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   You were standing awfully close for the confrontation of one who was not wanted. The thought came into her head unbidden, so sudden that she could do nothing to stop it. She cast it aside as quickly as she could, as though he might read it before she could press it away. Instead she focused on Nanel’s words, head tilted as she took them in. Some she could recognize, now: Mam and Dad were easy, of course, she’d heard the hatchlings use those time and again. Of the rest, she caught only something to do with fighting, and wondered what that could possibly mean. As far as she knew, there had been no fight between Sankara and her mate. 

     Whatever it was, it seemed to earn Nanel a scolding, and the hatchling was soon hiding behind Lothiriels’s skirts. She looked down at the black-scaled dragon, smiling as she reached out to rest a hand on Nanel’s neck. As hiding place for a dragon, she was by far the worst, but if she could offer comfort she would do what she could. 

      Trouble in the training halls? From what she knew of dragons and their “training”, Lothiriel doubted it would be a pretty sight. Her face went solemn and curious, and she looked up at Smaug to gauge his reaction. Perhaps it was nothing, and perhaps there was something there to worry about. The only way she could think to tell was by the dragon chieftain’s face. 

“Ancalagon’s black wings, if I have to teach those whelps some manners, there will be hell to pay...” Glancing at his niece, he nodded. “Nanel, return to your aerie and stay there until your sire or dame return. The same goes for your brother.” The little black hatchling was nodded and was quick to snap to her chieftain’s bidding. Rubbing against Lothiriel briefly in farewell, she dashed out of the opening of the aerie and swept down the mountain and out of sight.

The young girl was startled, and she instantly, without knowing she did it, squealed and swung her head to look for who said it. She felt a sharp crick in her neck just as she saw the person who said it; she shouldn’t have swung her head so hard. 

Her lungs took in a deep breath, “You scared me.” she said. What a weird man, hanging out in the alleyway. It was gross in there, and it was hard to believe anyone would want to stay there. But that was embarassing… Usually, she would’ve made a remark about how she was a smart kid and could make it out on her own, but that scream wasn’t going to help her case. Hopefully he hadn’t thought much of it.

“Can’t I just go that way?” she said, pointing ahead to the alleyway continuing on into a long, dark and dirty trail of brick walls and pavement. “I just have to get to that big house at the end of this street here, and I can go. I’ll just get lost if I go back.”

“Hm, I know you,” the man smirked, crouching down until he was looking the child in the eye. “You’re Faertholon and Ithilwen’s kid. Well isn’t this just my lucky day.” He noted the package beneath the girl’s arm. Could it be....?

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Benedict Cumberbatch as Samug :v Oh look that’s amazing! He is fire! He is death!

I found an even better size chart for the dragons of middle earth. I’m not sure who made it but props to them.

➢➢➢ I laid low your warriors of old.                      ➢➢➢ I instilled terror in the hearts of men.              ➢I am                       ➢King                               ➢Under                                           ➢the                                                  ➢Mountain!