The Shadow walked around the gardens of rivendale. Strider watched from the hallway as the golden-haired girl looked at the birds playing in the soft air. "I feel you're watching, Strider. Now come out of the shadows and talk to me" the girls' voice startled the young ranger. Strider did as he was told and stepped out in the light.

"Why did you hide? We met when the halfing needed it. Now our paths are drawn together. We shall know each other better than strangers. Now sit," the girl said and patted the side beside her. Strider sat down. "Now tell me, you're the heir of Isildur, are you not?" Strider nodded to answer and said some things to the girl's questions. They had a few laughs and grew closer as friends.

Just as the girl with golden hair was about to go bathing, the elven lord Elrond appeared and called for her. She answers with a smile and the tone of the song. "Shadow!" "Yes, master Elrond?" The girl said and bowed for the lord. Elrond smiled and took a hand on her shoulder. "Take Strider with you, for the ring bearer is back to normal. We shall have a feast for his honor," Elrond said.

The girl and Strider looked at each other, relief in their eyes at the new news of the marry recovery of the ring bearer they've grown to like. Shadow turned to the elven lord, a smile as she stepped away towards her chamber.

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"It would have been difficult for any man not to want to fight beside a dragon."
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The feast was good, and the talks grew merrier. Even Frodo was smiling. He'd grown to know the mystery shadow who saved them. She had many names, but she last shadowed the most. She was some years younger than Strider but seemed like a teen or a young woman. She told him that her kin had that glory of appearance and would not age in it, not until they feel for it.

"Master Frodo, there's someone who wants to meet ya," Shadow said and glanced behind the young hobbit. Frodo turned around and followed his friend's gaze. There on a bench sat an old withers, tiny man. White curly hair crowed his head, but his appearance was not to taken wrong. It was old master Bilbo.

Frodo's face broke out in a smile, and he rushed to his uncle. "Oh, Frodo, my lad! How are you doing now?" The old hobbit said to his nephew. While the two hobbits talked, Shadow turned around and went out to a balcony. "Lady Shadow?" A soft voice called out to the girl. Shadow turned around and saw the young Arwen. A smile spread on her lips. "Ah, hey, my Mellon. You've grown more beautiful." Arwen smiled at her old friend. Shadow had grown taller and more powerful; she could see that.

"Well, so have you, lady Shadow" Arwen answers after a few seconds of silence. The she-dragon smiled even more and embraced her fellow elf. "Oh, how I've missed the beauty of Rivendale. Your lover is here, my young one." She teased as the young elleth burned with blush. Shadow laughed a soft laugh and patted her younger one at her shoulder.

"You'll get him, my dear. But, for now, your father doesn't see what you see. For him, falling for a mortal man means a mortal life, but for you, it means to love. Follow your heart. Your father is wise but not as the heart of love." When the she-dragon was done with her little quote, Arwen Undomiel laughed and hugged her friend once more. Her father watched and listened. The Shadow had right. She knew more than him, even though he didn't want to admit that.

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"A dragon's heart burns fiercely, even in the face of evil."
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The song flew over Rivendell's gardens and walls, for the girl with golden hair sang an old tune her mother had taught her in the old days. All those who heard it was blessed. "Who's that?" Frodo asked his uncle. Old Bilbo shrugged, and they walked into the gardens of Rivendell. Arwen closed her eyes as the voice of her friend filled the air. Aragorn leaned back to the pillar that he sat against. Elrond closed his eyes too and listened. The she-dragon had grown a more soft voice, and it was pleasant to hear. AS soon as the tune was gone, everyone carried on with their day in the calm Rivendell. 

Shadow sat down on the railing of her balcony. Her dragon clawed on her heart, pleading to get out and stretch her wings. She knew that Elrond knew of her monstrous side, so she decided to go to a clearing in the forest that surrounded Rivendell. There she changed into the beast she was. Black scales, horns as spears, claws as swords, wings as a hurricane, tail as a thunderbolt, breath as death, teeth as daggers. A warm fiery heart beating in her chest. The glorious dragon spread her wings and took off. Scars fled her wings as she flapped them at a leisurely pace. Her bright blue eyes pricing thru the air and looked for something that could weaken her hunger. 

There is a small trap laid a wolf, wounded and tired. This tugged at the dragonsess heart, and she dove down and landed a few feet away from the wounded creature. The wolf snapped at her. She growled back while biting off the chains that had bonded the poor animal. "You're free, little wolf," She said as the wolf bounded up and looked down on its paws who ewer unharmed. The wolf vagged its tail and licked the dragon's foot, then ran off. The dragons smiled a toothy grin and took off once more. 

Soon Shadow decided to fly back to Rivendell. She turned around and sat course against the elven city. 

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"Above us, outlined against the brilliant sky, dragons crowded every available perching space on the Rim. And the sun made gold of every one of them."― Anne McCaffrey, Nerilka's Story

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A/N: I'm sorry if this chapter became short; I'll make the other longer. Btw,  I'll publish it next Saturday:)

Until then, dragonlings<3

-Saph