Glaurung

#ask finduilas #ask celebrimbor #golden cakes dipped in wine #if i ate things like that #i would say tasty

I think you would have made a fine mate for the easy-burner, little one. The more easy-burners around, the more fun we who love fire have.

The Iron Hills

Glaurung breathed a jet of hot air. “The first attack should be someone fast. Hmmmmm… that leaves me out of the picture, I suppose?” He looked at Gorthaur, then to Ancalagon, then to Thuringwethil. “Otherwise, I am satisfied with these arrangements. Ancalagon to Angmar and I to the Hills, with enough spoils to sate us both. How… delightful.”

Thuringwethil snorted. ”Fast and deadly, hmm? I suppose that leaves me. I will be coming in from the East, with one wing. We ought to decide who splits into the wings though, yes? To me it would make sense if North and West were originally one wing, and then South and East.”

Ancalagon snorted a plume of smoke. “It is satisfactory to me as well. Delightful indeed, if you would put it as such. And yes, I believe that I can handle the northern front. Father, why don’t you take the south—that way they’ll have a dragon on both sides? The spider can have the West.”

‘Very well,’ Mairon said. ‘We will have Ungoliant informed of the arrangement. While you lot are out there, I will be scouting in the mountains west of the Sea of Rhûn for a place for her.’ He shifted, readying to leave. ‘I am glad you two are not hopelessly greedy louts,’ he said to the dragons as he turned away.

Thuringwethil smiled slightly. ”That will work well, I think. We will be leaving tomorrow afternoon. The rest of today should be spent preparing.” She turned, preparing to follow Mairon, but stopped suddenly and turned back again. ”I trust your smiths have everyone’s armor ready, Glaurung?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Glaurung turned his gaze on Thuringwethil. “Hmmmm… You and Gorthaur, yes, and Ungoliant, but Ancalagon has not been fitted yet. I suppose they must be made to divert themselves from the minor details.” Ancalagon, large as he was, would require most of the Uruk-hai smiths’ efforts. “Though I do think dear Gorthaur here was quite looking forward to his breastplate nipples. Such a shame that they won’t be added now.”

Ancalagon snorted, laughing. ”If that is the case, when will your little smiths come out to measure and fit me for armor? For I do not think I shall quite fit in this little fortress.” After another snort, he added, “But it is such a pity, they would have looked lovely on him, wouldn’t they?”

Mairon’s lips twitched. ‘I’m simply devastated, Glaurung,’ he said. ‘But Ancalagon can go without armour, I hope,’ he added, looking up at the black dragon in question. ‘One could buy half of Rohan with the amount you would need to cover yourself. Your scales are not just for show, are they?’ he asked, raising a speculative brow.

“They are not,” affirmed Ancalagon. “I did not use armor in the past. However, I do not know whether going into battle without armor is wise if, as I have heard, the little Fëanorion has acquired one of the swords of Eol. I think, therefore, that I would not necessarily require armor in this particular campaign, but should we go into battle with the residents of Imladris, armor would be advantageous.”

Thuringwethil cackled, amused by Glaurung’s statement. ”Poor Mairon,” she purred. ”Whatever will you do now?” She mused aloud after listening to Ancalagon, “Perhaps we could get him a plate for his belly right now—other parts of his armor will have to wait until we come back, yes?” Turning to Glaurung and Mairon, she asked “Do you think that can be done within a day and a half, or will he have to wait?”

#ask sauron #ask thuringwethil #ask ancalagon #ask ungoliant #or do you only make rings?

Glaurung paused at Thuringwethil's question. "Hmmmm.... I know the measurements can be done quickly, but I am not so well-versed in the ways of metal working. All the work I do with my gold and mithril is counting." He turned and looked at Gorthaur. "Gorthaur here would know. I seem to remember that he worked as a smith before."

The Iron Hills

Glaurung breathed a jet of hot air. “The first attack should be someone fast. Hmmmmm… that leaves me out of the picture, I suppose?” He looked at Gorthaur, then to Ancalagon, then to Thuringwethil. “Otherwise, I am satisfied with these arrangements. Ancalagon to Angmar and I to the Hills, with enough spoils to sate us both. How… delightful.”

Thuringwethil snorted. ”Fast and deadly, hmm? I suppose that leaves me. I will be coming in from the East, with one wing. We ought to decide who splits into the wings though, yes? To me it would make sense if North and West were originally one wing, and then South and East.”

Ancalagon snorted a plume of smoke. “It is satisfactory to me as well. Delightful indeed, if you would put it as such. And yes, I believe that I can handle the northern front. Father, why don’t you take the south—that way they’ll have a dragon on both sides? The spider can have the West.”

‘Very well,’ Mairon said. ‘We will have Ungoliant informed of the arrangement. While you lot are out there, I will be scouting in the mountains west of the Sea of Rhûn for a place for her.’ He shifted, readying to leave. ‘I am glad you two are not hopelessly greedy louts,’ he said to the dragons as he turned away.

Thuringwethil smiled slightly. ”That will work well, I think. We will be leaving tomorrow afternoon. The rest of today should be spent preparing.” She turned, preparing to follow Mairon, but stopped suddenly and turned back again. ”I trust your smiths have everyone’s armor ready, Glaurung?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

#ask sauron #ask thuringwethil #ask ancalagon #ask ungoliant #it's ok gorthaur just trollin #we all know breastplate nipples are useless

Glaurung turned his gaze on Thuringwethil. "Hmmmm... You and Gorthaur, yes, and Ungoliant, but Ancalagon has not been fitted yet. I suppose they must be made to divert themselves from the minor details." Ancalagon, large as he was, would require most of the Uruk-hai smiths' efforts. "Though I do think dear Gorthaur here was quite looking forward to his breastplate nipples. Such a shame that they won't be added now."

The Iron Hills

Ancalagon seemed to consider. ”What, then, is the ultimate goal that we ‘have our sights on’ as you say?” Shifting, he grumbled, “What is taking Father so long anyway…” before turning his attention back to the two Maiar. ”And I must confess, I disagree. My bulk is not unreasonably large, the rest of you are simply inconceivably small.”

Glaurung craned his neck to look at his companions up ahead. “I am not old and creaky,” he said, snorting flame as his nostrils flared. A larger burst of fire should serve to catch their attention. “I see you’ve all started the planning. Hmmmmmm… I agree with Ancalagon. He’s better served in the field, this is true, but do not think you will be leaving the Iron Hills undefended.” With that, Glaurung bared his teeth, and the sharp points glimmered in the light. “Believe me, anyone who tries to re-take them will end up inside, of course… but as my slave, or in my belly.”

Mairon quirked a brow at Ancalagon’s question. ‘The ultimate goal has always been to conquer all of Middle-earth. That has not changed.’ He greeted Glaurung as the golden dragon approached. ‘Took you long enough,’ he said. ‘Well, are you content, Ancalagon?’ Mairon asked. ‘We will split the spoils, of course. Some will go to our stores, the rest can be halved between you two.’

“I was referring to the more specific version of this goal,” grumbled Ancalagon. ”And hello, Father. But my question was, what is the next target? Where is it that you will attack next?” He considered then. ”And as for whether I am content…. I suppose, since it would only make sense to half it, no matter that both I and Father would want more. Don’t be that surprised,” he added after looking at the Maiar. “Dragons can think in terms other than personal gain; we just generally choose not to.”

Thuringwethil responded to Ancalagon, after greeting his sire. ”We are discussing this. Most likely, however, we will go scouting around Imladris.” Mentally reaching out to Mairon, she inquired How much can we tell them about our plans so far? I think we should keep the trading with the East quiet for now, hmm? Speaking aloud, she told the dragons, “What we are trying to decide is who goes to Angmar and who to the Hills. Treasure should not be a factor, since we will be splitting it evenly between the two of you, with only a small amount for our store.”

Mairon replied, Yes, we’ll keep that to ourselves. ‘Angmar has much greater accessibility to the vulnerable lands of Arnor, and is closer to Imladris. Personally I would place you there, Ancalagon, but you have a choice.’ A very generous choice, he thought to himself. ‘Whoever holds in Angmar will have to run the place independently, however. It is too far for us to give you much support.’

“Very well,” said the black dragon after a moment of consideration. ”It makes more strategic sense for me to be in Angmar. So there I shall go. And running it on my own will not be a problem. Have we any more to discuss, then?”

‘I assume Glaurung is alright with the arrangemnt,’ Mairon said, tossing a glance to the golden drake. ‘If so, then no, nothing else. But we might as well tell you this now; we will attack the Hills from all four sides, splitting twice along the road. Ancalagon, the North front is all yours. You may need to fly ahead of the troops to get there.’ He paused, thinking. ‘Who will lead the first attack?’ he asked them.

#ask sauron #ask ancalagon #ask thuringwethil

Glaurung breathed a jet of hot air. "The first attack should be someone fast. Hmmmmm... that leaves me out of the picture, I suppose?" He looked at Gorthaur, then to Ancalagon, then to Thuringwethil. "Otherwise, I am satisfied with these arrangements. Ancalagon to Angmar and I to the Hills, with enough spoils to sate us both. How... delightful."

#ask smaug #this is the exact sort of presumption i am talking about #how impudent

/smiles

Why, little Smaug, isn't that exactly what I'm doing?

ask-scatha replied to your post: Do you like Scatha or Smaug better? I know you already said that Ancalagon is your favorite.

That was definitely not me. I don’t do things like that.

Hmmmm... Are you sure? You and Smaug were quite silly as hatchlings. Granted, his current airs and associations with crabs points to something stranger. Maybe it was him. /flares nostrils

ask-scatha replied to your post: Greetings, Father.

I awoke near to my old abode in Ered Mithrim. I have reclaimed it as my own. I trust you are well?

/smiles

of course I am well. Dear Lady Thuringwethil has seen to my comfort very pleasingly.

#ask scatha #i suppose smaug was always the odd one #does it come with runtiness?

The Iron Hills

Mairon walked swiftly through the fortress, quite amused by Thuringwethil’s muttered grumbling beside him against the drakes. He understood the sentiment perfectly, however. ‘It will be over soon enough, love,’ he said with a small smirk as they walked out onto the plain. Ancalagon was dozing in the sun, his seemingly endless bulk sprawling across the landscape. He had sent a slave to tell Glaurung to meet them out here, far enough from the fortress to prevent any accidents. No doubt the little messenger would soon be a tender roast for troubling the dragon. Mairon had made sure it was a plump one.

They stopped in front of the black dragon’s head. ‘Wake up, Ancalagon,’ Mairon called. ‘We have matters to discuss with you.’

Thuringwethil hissed at Mairon, grumbling all the while about the ‘damn dragons’ as they walked. She had contemplated kicking him in the shin earlier when he had dragged her our of her chambers, but had quickly decided it wasn’t worth it. At his words, she had replied sulkily, “For you at least. I will have to deal with them at the Hills when we attack, while you are frolicking off in the East.”

When they arrived outside, she stood next to Mairon, impatiently waiting for the beast to get up.

Ancalagon slitted one huge black eye open. ”Greetings, Mairon, Thuringwethil,” he said, looking with some amusement at Thuringwethil, who all too apparently was annoyed and impatient. ”Is something bothering you, Thuringwethil?” asked the amused lump on the plain, idly fanning himself with one wing and shading his eyes with the other.

Thuringwethil blinked, then quickly schooled her face into a mask of happiness. ”No longer, that you are awake, dear dragon,” she replied sweetly, almost cooing. ”Mairon just had something to discuss with you and Glaurung, who I believe will be here shortly.” She turned to the other Maia. ”Isn’t that right, love?” she asked, a slight note of malice in her otherwise chipper tone.

Mairon grinned at her, unbothered by her tone. ‘Mmm yes, he should be coming along any time now,’ he said, glancing back to the fortress. He tilted his head towards Ancalagon semi-apologetically. ‘I hope you don’t mind the wait. He’s old and creaky, after all. Anyway,’ he went on, ‘we’re here to discuss which of you will remain at the Iron Hills after we capture it.’

Ancalagon snorted, a plume of smoke appearing as he did so. ”Well, if he is ‘old and creaky’ as you say, then if someone tries to re-take the Iron Hills he would be inadequate defenses, no?” The dragon then raised his head from the ground to look at both more fully. ”But treasure aside, in terms of war—where are our enemies located? Because, I trust, that no matter where I help I will be duly compensated,” he said pointedly, narrowing his gaze at the two.

“Of course you will,” Thuringwethil soothed, ignoring Mairon. ”At the moment, only concentrate on the Iron Hills—after that, we will tell you what needs to be done.” Pausing to examine the dragon, she said cautiously, “We are thinking that whoever isn’t at the Iron Hills will go to Angmar. There is already a holding there—it just needs to be tidied up…”

Mairon hummed in agreement. ‘Yes, and Glaurung may be creaky, but ultimately the Iron Hills are not the only thing we have our sights on. You and your unreasonably large bulk may be a better asset on the frontline than sitting holed up in the North far from the rest of our enemies.’

Ancalagon seemed to consider. ”What, then, is the ultimate goal that we ‘have our sights on’ as you say?” Shifting, he grumbled, “What is taking Father so long anyway…” before turning his attention back to the two Maiar. ”And I must confess, I disagree. My bulk is not unreasonably large, the rest of you are simply inconceivably small.”

#ask ancalagon #ask thuringwethil #ask sauron

Glaurung craned his neck to look at his companions up ahead. "I am not old and creaky," he said, snorting flame as his nostrils flared. A larger burst of fire should serve to catch their attention. "I see you've all started the planning. Hmmmmmm... I agree with Ancalagon. He's better served in the field, this is true, but do not think you will be leaving the Iron Hills undefended." With that, Glaurung bared his teeth, and the sharp points glimmered in the light. "Believe me, anyone who tries to re-take them will end up inside, of course... but as my slave, or in my belly."

ask-lalinye replied to your post: Greetings, Father.

Dragon, why do *your* children speak to you but not mine?? /pouts

Do you expect me to know, elfing? Maybe your children just don't like you.

#ask lalinye

Greetings, Father.

Scatha! How excellent it is that you are here on the tumblr. That is all of my *better* offspring here now. Tell me, where have you come to wake up?

#ask scatha #this may probably be the best news i have had in a long time #all my important children

Oh, by the way, Glaurung dear, we are going to be attacking the Iron Hills in a few days. Ancalagon has just arrived in Rhûn, you see.

Oh, truly? Hmmmm... It seems I must lift myself from that lovely cask of gold you gave me, then. I must greet him and get my armor finished. This sounds like an excellent little plan.

Now for some fire to warm myself up /smiles

#ask thuringwethil

#I am the fire that birthed the world in the age of him whose name is darkest.

*Raises brow* I watched your eldest ancestor hatch. Don’t get ahead of yourself, O puniest of fire-drakes.

/lips quirk with amusement Although, that may be where you got your size from, my dear diminutive dragon. Glaurung used to be quite small, until Lord Melkor grew exasperated and made him bigger with his magic.

Aye, it is so. He thought my small size inefficient at the task he had set before me. It is much easier to entrance when one’s eye is the size of a mortal head. Though I *am* confused as to why he wouldn’t see fit to comminute the magic over to the egg brood.

Perhaps it was Master Melkor who gave me my new wings.

Hmm… Perhaps he thought it had, especially considering Ancalagon’s size. Or maybe Smaug just got passed over. Who knows?

Maybe it is so. But I would think that would involve him getting out of the Void.

#ask thuringwethil #i have reached out to smaug #he seems a bit touched #he forgets where he came from #i do not appreciate his new ego #he needs to be put in his place.

Who knows indeed. Most like Smaug was just runty. Scatha was of a size with Ancalagon.

Do you think so? Mayhap there is some power left in Arda then. We should seek it out for an alliance once our attack is complete.

#ask smaug #really now little one #why would i need to subject you to that?

Déjà vu? Hmmm... I haven't used that in a while. Then again, why would I subject my own progeny to a hat trick meant for mortal men?

ask-ancalagon replied to your post: So I hear you have wings now, hm? Did I inspire you?

Well. That’s …. weird. *snorts* Well, I did have wings first, so I was just asking.

'Tis weird indeed. When I first awoke in the mine I was confused as to what they were, but I soon came to understand.

Perhaps the Master thought to remake my new form in your image. A hypnotic drake with wings is a perfect being.

#ask ancalagon #no need to be petulant

#I am the fire that birthed the world in the age of him whose name is darkest.

*Raises brow* I watched your eldest ancestor hatch. Don’t get ahead of yourself, O puniest of fire-drakes.

/lips quirk with amusement Although, that may be where you got your size from, my dear diminutive dragon. Glaurung used to be quite small, until Lord Melkor grew exasperated and made him bigger with his magic.