(OOC: post 2, more still to come)
At that moment a pair of golden orbs, larger even than the eyes of the Great Eagle Meneldor, appeared in the gloom beneath the stone awning.
"Approach, son of Angmar," said the disembodied voice, full of intelligence and malice.
The Zaugoth strode haughtily across the floor, the heels of his tall black boots clicking on the polished granite. When he stopped at the edge of the shadow, the eyes slid towards him until the great reptilian head that bore them revealed itself in the light. Its scales gleamed like those of the granite serpents on the gates and its horns appeared as sharpened onyx.
"I see the eyes of Angmar you have, when he was a man. You also bear his blade. But I also see the marks of Númenor upon you. And you bear the strange metal of the dark elf, Ëol. These things are a mystery to me," said the dragon, "or would be if I hadn't heard tell of your approach, Dirk of Esgaroth!"
Strained silence followed. Dirk withdrew a pace and the dragon advanced, stretching out its great neck.
"Yes, man of Laketown, I know you. Do you think that I have not eyes and ears beyond the walls of my prison?"
The dragon raised its great head toward the light and screeched terribly. Moments later, the light dimmed briefly and there came two more screeches in reply - the cold drakes were circling above the triple peak of Carn-dûm.
"Númenorean, adventurer, swordsman, and Mithril Knight." Dirk sucked air between his teeth. "Oh yes, I knew that too. Your charade may have fooled the maggots, but not me," said the dragon. "But where are my manners? I know you, better than you thought it seems, but you do not yet know me."
With that, the great beast slithered from beneath its awning. Suddenly what had been a giant hall now seemed only a tiny chamber to Dirk. It reared on its hind legs but could not stretch to its full height. The dragon unfurled its giant leathern wings but touched the walls before they reached their full span.
"I am Mauglar the Mighty. As you can see, I have grown much since Sauron sealed me in this chamber. I have grown greater even than my brother Smaug and my father Ancalagon. I was among the first of my kind, brought to being within the bowels of Angband by the true Master, Melkor; and now I am the last and greatest of my kind. I was there when the walls of Gondolin fell. I crushed its stone with my own claws."
Mauglar dropped to all fours and dug his massive fore-claws into the stone, which gave way as if it were newly-tilled loam. He lowered his head until his huge eyes were level with Dirk's.
"There is still more to you than is apparent, isn't there?" Dirk froze as the dragon reached out with a stiletto-sharp onyx claw and ever-so-lightly touched the blood-soaked Galvorn rings at his side. "And there is more to this wound than pierced flesh as well."
Dirk stood silently, suddenly feeling small and lost. Moments passed that felt like ages, until he thought of his friends - and his mission.
"Nevertheless, Mauglar, I am the ruler of this realm and your master by birthright." His voice was shrunken. It had returned to its raspy whisper and was being absorbed by the blackness that surrounded him.
"The heir of Angmar you may be, but not a ruler and never my master," said Mauglar. "However, since you entered into my chamber and declared your identity, you have freed me from my prison, and for that I will not kill you outright. You may rest here until you succumb to your wounds and die peacefully. Let it not be said that I am ungrateful. Farewell, son of Angmar."
With that, the dragon gathered himself over his massive haunches. In the same moment Dirk also prepared to spring. The dark warrior proved quicker. With the absolute last of his strength, Dirk lunged.
Drawing Neleg Amlug as he leapt, Dirk grasped the hilts with both hands, preparing a mighty thrust. Mauglar gasped in pain and surprise as the black blade found purchase between the scales of the dragon's massive chest. Sparks, heat, and dazzling otherworldly light exploded from the confluence of steel and scale as Dirk drove his blade into what would prove to be its final home. For as Dirk slumped to the floor at Mauglar's stamping feet, he held only the hilt in his charred, ruined hands.
"And that… man of the West… will be…your… last act."
The beast raised itself onto its haunches once more. Mauglar then attempted inhale deeply. Instead, he winced in pain and drew his breath in slowly, deliberately. He opened his toothy jaws and Dirk prepared for a mighty rush of flames to erupt.
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