Life as a Dragon (LOTR)

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??? POV

Alvaerelle of Rivendell was quite perplexed at the moment. Lord Elrond had approached her to take on a student who wished to learn the ways of Elven Magic. This is not a new occurrence, as she had taught many younglings the art of The Song before and was ready to perform her duty to the Lord once more. The point of the confusion is the cryptic comment he made while requesting her aid.

"Just… do your best."

This might seem condescending to others, but she knew he was nervous after having known him for centuries.

"Who is to be my student, my Lord?"

"Well… you know the Urulóki resting in the main courtyard?"

"Yes," I asked confusedly.

When the dragon first appeared, many of the Elves in Rivendell thought he had to come to plunder and nest, as is their kind's way, but after settling down into a slumber, the dragon did nothing else, to everyone's relief.

"That dragon's name is Tiberius, and he wishes to learn magic."

The state was punctuated with an uncomfortable silence as she stared at him in disbelief. To host a Spawn of Morgoth was already preposterous, but to even teach him magic? That was practically blasphemy.

"My Lord… are you sure about this?"

She would not refuse, of course. The Elves were enlightened people, but they would not accept blatantly disregarding an order from their ruler—the ruler they chose to follow here.

"I am. He was born from evil and raised in evil, but he, himself, is not evil. I can assure you," Elrond assured with a soft reminiscence in his eyes.

He is precious to him.

Lord Elrond had not wed until now, and his last "friend" was Lady Galadriel, who almost cost him everything. Many of us had hoped he would eventually find someone to speak to forthrightly and in jest.

Ruling is not straightforward and is often lonely, so she was glad to see that he had finally made a friend—even if it was a dragon.

Bowing her head, Alvaerelle deferred to her lord. She would have to trust that Lord Elrond was a good judge of the character of another, no matter her reservations.

No, she needed to be sure the dragon would never turn on them. The fate of Lord Elrond, Rivendell, and Middle-Earth rested on her.

Straightening as he walked away, she put an expression of concentration on her face as she strode toward the central courtyard. She must ascertain, once and for all, if this was a dragon of peace or a dragon that needed to rest in peace.

Tiberius' POV

I was enjoying the warm sun glittering across my scales when the sound of footsteps reached my ears. The crunch of grass was firm and filled with confidence. Whoever was approaching me did so with little fear.

Turning my head, I was greeted by the sight of the most beautiful being I had ever seen. Soft brown hair cascaded across her shoulder as half spilled in front and the rest trailed behind. Her features were sharp, especially in the nose and eyebrows, but the subtle curve in her jaw made the harshness of her features perfect. Like liquid honey, her eyes intently stared at me and hid a spark of intrigue. Like most elves, she wore a white robe that blended well with her pearl-like skin.

She would not be the most stunning among the elves who tended to favor sharp features and slim bodies, but the voluptuous size of her breasts and the bountiful gift of her backside were VERY MUCH in line with my ascetics from my human life. And my dragon life. (Picture Salma Hayek but younger, with pale skin and sharper cheekbones.)

I think I am in love.