t is night; Beorn's house is seen from a distance. A massive bear is growling and walking around; from the edge of the woods, Azog and his company watch the bear.

One of his Orcs comes up to him. "Attack them now. Kill the Dwarf filth while they sleep." Azog stays silent for a while before snapping back, "No. The Beast stands guard and the dragon lies outside." he angrily walks away from Beorn and the house, and his Orcs follow. They walk back to where the rest of their group is; several Wargs are seen fighting each other.

"We will kill them on the road. And part the dragon from them," azog says with a wicked grin. He and his Orcs all snap to attention when they hear a sound and pull out their weapons. Another significant, pale Orc astride a Warg runs up to them, and the Warg stops inches from Azog, growling at his face. Azog stands without flinching, although he snarls. The pale Orc, Bolg, is holding a weapon shaped like a tapered spinal column, and he has iron plates in his skull and chest.

"they are gathering in Dol Guldur. The Master has summoned you!" in answer growls in anger.

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I was still sleeping outside when I heard the sound of footsteps. I peel one eye open to see a tall man. His scent tells me what and who he is. he seems to notice me, for he stops short at the entrance of his house, where I lay just a few meters away.

Our eyes meet, and we stare at each other for what seems like an eternity, trying to discover the difference. In the end, the man speaks up, "dragon?" I nod, lifting my head to his eye level "hello again, Bear," the man dips his head "my name is Beorn," I nod, smiling. "I bid you goodnight for no,w mighty dragon," he says and makes to open the door, but I stop him with my voice—e "Skirpe. Call me Skipre" Beorn looks at me for a few minutes before nodding and entering his house.

All fall silent only the sound of nature is around me. I sigh, staring at my winged limbs, not yet falling asleep. So that is our host, I think before sleep claims me again and I fall into the dark land.

I wake up in a dark-filled place. The air is very close, and I feel myself panic a bit. That's when I see a figure, mortal-like no less. Suddenly the being turned around, his eyes bright and firey like a dragon. "it is a pleasure meeting you, Silver Scales," said the being, and I gasped a bit at the slight pain his voice inflicted in my head. "why fight me? I mean no harm" suddenly, he is right in front of me, a smirk glowing on his lips. he stretches out a pale gray hand, and I growl in warning. The man chuckles but touches my scaly face anyway "you are quite the beast, Silver. You would do good to rule by my side, dont you think?"

I snorted, baring my fangs. "I would never rule beside you, Dark Tyrant," the man cocked his head to the side "oh, you dont my name? dont let those petty guardians of Middle Earth spoil your pure heart Silver Scales. You are meant to rule by my side. You are a dragon, after all."

I growled again "no! my place is not here!" the man laughed darkly "well then," a pain rippled through my head, and I shut my eyes. Then I felt something brush my ear, and I yelped, "my name is Sauron. Remember Silver scales."

I woke up to feel the pain ebbing away. Also find the night sky slipping away and the sun greeting me with calm, warm rays. I sigh, trying to calm my racing heart. "Skipre, are you alright?" says a familiar voice, and I look to see bilbo standing there with concern in his eyes. Again, I sigh and lower my head to nuzzle him "his master Baggins I am. I just had a dream... a nightmare as you mortals call it," bilbo hums stroking my snout.

He suddenly gasps as he sees something. I frown but soon notice it myself. I have shrunk more than yesterday. And this was not of my doing. "S-Skirpe?" he asked before a bright light filled our visions, and I shut my eyes. When I opened them again, I felt different... much different. Bilbo soon opened his eyes and gasped again, backing away a bit "S-Skipre?" I didnt know if I was Skipre now, but it sure felt like it.

I looked down to see a silver shimmer over a pale scales skin—fingers instead of winged claws and arms with a weird white fabric. My eyes widened, and I was at a loss for words. "Skirpe?" asked bilbo again, coming closer to me. But I was speechless. I had to be the very being I didnt like.

A human.

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Short cliff hanger but dont worry; you'll get more soon. I promise

- Saph