Pov narrator

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The fight has started. You fight like the body you're in, not better, no worse. You have a long sword, bow and arrow, and some daggers. You also use your magical abilities, and they help. The Uruk-hai numbers are sickening. But soon, you will be slung up in the aired ac an explosion. Landing on your back, you're almost out, but the dragon in you is loud and sends fire all over you that heals you quickly, and you're back into battle.

But next thing that happens for your dragon to break out. You let your body take the form of what beasts so many fears. You increase in size due to your burning anger, and soon you are in the air; your enormous wings are beating while you stand still in the air, and an earthquake roars the whole valley. The dragon is here.

Fire covers the battlefield before anyone knows of it, and the sun's light glows over the valley and is captured in your scales. A white horse rears on the edge of the hill, and you turn your head towards him. Your blue burning irises set his heart for a while before he sees your glimpse into them. Gandalf is here. Behind him emerge Éomer and his men. You turn back to the battle and circle over the orcs and Uruks.

Your wings send powerful gusts of wind—you catchwords of the people of Rohan as they try to watch out for your long spiked tail. Before you know it, the remaining uruks flee to Fangorn, and you see Noir friends along with Théoden stop on a ridge along with the riders of Rohan. You land behind them, and as they turn, they all jump. You rumble a chuckle but don't go back to your human form. Gandalf is the first to ride forth and greet you. Shadowfax bows his head, and Gandalf does the same. "Greeting the Queen over the dragons." He says and smiles up at you.

Your other friends are standing and watching you interact in awe. You rumble and lower your head, so you're at Gandalf's eye level. "Greetings Mithrandir the white," you roll out and smile that reveal your sharp teeth, which were a little bloody. Soon a sharp lgitb fills aorund your, and you now stand there on the ground. I'm your human form. The others come forth while you par Shadowfax. "We better get going." You say and holts yourself up on Shadowfax behind Gandalf.

We were riding against Isengard, who's also quite close to Mordor. I never liked that place; it's full of fire pits and deserted wastelands. I shuddered as I thought about those times when Sauron would try to contact me and the ring tempting me. I permanently blocked it out, but who knew for how long I could? I am of dragon blood, the same creatures made by Morgoth in the first age. I don't know if I have the power to resist his calls, but I'll do my best. For my friends, for my new home.

We rode upon a bit of ridge, a pretty good distance from helms deep. I tightened my hold on my mentor's waist. "It's okay, dear," I heard his comforting voice, and I sighed, knowing he was right. Legolas, along with Aragorn and Éomer, rode up beside us. Théoden followed and placed his horse beside us. "The battle for helm's deep is over." Gandalf started, and I felt a tingle of pride that we had won. "The battle of the ring is about to begin." He ended, and I looked towards Gondor, who my sensitive eyes could spot from a mile away.

'So,' I thought. 'The war will begin.

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Short I know, but the next one wil probably be longer.

-Saph