Glaurung lay on the cold surface of the rock he swished his tail from side to side and breathed heavily, The sunlight shone onto his golden scales causing him to almost look as though he was glowing. “Morning” said Borin Glaurung nodded his head as a sign of approval, Borin ran his hands over the dragons wings The scales were as hard as diamands but looked as though they could be easily snapped. Glaurung was borins dragon, One of the last dragons in the world and had to be protected at all costs. Borin unsheathed his sword and swung it side to side the pommel was filled with a large sapphire, The edges of the blades were lined with red making it look like it was covered in blood. So what now? said Glaurung Borin shrugged and said “What ever we wan…” he was stopped by a loud horn that Sounded familiar. “Orcs” he whispered as Glaurung let out a puff of smoke.

Finally some fun! he laughed Borin chuckled and said “Right you are” He saddled Glaurung and heaved himself onto his back then they were ready.