Life as a Dragon (LOTR)

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With the battle with the Balrog concluded, I hurriedly returned to the battlefield. My side was still bleeding, and bruises ached as I made my way through the rocky terrain. Our battle had been moving further away, so I could only hope and pray I wasn't too late. For what? I have no idea.

Elrond POV

We watched in awe as Isildur cut the ring from Sauron's hand and finger, all with his father's sword. The once fierce being screamed in pain before his body started to collapse into himself. He had poured too much of himself into the One Ring, and the result was that when it was separated from his being, he could not hold form in Ennor.

With a burst of energy, Sauron, the greatest enemy of Middle-Earth, was defeated. His smoking armor fell to the ground, and the Orcs around us halted their attacks. Looking in disbelief, the dawning realization came over them: They had lost.

The smartest orcs were the first to run, as the blades of Men, Elves, and Dwarves did not hold. With ruthless abandonment, we slaughtered as many Orcs as we could.

Turning to Isildur, I see him staring at The One Ring. His eyes glared with so much intensity and hate that I almost recoiled in shock. Composing myself, I approached him. I could not touch the One Ring for fear of corruption, but Isildur could end the threat here.

"Isildur! Come with me. Quickly!"

Isildur scrambles to his feet and follows me in a daze. I could see that the ring was already starting to take its toll on him and hastened to the Cracks of Doom, where the fire of the Earth that forged the One Ring could destroy it.

Reaching the path up the slope, we encounter the Urulóki. His golden scales were cracked in many places, and a large gash dripped blood from his left side. The once majestic-looking dragon appeared victorious against the Balrog but at a cost.

Nodding my head, I greet him. "Many thanks, my friend. The battle against the Balrog seems to have concluded with your victory."

Settling onto his haunches, he let out a deep sigh. "I was not strong enough to beat him. We were at a stalemate before we reached an agreement. He returned to magma below Mount Doom to slumber again, and I promised to convey to you and the others that he would not rise if he were not disturbed."

Blinking, I processed the information before focusing on the more important task. Glancing back, I see Isildur staring at the large dragon in fear. The drakes of Middle-Earth had long been harassing the Lands of Men for their wealth and food.

Clearing my throat loudly, Isildur's gaze drifts to me. AT least I have some of his attention.

"This is the Urulóki that fought the Balrog and negotiated with Graghin and I."

Nodding his head in understanding, the fear in Isildur's eyes fades as he inclines his head respectfully towards the dragon. The Urulóki nods back before his eyes see the One Ring.

My hand instinctively clutches my sword, my grip tightening in anxiety. Despite how battered he was, I had exhausted my magic, and we would both lose in a physical battle with the Urulóki.

The excitement seemed to spark in his eye as he stared at it until Isildur and I shifted uncomfortably. This seemed to snap him out of his daze, and he turned back to focus on me.

"My apologies, Elrond. I lost myself there," he spoke sheepishly while using a claw to scratch his chin—a very human gesture.

"We go now to destroy it, Urulóki. The Ring must be cast back into the fiery depth from which it came!"

The dragon smiled slightly before turning away and descending the slope. Faintly, I could hear a "good luck" thrown back our way.

Sighing in relief, I released my grip and turned to Isildur. With a nod, we both resumed our journey up the slope. To free Middle-Earth forever.