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Title: How Smaug lost his scale (Prologue to the Legolas Saga) (#3356)
Author: SAURON
Chapters: 1

Archive: Tolkien
Category: The Hobbit
Description: Legolas, an Elf warrior and prince of 6,730 is on a journey to Dale with his fater, Thranduil, King of the Elves of Northern Mirkwood. Little do they know that they will have a very exciting day in the Dale beneath Erebor.
Published: 12 Mar 2007
Updated: 12 Mar 2007
Warnings: Violence, Blood
Type: General
Characters: Legolas;Thranduil;Girion;Thror;Smaug


Chapter 1 - The Entire Saga in one nut shell. (A one shot)

Legolas stood on a balcony carven out of the rock face. Below him, his father's guard assembled. He wore a coat of Mithril that was an exact copy of that which his father's guard wore. On his back was a bow of slender yew wood. Slung on his side was a long sword.
"Well, my little Greenleaf, if you are to pretend to be one of my guard, you must come now my little Elfling." said a voice from over his shoulder.
"Ada!" Legolas cried, wheeling around and accidentily whacking his left thigh with his sheathed sword. His father again stated that he must come now, and they descended together.
* * *
'The Pines were roaring on the hights...'

"Hail, Girion, Lord of Dale. And congradulations to your son!" Thranduil cried in greeting. The two kings embraced. Legolas, still disguised as a guard, looked out the door. The pines upon Erebor were blowing wildly. The wind was whistiling strongly. Then, he saw it, a plune of Red and Gold fire, blossoming above Erebor. Legolas' eves widened in shock. "Uruloki! Uruloki!" Legolas screamed. Thranduil started looking terrified. Girion looked shocked. Bells began to ring. But no alarm was coming from Erebor.

'The bells were ringing in the Dale,The men looked up with faces pale. The Dragon's Ire, more fearce than fire, laid low their towers and houses frail...'

"Thror! Who will warn the Kingdom under the Mountain?" Girion asked. "I will!" Legolas said, and before his father could stop him, Legolas was mounted and riding away.
* * *
Legolas rode hard and fast. The wind whistling about him forced all noice from Dale down to Esgaroth. At last he reached the gate. He rode staright through the two guards and straight to the Throne. "Hail, King under the mountain. Doom is nigh upon you." Legolas said.
"How so, master Elf?" Asked Thror. "A dragon, an Uruloki, is attacking Dale." Legolas replied. As he spoke, a fierce roar echoed up from Dale.

'They fled their halls, to dying fall, beneath his feet, beneath the moon...'

"To Arms Dwarves!" Cried Thror. "Thrain, Where is Thorin?" A brown bearded dwarf then replied,
"He was out on a delivery to Lothlorien." Legolas stood aside for the Dwarven army to rush past. For some reason, he then beheld a power, Manwe, lord of the Valar.
"Peace! Do not go yet! Your time is not come!" Legolas waited until Manwe said to go. At the gate, he saw there, curled up, and looking down at the ground, the Dragon. "Hail, Master Worm! What has though done with the Dwarves?" Legolas asked the foul thing. The creature looked up, clamped between its teeth, was a bearded head.
"An Elf? Ha Ha Ah Hahahaha! Desert!" the worm laughed. Legolas spied a loose scale on the things left chest. As the dragon lunged, he grew his sword, and struck it so hard, the sword shattered, the scale flew off, and blood gushed everywhere. The Dragon Emitted a horrible shreak. And fled away, Smaug then never dared to challange an elf in the remaining 171 years of his life. Legolas picked up the scale, and descended to what little remained of Dale.
* * *
Thranduil saw Legolas coming down the road. "My son, you are soaked in blood, are you wounded?" "Not I father..." then he drew out the Dragon scale., and presented it to his father. Thranduil, an exceptionally greedy elf by all means, eventually sold the scale for twenty crates of gold, and mithril.

'We must away, ere break of day! To win our harps and gold from Him!...'
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