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legolas,
tauriel

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Who: Legolas and Tauriel; OPEN (one or both of the elves might reply so they can keep a very close watch on the dragon)
What: Two elves hatch a baby dragon...
When: Backdated to during the baby plot
Where: The castle and anywhere outside
Rating: G, I guess

[Closed to Tauriel]

When he had woken that morning to find an egg in his room, Legolas was more than a little surprise. Elves had clear and long memory, that egg had not been there the night before. At first he'd thought to ignore it, clearly it didn't belong and the owner would come for it eventually. Curiosity, however, got the better of him and he carefully picked it up to find the note.

A note that told him to find Tauriel.

That was strange in itself but he carefully tucked her egg under his arm and grabbed his knife, bow and arrows and left to Tauriel's room. It wasn't difficult, her room was just a floor above him. So it wasn't long before he was rapping lightly against her door.

"Tauriel. There is something you need see."

[Around the castle]

There were others, he could see, with strange young creatures following them. While a dragon wasn't strange to him (he knew stories and had seen the damage done by Smaug to Lake Town), it wasn't something people normally had following them.

And inside the castle there was plenty to draw its attention. Whether it be drapery or people, nothing was uninteresting to the little beast. And nothing was free of the trouble a dragon might bring. Already a series of hiccups from the small dragon could have nearly set an entire room ablaze. It was only thanks to the fact that it was just hatched that kept disaster at bay.

[Outside - anywhere]

Going outside, they had discovered, was much better and safer for them and for the baby dragon. There was more space for it to run and explore, to try flying without smashing into anyone or anything. Sorry if neither dragon parent can keep the little menace from harassing you.

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She heard him through the door, and so was already looking quite curious when she opened it to let him in.

"What is it?"

Without a word but a sigh instead, he offered her the note and the egg. And then watched in concern as the egg started to quiver and shake and then crack, nearly dropping it in the process.

What had he gotten himself into this time? Couldn't the castle leave him alone for once?

Tauriel took the egg from him, instinctively reacting to protect him in case it were to reveal something dangerous. Better for her to get injured than him.

"Legolas, what is going on?"

Tauriel, please. I am a grown elf. What's a hatching egg going to do? Besides hatch into a fire breathing menace like Smaug was or how Glaurung or Alcalagon were said to be.

"Would that I knew. I awoke to find the egg in my room and a note that bade me find you."

And that would be a rather outlandish outcome of events, would it not?

Except that is exactly what happens. That crack in the egg kept growing and there were sounds coming from within it now, high pitched little whistles that sounded frustrated and annoyed.

And then the shell gave way and crumbled in Tauriel's hands revealing...

"Valar!"

Tauriel very nearly dropped the thing, but it was a newborn creature and as such some sort of instinct made her hold on to the still somewhat fragile little life in her hands.

Surely it could not be what it looked like?

Legolas took an instinctive step back as the crack grew and the eggs made noise before stepping forward to help Tauriel as the egg crumbled apart. Only to freeze at the sight of the creature. He had never seen a baby dragon before. He had seen Smaug, many years before after bard had slain him, but this was small enough that they could hold it.

"Is that..." He paused, licking suddenly dry lips before trying again. "Is that a dragon?"

Tauriel frowned at the hissing little thing, not at all sure what to do with it.

"I... are they so small at birth?"

Maybe it was just some sort of really odd-looking lizard.

He was almost tempted to reach out and poke at it but its hissing kept him from it for the moment. At least Tauriel was holding it in a way that it didn't seem like it could bite her.

"I do not know, I have never seen a baby dragon."

"Well... it does look very much like one, does it not? Only very small."

And it was certainly trying to bite, though it did not seem to be malicious about it exactly. It was rather hard to tell.

"It does. Small and I think it may be hungry. Is it normal for creatures to be born or hatch hungry?"

It almost seemed like a hungry kind of 'biting' but he couldn't be sure.

"I think so."

In her experience it seemed to be at least among the first insticts of most newborn things to feed.

"What do you suppose it eats?"

Knowing dragons, or at least the tales about dragons, he could hazard a guess.

"Meat, I would think. I can check the kitchens for something." Or wish for it but the castle could be finicky.

That would be the moment when the wriggling little dragon managed to sink its teeth into Tauriel's hand. She hissed sharply in pain, but still held it in a secure grip.

"The sharp teeth would support that thought..."

Said through gritted teeth as she tried to pry the little baby's head away from the injury it had just inflicted.

Legolas was quick as soon as the teeth sank into her hand. He yanked the little beast away from her, setting it on the floor with little more thought than that, and tore a scrap of cloth from his shirt to wrap her hand.

"Perhaps we ought muzzle it until we have found food." He didn't care if the castle approved. Tauriel was already hurt and the thing had just hatched.

"I am no healer but this should hold."

Thankfully, when Galadriel happens upon the little 'family,' her own 'child' was with Thranduil. A unicorn foal and a baby dragon together was probably a recipe for trouble.

She hangs back a little, watching, before she decides to approach.

"Legolas. Tauriel." A nod is given to each.

Most definitely a recipe for trouble. Though Legolas is no happier that they seem to be placing others, those who have more reason to be wary of dragons, in the company of their child.

"Lady Galadriel." He dips his head politely, hand to his chest before glancing back at the dragon. Very rarely does he let his eyes off of it, though Tauriel is better suited with eyes unchanged by the castle.

Tauriel lets Legolas' greeting count for both of them, mirroring his gesture and bending her head respectfully with a hand over her heart.

It is at least a relief that she is sharing this experience with someone she knows. Having to do it with a stranger would be even more frustrating.

"And who is your small companion?"

It says something about the time she's spent here that she is able to discuss a dragon with such an amicable tone. She's not quite casual about it, but her expression is certainly more one of curiosity than any sort of nervousness.

Legolas gives the young dragon a look between disgust, fear and concern. Sure, it hadn't tried to murder them (yet) but what's to say it won't later? Legolas isn't even sure if it's a girl or boy. He doesn't dare try to check.

"Ah, it hatched from an egg and has followed us since."

"Much like your Iestivren," Tauriel says, referring to the little unicorn that has been given to Galadriel and Thranduil.

Should she and Legolas be choosing a name for the dragon as well? It might be convenient, but it would also feel... a little bit odd.

"He seems a touch more trouble than my Iestivern is like to be, however." She pauses, looking between the two for a moment before continuing. "If there is aught that I have learned during my time here, it is that not all is as it might be in Arda. One of the dearest friends I made here was a dragon."

It's meant as a reassurance- that there's nothing inherently evil about the small creature before them.

We're not naming the dragon, Tauriel. It can keep being called 'it' until it's gone and even after. At least Galadriel and his father got something decent though, he can take comfort in that if nothing else.

"He has already started breathing fire." So yes, a touch more trouble. And while Galadriel may be right, Legolas can't help the wary glance he gives the dragon now.

Tauriel does not feel quite so hostile toward the thing anymore, sometimes she even finds herself thinking the creature a little endearing.

Usually up until it tries to set fire to her hair again.

"Admittedly there does not seem to be much malice to it. More like... misguided play."

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