Chapter aesthetic: Black

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Pain. That's all I feel right now. I feel my bones breaking and rebuilding themselves. It feels like I'm being ripped apart how my heart feels. I miss my group, the boys: my everyday life or typical enough for k-pop idols I haI people I fully knew, not like these fantasy folks who I thought were only a fairytale.

I'm sobbing right now because of the barrel pain that strikes my body like a train. I hear small soothing whispers, like along. It's working for the pain eases, and I fan open my eyes again without sitting them in pain. When I open my eyes, I see the familiar face of Gandalf. He looks at me, worried, and hands me a cup of water.

I drink the water in silence. Thankfully the water doesn't taste different here. A few minutes later, I'm done and try to stand up, but I stagger. I also notice that I'm falling forward, I land my hands. I gap when I see where my nails are supposed to be is black night claws, and where I had skin is black shot scales with small spots of white. My breath is changing as I feel up over my neck, feeling the soft surface of scales.

Gandalf hands me a mirror. When I see my reflection, I'm shocked. In front of me sits a beast with razor-sharp fangs and long black horns as spears. I feel that something is on my side. I look down and see two leathery black wings. I lastly look at Gandalf to see still the concerned look.

"You're okay?" He asks. "I-i think. What's happened to me?" I stutter. Gandalf's face then lit up but only a few minutes. "You've been your full self. I'm sorry, but you're not a human. You're a dragon born, the last one that is. Your parents are dead even tho I know that you talked to them, but that's your elven mother; your father died in the war of the ring." Gandalf's face then frowns. "He was a good dragon, helped those who needed it. Your mother you spoke to is next on the throne in Lothlorien, since she is Lady Galadriel's sister of some kind" all this information is too much for me, so I leave the room, limping Gandalf quietly. He understands that I need time for myself now. I go out into the woods that seem like the chicest place in Mirkwood. A tiny eagle cub is lying on the path, injured.

My animals' instincts kick in, and I run over to the poor bird. "Hey, little friend, how did this happen? Who would have hurt such a small bird?" I said as I carefully approached the injured eagle. It suddenly rolled its big yellow eyes towards me. I did not stop and walked closer while the eagle cub was staring. When I came forward, I looked for the damage and saw a relatively minor wound at the wing wake but still sore so that the little one could not fly. I gently touched the wound with my paw, and a glittering light softened me a little. When I could see again where the eagle healed, and it whistled happily and jumped around. I smiled and got up. After that, it flew its way, and I went back to the palace.

When I came in, I was greeted with Legolas. He was on his way out for archery. "oh hey, Y / N, do you like your new look or what?" he said with a small smile. I looked over my body and rumored on my shoulders. "I do not know completely, it is cool, but I do not know what to do with it. the ring is broken; what else can I do?" this caused the Legolas to gently grab my paw and pull me towards the archery range. "I do not know what you got that body till, but what if we train a little together. One can never be too sure about the darkest servants." I nodded and spread my night black wings. I hit them a bit, and soon I was in the air. At first, I was unsteady, but after the host, I became more and more steady, and I managed to avoid the arrows that Legolas shot after me.

I did not have thick skin yet but still hard enough not to be hurt by elf arrows. So we trained for a few hours before I got tired and Legolas had to go on some prince thing. So I went back to my room and slept a little. It was a bit difficult to get comfortable in the dragon form, but I found out.

Months passed, and Legolas and I grew closer. We hunted, played in the air, and watched the stars at night. I ignited some parts of the forest by accident but washed everything back thanks to my magic. Thranduil talked to me a lot after the minor incident, and we became good friends. Gandalf came and went as he used to. I went and met my mother in Lothlorien, met Aragorn and the Arwen that I am named after. We quickly became friends, and I often let their son ride on my back. But all the time in middle earth, I was called Y / N and not the name I had in the human world. Gandalf said that Y / n was my real name, so that's why people called me that. I did not mind because then I did not think about my second life on earth.

Today was the day;  I was going to go back. My family here would have let me in if I had promised to visit. But until then, I could only stay in Thranduil's palace for as long as I wanted. I was training with Legolas in my dragon form. under the moths, I had learned to turn back to my human or, as Gandalf tells me, I am, a half-elf. "Y/N" Gandalf calls me from the gate, and I hurriedly pack up. Legolas follows me to the entrance, and we take farewell. I promised to contact him weber I could and visit his father's realm when I was in middle earth again. I gave him one last hug before turning into my dragon, and Gandalf turned to the white station. We then both sat off towards the world. 

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Song: Black swan-BTS 

A/N: I'm sorry this chapter become so short:( 

well, cya in the following chapters dragolings<3

-saph