE ERAGON AND SAPHIRA. BUT, THEIR TIME OF ADVENTURE HAS COME. THE PEOPLE OF MIDDLE EARTH HAVE CALLED FOR AID AND ALAGAESIA WILL ANSWER
Chapter 8: The Gifts of Galadriel
Before I was a rider, I was made of simplicity. Routines shaped my life and very rarely was I found partaking in activities outside of them. It was dull most of the time, though I had no room to complain. It was consistent and predictable, something I found to not be an entirely bad thing. My restlessness grew, however, as I did over the years. Arya Drotting could see the ache in my heart for something more outside the wooden walls of the Great Hall. I had spent some time on the Rider Island whenever the queen made a required appearance for the graduation of those becoming true dragon riders and guardians of Alagaesia. I was always drawn to Saphira as she was to me and she had always shared flashing images and sounds of ancient stories within my mind. Firnen would contribute also, and I relished the company of the two dragons. I admit, it was hard to separate me from either of them, even once I was a young Elven adult. It was no surprise to anyone, I think, that I was chosen to partake in the ceremony to become a rider. There was a twist, however, a surprise that I surely did not anticipate: I was given the incredible honor to be given one of Saphira and Firnen's eggs. As such, my ceremony was incredibly different, held in private before Arya and Eragon with their respective dragons overseeing it. The pearl white egg was placed in front of me as I sat cross-legged in the grass. It was my only chance of becoming a rider, if this egg did not hatch for me, my life would then return to one of unchanging routine.
Within minutes the egg cracked, splitting open in fragments as the hatchling inside chirped and squealed, taking in the outside air. My heart raced as the dracling turned to me, tilting its head as it observed me. With small jumps she hopped directly into my lap, shaking the egg membrane off her wings before climbing up my side to perch on my shoulder. I heard her gentle snorts in my ear as she sniffed my hair. With a deep breath, I reached my right hand up to her tiny head. She cooed once, then pushed her snout forward, connecting with my palm. Pain ripped through me like hot fire in my veins as the mark of a dragon rider was forever burned into the palm of my hand. Her mind melded with my own, her newborn curiosity flooding my thoughts.
At the sight of Saphira and Firnen, the hatchling chirped, jumping down from my shoulder to run directly to them. I felt her joy and recognition, her instincts telling her that these were her dam and sire, respectively. I stood, making my way over to stand next to Arya Drotting and Eragon, watching the hatchling climb all over her two parents, her tail twitching with happiness and security.
"I cannot believe she hatched for me," I whispered.
Arya regarded me curiously for a moment, her slanted green eyes flashing, glancing at Eragon once. "It is fate, Vilansia. You were meant to be the rider of Firnen and Saphira's hatchling,"
Saphira hummed as the sparkling white dracling balanced on her snout, with tiny wings spread to help her balance as her mother lifted her head high above the ground.
"Fate," I tested the word on my tongue. Was there truly such a thing?
Arya offered a small smile as Eragon rested a hand on my shoulder, his brown eyes soft. "The two of you are destined for great things, of that I am sure. Both of your heritage will most certainly attest to that," I smiled at the two of them, though Eragon felt my uncertainly. "Take heart, you are still young yet, there is much for you to learn and experience," he switched to the Ancient Language. "Saphira and I will be there to guide you and your dragon, there is no need to worry,"
"As will we," Arya added, speaking for herself and Firnen. "We always have, that will never change,"
The hatchling had jumped off Saphira's snout, her wings spread tightly to help her glide back down to earth. She marched over to me, cooing at my feet. I scooped the tiny dragon up in my arms, holding her tightly against my chest and her happiness washed over my mind.
Fate. What a simple and powerful word. "Well, little one, you were certainly unexpected, weren't you?" I spoke with my thoughts to the hatchling. Her emerald coloured eyes peered up at me, blinking once. Through our connection, I could feel her understanding.
"Vilansia?" a voice called to me.
I shifted, forcing my eyes to focus on the figure before me. Aragorn crouched in front of me, his brows furrowed in concern. I sat up straight against the side of my dragon.
"We have been summoned to meet with the Lord and Lady. You must be quick to gather your things and wake your dragon," he stood to his full height. "I take it they wish to see us off soon,"
"Of course, my apologies," I said to him before he walked away.
I rubbed my temple, the memory fading away to the back of my mind. I placed a hand on Svellevarina's hard scales behind me, pushing my mind against hers to ease her awake. She shifted as her dreams faded away, rustling her wings against her. Svell lifted her head, her forked tongue snaking out in front of her to taste the air.
"We are leaving?" she asked me.
I heaved the saddle into my arms, lifting it up with me as I climbed up her legs to set it in place. "It would seem so,"
I climbed back down and tightened the belt that held my rider's blade around my waist. The fellowship was led away from the glowing city and towards the sound of a rushing river. We were met with a group of Lothlorien Elves that stood with the Lord and Lady.
Lord Celeborn regarded each of us as the group of Lorien Elves clasped soft green cloaks around our shoulders. "Never before have we clad strangers in the garb of our own people. May these cloaks shield you from unfriendly eyes,"
Svell sniffed the cloak on my back in curiosity. Indeed, it was unlike any material that my own people possessed but that's not to say that was a particularly bad thing. It was a thick but comfortable material that reached just below my knees. It was held together by an emerald green clasp that rested at my collar bone, shaped like a curled leaf. It was certainly a handsome gift.
The Fellowship was directed to a set of three canoes that rested on the riverbank. Packs of supplies were piled in front of them. Boromir and Legolas got to work distributing everything based on who would be in what canoe. The Hobbits stood together on the riverbank until Pippin found some portions of bread, who didn't hesitate to unpack a few and begin snacking. I watched for a moment while Aragorn was motioned away from the group by Lord Celeborn. I turned my attention away, not wanting to pry on their conversation.
Svell lapped up some of the river, streams of water falling from her jaw as she scooped the liquid in her jaw and drank. The water itself was a bright blue, the riverbed made of light grey rocks. Even the outskirts of this Elven city were beautiful.
Legolas held up a tightly wrapped package of bread. "Lembas, Elvish waybread," he informed us. "One small bite is enough to fill the stomach of a grown man," he took a small bite of it before carefully wrapping it back up again and placing it with the rest in his canoe.
"How many did you eat, Pip," Merry asked in a hushed tone.
"Four," he replied simply. After a moment of silence, the Hobbit belched, earning a look of disproval from his cousin.
"It would seem the young Hobbit has the stomach of a dragon!" Svellevarina remarked fondly. This cased Pippin to grin widely with pride at what he perceived as a compliment.
The four Hobbits were beckoned away from the rest of us as Aragorn returned. He was quick to help pack up our supplies but said nothing to hint about why each of us was being called away. I decided to pay no mind. If it did not involve me there was no use muddying my mind with things that were not my business. Until Legolas instructed my dragon and me to meet with the Lord and Lady after his turn was done. I glanced at Svell briefly before making my way to the forest line of trees where the leaders of Lothlorien waited for us.
Lady Galadriel offered a smile as she extended her arm, beckoning us to follow her further. I walked beside the Lady of Light, her sparkling white gown trailing behind her in the soft grass. Lord Celeborn remained at the tree line, watching the Fellowship pack up.
"I never thought it possible for dragon riders to exist in my lifetime," she said suddenly. I peered at her through the corner of my eye. Her face was expressionless, her demeanor calm and contained as the sunlight reflected off her golden hair. "Indeed, I have experienced many of your lifetimes over. You are still so young to the world, lady Elf." Her sharp eyes met my own as she came to a stop. "Perhaps you and your dragon's presence is a sign that progress is possible. You must understand, Middle Earth's experience with dragons is not exactly a good one."
Svell snorted, drawing Galadriel's attention to her. "I mean no disrespect, o'dragon. I know your heart. You mean no harm to Middle Earth or it's people,"
"We come to protect this world's citizenry. My home has faced its own time of tyranny, no one should have to experience such hardship," I replied, my hand resting on the hilt of my blade.
She inclined her head. "Be cautious, dragon rider. Not all experiences are the same," she sighed softly. "Alas, you are here to help, this I understand and appreciate. While I cannot tell you what your fate may be here in Middle Earth, I do offer my blessing to you both."
"Elrun ono, thank you Lady Galadriel," I said with a bow.
"The journey ahead will be perilous, however. Reserve your better judgment and remember why you are here," she added.
"We will not forget our mission, Lady of Light," Svell replied.
The Elven lady regarded us for a moment before the corners of her lips lifted slightly in a tight smile. "I offer something to you now in hopes that it will be of great use," the same group of Elves that supplied the cloaks for the Fellowship stepped forward from the shadow of the trees. Whatever they carried was covered with soft cloths, hiding them from the elements and from view. "Please, take a look,"
Two Elves bowed their heads as they held out their arms to me, the two of them carrying the bundle together. Svell dropped her head so that it was just above my shoulder so she could look as well. I carefully unwrapped the cloth to reveal shining metal. As I unveiled the rest, we were able to fully see what the large object was. It was a helmet of pure white, lined with gold around the edges, shaped perfectly to fit Svellevarina for battle.
I couldn't hold back a gasp as my fingers traced the edges of the jawline. "This is a beautiful piece of work, I cannot possibly express my gratitude in the common tongue,"
Galadriel smiled. "There is no need, young one. All I ask is that you accept it with grace and trust it to protect your soul partner,"
"I will wear this armour with great pride. Elrun ono, Lady of Light, I couldn't ask for more beautiful armour," Svellevarina said to her.
"The smiths here had hoped to match your own beauty, o'dragon. Admittedly, there is nothing on this earth that could match your majesty, but I do know that this armour will protect you in any situation you may face," she paused. "The material is unique to the Elves of Middle Earth and is incredibly rare in the current era. Though, you have seen it before." She came to stand beside me as I gazed upon the white helmet in awe. "It is Elvish mithril, a sacred metal, one that can withstand the most intense of blows, comparable to dragon scales themselves,"
"Elrun ono, Lady Galadriel. We are incredibly honored by this gift," Svell replied.
"We appreciate your generosity, alfa-kona," I added.
"Come, the Fellowship mustn't waste more time here. The road ahead of you is long," her blue eyes shone as I felt her presence push against my mind. I released my barriers in a show of trust. She spoke within my mind then to both Svell and I: "The task before you both is certainly daunting but know that you were sent here for a reason. Fate is a delicate thing and every choice you make influences it for good or ill. Take heart, you may be young but you are wise and strong. On behalf of my people, I thank you for taking up this mantle,"
I let Svell reply for the both of us, as she let our emotions of gratitude and awe wash over Galadriel's mind. Her expression showed us that she understood the significance of our appreciation. The allowed the group of Elves to pack away the mithril armour in the saddlebags on Svell's back before we joined the Fellowship on the riverbank.
Soon after, we were off, Legolas, Gimli, and I in one canoe, with Boromir, Merry, and Pippin in the second. Aragorn, Frodo, and Sam took the lead up the river while Svell swam in the cool water next to them. We sped past the borders of Lothlorien as the Lord and Lady watched us go, their hands held up in farewell. I noticed the forest grow increasingly dense, the air thick and dark within the trees once we left Lothlorien, something that caused some apprehension within me.
"I have taken my worst wound at this parting," Gimli said, breaking the silence, "having looked my last upon that which is fairest. Ah, henceforth I will call nothing fair unless it be her gift to me,"
I felt Legolas shift behind me. "What was her gift?"
"I asked for one hair on her golden head. She gave me three,"
I glanced at the Elf behind me to see a smile on his face at Gimli's response. Such a gift in Alagaesia would be incredibly unlikely, due to the ability for one to manipulate the gift through magic to the detriment of the giver. I made the assumption, then, that this explained the significance of the Lady's gift to the Dwarf. Her generosity seemed to know no bounds and demonstrated her hope in us all. I continued to row, moving us along the river with the flow of the current, her voice echoing in my mind. Part of me hoped that this would not be the only chance of meeting her.
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Translations from the Ancient Language:
Dröttning - Queen
Elrun ono - Thank you
älfakona - Elf woman
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#LOTR#slow burn#LOTR Crossover#lotr eragon crossover#lotr fanfiction#eragon crossover#eragonfanfic#friends to lovers#Crossover fanfiction#crossover fanfic#mutual feelings#mutual pining#original characters#legolas greenleaf#legolas x oc#Requited Love#requited feelings#inheritance cycle#fanfiction#Eragon#inheritance cycle fanfiction#thanks for reading!
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Sketching out another drawing to become a coloring page. This is Gemini and her three youngest draclings: Embyr, Cinder, and Ash. Enjoy the before and after I added the kids.
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Random Character Drabbles incoming +list of characters
Doing some writing exercises to get me back into the swing of things. So I have written down the characters I want to write and put them in a list. I will be using a random thing picker for this list, but if anybody wants to see certain characters feel free to let me know! List below the cut. There’s plenty of new ones and old returning favorites. Or if you want to know anything about them, just ask.
Pam -Werewolf, level headed, unflinchingly loyal, Nursing student
Richter -Human, Giant’s familiar, anthropologist wannabe, metathesiophobic
Archibald -Earth giant, irritable, sorcerer, giant equivalent of crazy cat lady
Amelia -Orc white mage, Looks hella scary, total sweet heart, naive, optimist
Bear -Forest giant, small pet enthusiast, loves to build, vegetarian, Gardener
Neil -Human Mage, irritable, escape artist, Giant’s familiar, great cook, linguist
Merrits -cave elf bard, fugitive of his people, anthropophobic, but he’s trying
Quiho -dracling shaman, Chaotic caster, thinks he’s an actual dragon, is not
Creature -demon hybrid, Dragon’s familiar, professional thief, extrovert,
Mary-Grace -Human, Archeologist, not much else is known
Holly -forest witch, monster hunter, impulsive, has a strict moral code,
Shanadoh -Monster, Archibald’s son, Has a strict moral code, A bit of a himbo
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How did glissa die? And what about the little earth and fire draclings she’s friends with how did they die and what are their names?
Those will only be shown through easter eggs :)
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after much thinking i now realize that i love g 3 dracl a ura so much that i was making myself like the rest of this gen lol
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New ref of Maggi with her updated maul weapon!
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Prima parte di Persona 5 Strikers: First part of Persona 5 Strikers: https://youtu.be/T2P6HUprmzM Iscrivetevi al canale per non perdervi i prossimi video!! Subscribe to the channel to not miss new content about PERSONA5: https://bit.ly/3pL9oYX #persona5 #persona #p5s #veiagames #soluzione #gameplay #gdr #2021 #rpg #atlus #pstudio #strikers #joker #panther #skull #fox #queen #noir #dracle https://www.instagram.com/p/CLj5BTqnyE4/?igshid=1q22khacm5ydb
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Kite Fishing
Whenever the adults gathered to haul a dragon out of the sky, I was the first at the fence to watch. I learned techniques: which birds to model the kites after, how to tie slippery meat to them, what motions to best imitate ailing prey. Which type of mithril thread to use as kite strings, and how to attach them to the hooks. When to cheer for the team to pull. What type of poison to lace into the meat, in case the spears weren’t enough.
I watched many battles to protect our sheep. Dragons came from the mountains, unafraid of dogs. Sometimes they squabbled over territory, but that didn’t mean any fewer sheep got eaten. The kites were the only way.
Like other kids, I built my own small kites and practiced at the beach, where winds were strong. Unlike the others, I strayed farther up the coast than was allowed. I found where the draclings nested — cat-sized cousins to the big dragons. They skimmed the coast for fish, never coming close.
Except, as it turned out, when they were nesting. They landed on high rocks, near enough to smell the sausage I threw from my lunch. And the bacon I brought the next day, tied to my kite.
I didn’t have hooks, and they tore it away easily, but I went home determined.
My mother asked about the kites I was making. I told her. I didn’t expect her face to light up. I didn’t expect plans.
The next day we went together, armed with kites and food.
We fed dracling parents who took the meat to hungry young. We returned all week, and the next. When the hatchlings fledged, they followed their parents in tackling the food from our kites.
Each time, we wound the strings shorter.
In a month’s time, they were snatching meat from our hands. In two months, we had moved up to the grassy flatlands, and still they came to us. A dozen waited each morning.
Three months after I found the nests, we led them home. Roosting spots waited outside — high on a pillar we’d built. Neighbors had made assumptions about birds, and warned us the dragons would eat them. We’d laughed.
Our draclings took to their new home eagerly, though they still flitted off to the coast each afternoon. They returned at night to roost, up high with a view of the sheep.
The sheep which, as my mother had suspected, they had already grown fond of. Any local dogs approaching the fence got scared off.
And so did the big dragons.
I’d thought it was an impressive sight when our village came together to take down one of the great flying beasts. It turns out this was nothing compared to the sight of a tiny, fierce dracling spreading its wings with a high-pitched howl, and swarming the dragon with dozens of its siblings.
Before another month passed, half the town was on the beach with sausages and kites.
#I thought I posted this already#here it is!#dragons#kites#cleverness#flash fiction#my writing#I'd love to make a comic of this one#it would be beautiful#I can't really justify the time it'd take right now#more's the pity#dragonsss
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I know this is random, but what if the boys called Laddie a dracling or batling? Like basically baby vampire names? •^•
Dhskskskskksksksksns oh my god
Ok ok but you know what? Baby bats are called Pups? Right? I’m gonna fucking cry
They just call him every possible form of “kid” they can, they have a thing where they ruffle his hair or just put their hands on his head just to do that.
There’s a time where he just barely levitates and Paul immediately starts crying.
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Memories hatch like draclings, tearing greedily at the already necrotizing flesh of a heart. Claws grasp greedily at what was never an unwounded thing, each flash to a time unknown yet known cruelly twisting sharp mouths to tear out another chunk. The flesh looks dead yet still bleeds, innumerable bloody claws and teeth taking and taking and getting and getting. So, the memories get dragged away; thrown to the side, haunted old dolls to collect dust in the corner of the living room. Forgotten yet not gone. And so it will be until those draclings become fearsome, hungry children; grown yet not old. Forgotten yet not gone; hungry yet unattended to. They will attack in numbers or alone, feeding on scars and scabs and rotting skin. They feed until they are seen, they feed until they are fed, they feed until the flesh is slicked red with bloody marks, they feed until they are known again. And they beg for love; for something to hold onto, some kindness they so need. They are young, and so was that heart when the first wound was dealt; they need someone to guide them, let their bloodlust not be turned against the body that houses them. And yet that love is hard to give. They cut and kill and keep coming back; nothing redeemable among the dark looks in their eyes, nothing to endear to the hurting children that they truly are. They are pain incarnate and they will kill if given the chance to grow like they have, abandoned and undone, thrown aside because that was easier than facing the stares of terrified children.
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Unexpected Fate
Inheritance Cycle (Eragon) & Lord of the Rings Crossover
Summary: Vilansia and her dragon, Svellevarina, have spent many years training the young dragon riders alongside Eragon and Saphira. But their time of adventure has come. The people of Middle Earth have called for aid and Alagaesia will answer.
Chapter 3: Arrival to Rivendell
The sea had stretched below us for several days now, the smell of salt carried in the same breeze that filled the underside of Svellevarina's wings. I was thankful that the wind was offering its support, as it had been some time since she was able to take time to rest and recover some strength. I had supplied my energy as she needed, but her pride would not allow her to admit how tired she was. Since I was her rider, however, I could feel her growing exhaustion. I gave Svell another surge of my energy. I felt her breathe deeply as the power came to her and the rhythm of her wingbeats picked up slightly. I rubbed the side of her neck as she hummed in appreciation. The salt air chilled and the crashing of waves increased as the wind picked up. According to the mental map that I had been given from Arya Drotting, we would reach the shoreline of Middle Earth at some point in the next day. The man who had contacted the queen, Gandalf, was to meet us upon our arrival.
My hair snapped forward as the wind shifted causing me to release my grip on the saddle to quickly braid it back out of my face. The chill of the ocean air provided little comfort, though I made sure not to make my discomfort known. Small shivers were nothing in comparison to the labour of Svell's flight from Alagaesia. I only hoped that we reached Middle Earth soon. For her sake.
A dark purple flowered across the darkening sky. My gaze lifted upwards to take in the stars as they slowly revealed themselves, winking their hello's as I spotted them.
"Do you remember the tale Saphira-elda told us when we were young?" Svellevarina asked gently.
A small smile rested on my lips. "Yes. But I would be grateful to be told it again."
Svell hummed as images flashed in my mind. A glorious female dragon with her young in a dark forest. Wild dragons. The hatchlings matched the colouration of their mother, an elegant and sparkling white. There was a uniqueness among each of them, however, as they all had a different accent of colour on the tips of their small wings, tails, and on the tip of every small spike along their necks and backs.
Another image now of the mother dragon, teeth bared, snarling at an adult male dragon as golden as the sun. Their battle was both intense and exhausting, taking place in the sky and on the ground. Claws were bloody, fangs dripping. The golden dragon forced the mother dragon to the ground, her velvet wings were torn, disabling her ability for flight. Her draclings were behind her, their whimpering cries echoing.
Tears welled in my eyes as though I could feel their fear.
The mother dragon slashed at the male as it neared, scoring a hit across his face and through his right eye. Blinded, the dragon drew back, roaring in anguish. The bloodied white dragon turned to her babies in this moment of distraction, releasing a calming hum to soothe them. As her last breath filled her lungs she directed them to fly up into the sky as high as they could go and to not stop until they saw her again. One by one the hatchlings flew straight up. Foreign energy filled the dying mother and she released a heavy breath that guided her babies further into the sky. The golden dragon was fumbling his way over to her now, the sky dark. As her breath left her, so did her eldunari, a sparling diamond in the grass. Realizing that she was no more, the male left to tend to his eye, roaring in victory.
A small chirp filled the air as one final dracling scurried towards its mother, peering at the eldunari The white gem pulsed, encouraging the baby to go. Determined, the child clutched its mother's life gem in its tiny claws, taking it all the way up into the sky. As the two joined the others to safety the magic was sealed, the mother dragon now always there to protect her sparkling babies in the night sky. They surrounded her, changing as time went on. But the mother dragon was always there in the night to protect them.
My watery eyes looked to the moon. "A mothers love can be a powerful thing," I rested a hand on the side of Svellevarina's neck.
She then shared memory of Saphira-elda telling the story when Svell was merely a few weeks old. She flared her wings when Saphira finished the story. "I look like them! My scales shimmer like the star hatchlings!" Saphira had hummed, looking at Svellevarina fondly. "Well, perhaps you are a descendant of one of the moon's children, a star hatchling, here to provide light to those who are in need of it,"
I felt a pang of longing from my dragon and I knew that she was missing home just as much as myself. Looking out across the ocean I spotted a cove ahead of us with a large ship resting there against a dock.
I consulted the mental map that Arya Drotting had provided me. This was it. "Look, Svell! We have finally reached Middle-Earth!"
"There is someone there waiting for us," she informed me. I assumed that it was Gandalf waiting for our arrival.
Svellevarina's claws dug into the wooden dock when she landed, and it creaked in response to the weight. I unlatched myself from the saddle and dismounted, coming to stand in front of my dragon. The man before us stared in awe at the sight of my dragon, his grey bushy eyebrows raised high on his forehead. His gaze eventually fell to me.
"Greetings and welcome to Middle-Earth," he said, hands clasped around his wooden staff. "I am known as Gandalf in the common-tongue."
"Kvetha, greetings, Gandalf," I replied. "I am Vilansia of Alagaesia and dragon rider,"
My dragon lifted her head high behind me. "And I am Svellevarina Lightbringer, guardian of Alagaesia,"
The old man bowed to the two of us. "I am honored to meet you both. Now, if you would follow me, I shall lead you to the entrance of the Elven city of Rivendell. The Lord of this city awaits us there,"
He led us off the dock and up the series of stone steps. An archway made of stone stood at the top, delicate script etched crossbeam. Two individuals came into view as we passed under the arch. The city behind them gave off a golden glow in the darkness. At the sight of Svellevarina the two elves recoiled in shock. The male elf, who wore a golden circlet around his head, was the first to speak.
"What glory you embrace, o' dragon," He bowed his head. "I am Lord Elrond, and I welcome you to Rivendell." He gestured to the elf beside him. "This is my daughter, Arwen."
"We are incredibly honored to have you within our city," she said with a dip of her head.
Svell peered at the two of them. "Kvetha. I am Svellevarina and this is my rider, Vilansia."
"We are grateful that you are allowing us within your city," I added. "We understand that a meeting is to take place to determine the action to be taken regarding the threat to this land?"
"Aye. Those who shall be present have agreed to meet at dawn to allow the two of you to rest after your journey. Arwen shall lead you to your room for the night, Vilansia." He lifted his gaze to Svell. "For you, o' dragon, unfortunately, the rooms within the city are in no shape to accommodate your size. However, there are plenty of caves within the mountainside that surrounds us. Perhaps you will find one to your liking?"
"That will work just fine, elrun ono, thank you," Svell replied.
They allowed me a moment to gather my bags from the saddle on Svellevarina's back before leading me into the city. She took off into the air to find a suitable resting place. Lord Elrond and Gandalf turned down another path, speaking to each other in a hushed tone.
The stone pathways on which we walked were perfectly set, creating a smooth walkway. Dark vines curled along the edges of the path, their leaves reaching towards the centre. The crashing roar of a waterfall could be heard nearby. The buildings around us were accented with gold to compliment the warm tones of the city.
"Rivendell is beautiful," I said.
Arwen smiled. "I am pleased to hear you think so,"
"Are there many Elvish cities here?"
She brought her hands in front of her, the long bell sleeves of her red gown shifting to expose them. "There are two other Elvish kingdoms in Middle-Earth, though they are far from here,"
"Will their leaders be present at the meeting tomorrow?"
Arwen paused as we turned a corner. "The meeting is a private one. Only a select few shall be there,"
I felt Svellevarina's surprise through our bond. "Ask why the meeting is private,"
Upon Svell's request, I repeated the question.
"My father does not wish the news of who possesses the One Ring to spread, nor does he want those who he does not trust to have an influence on what is to be decided." She sighed. "These times are uncertain ones."
"I understand. Information is a powerful tool,"
Arwen led me down a hall, a series of doors on our left-hand side with a stone railing on our right. Beyond the railing a sparkling lake rested, rippling as fish broke the surface. Golden fireflies danced along the surface, teasing the fish below. We came to a stop in front of the last door in the hallway. Arwen opened it, gesturing for me to enter.
"I hope you find everything to your liking. I shall be here in the morning to guide you to the council,"
"Elrun ono, Arwen, thank you." I glanced around the room. "This is perfect,"
She bowed her head with a gentle smile before shutting the door as she left. The room was considerably bigger than I expected it to be. There was an opening in the stone wall for a window, soft light from the city barely illuminating the room. A plush bed stood directly in front of me. I placed my bags beside it and felt the silk sheets. I couldn't help but wonder if this sort of luxury was considered normal for them.
A standing mirror was across from the bed to the right, a small table next to it. I placed my weapons on the table for the night, passing my reflection. Wisps of hair had been pulled out of my braid from the wind during the flight here. I undid the braid, letting my brown hair fall to my waist in waves.
I finally laid in the soft bed after disrobing. "Did you find something suitable?" I asked Svell.
"Indeed. There were plenty to choose from," she replied.
"Rest well, bjartskular. I will wake you when it is time,"
"Goodnight, my rider,"
It did not take long for Svell to slip into a deep slumber, her dreams echoed in my own mind as I rested. Moving pictures of home, the familiar flight between Alagaesia and the Rider Island. The sounds of the elder dragons, Saphira, Firnen, and Thorn filled the air. Warmth filled the room as the morning sun rose. I faced the mirror as I wove my hair into a tight braid down my back. I placed my rider blade within its sheath then, and strapped it securely around my waist, the protected blade resting on my left leg.
I pressed my mind against Svellevarina's, coaxing her to wake. I peered out of the window to take in the waking city.
"Good morning, my älfa," Svell greeted. "Where are we to meet everyone?"
"I am still waiting for my guide,"
"Well then. In the meantime, you may find me enjoying the fresh lake water,"
"Svell, I would not advise swimming in their lake. They may think it rude,"
"And do you think they would do anything to stop me?" She challenged.
"Svellevarina. We are guests here. They do not think of you in the same regard as our own people," I warned.
She did not respond, and as the sounds of amazement reached my pointed ears, I knew that she had done as she wished. Without hesitation I left my room, using the connection with my dragon to find my way to her. I stopped at the top of a staircase that led to a wide stone platform built above the lake. Sure enough, Svell was diving in and out of the lake, the water reflecting on her white scales, causing her to shimmer even more than normal. A few Elves were standing at the top of the staircase, pointing and speaking in awed voices. I made my way down the steps, approaching a group of four children that stood on the platform. They turned to face me as I came to stand next to them. Much to my surprise, their faces were ones much older than those of children, despite their height.
"Have you seen anything so beautiful, lady elf?" One of them asked me.
"She certainly knows it, too," I replied with a nod of my head.
Another of the company with bright ginger hair peered at me with wide eyes. "You must be the dragon rider!"
All of them were looking at me now with curious faces. They certainly had a child-like wonder about them. "Indeed, I am. My name is Vilansia," They introduced themselves as Pippin, Merry, Sam, and Frodo. "Kvetha, greetings,"
Svellevarina swam over to the stone platform where we stood, her tail steering her over. She held her neck arched high as a swan would, giving her an elegant appearance. Her apitate eyes rested on the four individuals.
"You are not Elves," she said, her voice echoing in all of our minds.
"It can talk!" The one named Pippin whispered.
Merry, the one next to him, shoved his arm. "Of course it can talk. It's a dragon, not a lizard,"
"Well, actually-" Pippin froze as Svell dipped her head to nudge him gently with her snout.
"Come now, little ones," She drew her head back to regard them all. "You may call me Svellevarina,"
They bowed to her, earning her rumbling version of a chuckle.
"We are Hobbits, Svellevarina, o' dragon," Sam informed. "Others call us Halflings,"
Svell stretched her wings in the water. "I have never heard of a Hobbit before,"
"There are no Hobbits in our home country," I elaborated.
"We are a very locally fixed people," Frodo said.
"Well, I like you. And if most of your people are like you four, then I think Hobbits are a very fine race indeed," Svellevarina jumped from the water, the sparkling droplets causing her to shimmer. I quietly thanked Eragon for making the saddle water-proof. Svell looked to the top of the steps and to me said: "I believe it is time." Following her gaze, I saw Arwen waiting there.
I offered a smile to the four Hobbits. "Please excuse us, we must take our leave of you now. Perhaps we will meet again,"
They remained silent as I made my way up the steps, Svell gliding in the air above me. I bowed to Arwen, twisting my hand over my heart. "Kvetha, greetings,"
"Good morning," She bowed to both of us. "I hope you both were able to rest well?"
"Yes, we are both well-rested, elrun ono,"
"I am pleased to hear it," she gestured to the walkway on her right. "I shall lead you to the council,"
We passed a few other Elves of Rivendell on our way, with every one of them stopping to stare at Svellevarina. I could feel her pride swell as they did. I began to take notice of the differences in appearance from my own people of Du Weldenvarden as I saw more of the Rivendell Elves. Indeed, they had pointed ears, though not as long or sharp as my own. Their faces were not made up of the sharp angles and slanted eyes in the way that my kin was. However, there was an inherent grace in their movements and ancient wisdom in their aura that I found to be similar.
"This is where I must leave you both," Arwen said as she stopped before an elevated square. I could hear faint chatter.
"Thank you," I said with a drop of my head. The young elf bowed before leaving us.
"Remember Svell, we are representing all of Alagaesia here,"
Her tail twitched. "I know my duties, shur-tugal, just as you know yours," she let her confidence wash over me to ease my worry. And with that, we went up to meet with the council of Elrond.
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Translations from the Ancient Language:
Dröttning - Queen
-elda - honorific of great praise, gender-neutral
Eldunarí - heart of hearts; the gem-like stone wherein the dragons can store their consciousness
Kvetha - Greetings
Elrun ono - Thank you
Bjartskular - Brightscales
älfa - Elf
Shur'tugal - Dragon rider
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Working on the shadows for the cover of issue 7. One more dragon sibling, Cinder, left. Almost done. Then time to start inking.
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