Glaurung smiled and lines of flame flared from his nostrils.
He was having more fun than he had ever had since he first broke forth from Angband. A reunion of Team Melkor! How exciting. He would get to play with elfling minds with Thuringwethil, feast with Ungoliant, and Gorthaur... Gorthaur would be there too, he supposed. It was a shame that Gothmog and Carcharoth were not present on the tumblr to join in on the fun.
The orcs and new 'uruk-hai' Gorthaur had once ruled were really quite an organized force. Glaurung was impressed. For all everyone had talked about Gorthaur and his failures, his troops moved swiftly and in fine formation. He would need to compliment the Maia on his handiwork in the future.
He was somewhat worried about the easy-burner Curufin's new blade, the twin to Anglachel that had killed him, made by Eol the Dark-Elf. That was no matter. He had discovered in the dwarf-mine that his new body was endowed with wings like his progeny Ancalagon and Smaug had. A sword would not reach him from the air.
Glaurung was very much looking forward to making slaves out of the elflings of 'Imladris'. When they all woke up naked, amnesiatic, and disoriented, he would feast with Ungoliant, Thuringwethil would torture and play. Gorthaur would... well, Gorthaur would do whatever Gorthaur did.
