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<strong>Hall</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Fire</strong> <strong>The</strong> Un<strong>of</strong>ficial Lord <strong>of</strong> the Rings Roleplaying Game Webzine Issue 28 March 2006 Page 37<br />
<strong>The</strong> Dragon’s great form was across the courtyard, before<br />
the donjon and the gates. Terror began to creep into both <strong>of</strong><br />
their hearts and then the fell-beast breathed a gout <strong>of</strong> flame over<br />
the bridge and their Dwarven companion.<br />
Seeing Lûnduf die, Edrahil became absolutely enraged and<br />
his incantation took effect. He would catch this dragon’s<br />
attention and keep it. It would hopefully allow enough time for<br />
Camentir and Dirnhael to deliver a blow that would save them<br />
all.<br />
“MORGOTH’S WYRM! YOU HAVE TAKEN ONE OF<br />
OUR COMPANIONS AND FOR THIS YOU SHALL FACE<br />
OUR WRATH!” But then the Sindar began to envision a man,<br />
not unlike Fengel, and the man was in a great struggle with a<br />
dragon. <strong>The</strong> dragon was lame.<br />
“HA! HA!” laughed Edrahil, “YOU HAVE SECURED<br />
YOUR OWN DOOM IN A NOT TOO DISTANT DAY!<br />
COME LET US ENGAGE!”<br />
Enraged and emboldened with Edrahil at his side, Durgil let<br />
fly an arrow in a bit <strong>of</strong> haste. <strong>The</strong> shot, aimed for the beast’s<br />
head, missed and sailed <strong>of</strong>f, crossing the path <strong>of</strong> the dragon’s line<br />
<strong>of</strong> sight into the distance. Cursing his luck, he quickly grabbed<br />
another and prepared to fire again.<br />
Seeing the immense flame shoot forth from the terrible wyrm<br />
Daelhun’s shielded arm immediately shot up to protect his face,<br />
the meager buckler not large enough to have even protected his<br />
arm, yet it was a reflex to the terrible power that the wyrm<br />
displayed. Though fear gripped him, Daelhun spurred on his<br />
horse yet again, riding to the spot where the Dwarf had fallen<br />
into the moat. He reached for Nain and heaved him up onto his<br />
horse with all his might.<br />
Coming after Daelhun, Fengel’s eyes went wide as he reined<br />
in his steed. He could not believe that his friend had just<br />
perished before his eyes. He was not quick enough to save<br />
him. <strong>The</strong>n he remembered that Lûnduf had pushed Nain into<br />
the moat and he was still in grave danger. Trusting that his<br />
comrades would distract the dragon, Fengel rode now with all<br />
speed he could muster from his horse to the aid <strong>of</strong> Daelhun in<br />
retrieving Nain.<br />
Stunned by the actions <strong>of</strong> his companion and then the icy<br />
chill <strong>of</strong> the freezing water, Nain had barely stood again when he<br />
spotted the burned remains that had once been his friend. One<br />
might have seen a tear sliding down his cheek was it not for the<br />
chill water that was leaving its own trails. Lûnduf had saved his<br />
life and died for it. <strong>The</strong> Dragon would pay. He began clambering<br />
toward the shore when he felt himself being hoisted bodily <strong>of</strong>f<br />
the ground and onto the back <strong>of</strong> a horse. One <strong>of</strong> the humans<br />
that had ridden to save their captain he could only assume, they<br />
all looked alike from the back. He hoped this man wouldn’t<br />
suffer the same fate as Lûnduf for his bravery. Nain held on, still<br />
furious with the Dragon and with himself for being too terrified<br />
<strong>of</strong> the creature to do anything else.<br />
With Nain on his horse and Fengel now at his side,<br />
Daelhun pressed his steed once more and they raced away from<br />
the bridge, the moat, and the Dragon<br />
Dirnhael was carefully manuevering around the massive<br />
and deadly beast when he heard Edrahil - the Elf had never<br />
seemed so... emotional. <strong>The</strong>n his words hit him: one <strong>of</strong> his<br />
friends was dead. He was too late. Was it Nain, who had already<br />
lost his brother to another vile beast in these lands? What a<br />
tragedy to befall one family! Or was it... Dirnhael could barely<br />
think it... Lûnduf, his companion since the day he left Tharbad<br />
so long ago?<br />
As it all sunk in to Dirnhael’s mind, he knew that Lûnduf<br />
was dead. He knew that Edrahil respected Nain, too - but<br />
Edrahil’s sorrow and rage clearly came from the loss <strong>of</strong> a dearer<br />
friend. Dirnhael quailed. <strong>The</strong> death <strong>of</strong> his close Dwarven friend<br />
would be a wound to his heart that would never heal... another<br />
one...<br />
Andúring grew icy in his hands; now almost painful to the<br />
touch, and Dirnhael knew that he would honor Lûnduf best not<br />
by collapsing in grief, but rather by avenging him and saving his<br />
kin, “I swear it,” he said under his breath.<br />
Rage began to swell within him as he motioned to Camentir<br />
to stand ready at the dragon’s tail. As for himself, he would<br />
move farther along. <strong>The</strong> blood in Dirnhael’s veins ran as cold as<br />
the ancient blade in his hand. For the first time in his life,<br />
Dirnhael - Dúnadan - wanted to kill. <strong>The</strong> dragon’s tail no longer<br />
concerned him - he wanted its heart!<br />
Scatha was not a young Dragon, but neither was he old.<br />
Still, his body reflected the many scars and wounds that he had<br />
suffered at the end <strong>of</strong> the First Age and the cataclysm that<br />
occurred with the destruction <strong>of</strong> Angband. <strong>The</strong> Dragon had<br />
slept many countless years in hiding, slowly healing, when the<br />
wraith-king came to request his aid. More time and healing<br />
would have been necessary to fully recover, but the Dragon<br />
knew he was strong enough to deal with these puny people.<br />
He listened to the voice yell out to him and immediately<br />
knew Edrahil for what he was, a Sindar, an Elf, one <strong>of</strong> those that<br />
for so long had been a bane to his kind. <strong>The</strong> Dragon gave a<br />
gurgled laugh and spoke, “YOU WISH TO ENGAGE ME!<br />
DEAR ELF, I AM BEYOND YOUR ABILITIES TO<br />
OVERCOME! YOU AND THESE FEEBLE MEN ARE UPON<br />
DEATH’S DOOR AND FOOLISHLY YOU SPAR ME WITH<br />
WORDS! I AM SCATHA! I AM MIGHT!”<br />
<strong>The</strong> Dragons voice boomed in the night air, yet undaunted<br />
by his words, Edrahil responded, “FORGET THEE NOT<br />
SCATHA THE MIGHTY - IT WAS A MAN, AKIN TO<br />
THOSE WITH WHOM I ALLY THAT STRUCK THE<br />
KILLING BLOW TO GLAURUNG, FATHER OF<br />
DRAGONS! SLIGHT THEM NOT IN THEIR COURAGE<br />
AND WILL, TO YOUR FOLLY!”<br />
With the mentioning <strong>of</strong> Glaurung’s name, Scatha became<br />
incensed and he slammed his mass forward into the gate tower<br />
and wall <strong>of</strong> Eldanar’s outer barrier and the structure began to<br />
tumble apart crashing down into snow and icy water.<br />
“RAAAHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!” roared the<br />
Dragon as a flame emanated from his mouth, licking up over his<br />
long snout like a terrible tongue.