"As I said, they were weapons of the Enemy, perhaps the greatest of His creations - we still don't know what beasts he twisted to create them, but they came in varied sizes, with Ancalagon the Great being the greatest of the winged drakes, a beast of truly terrible size, such that in his fall he broke the very mountains he landed on. Some had wings, some breathed fire, others poison, and rumor spoke of ones in the cold north that breathed ice. All of them were terrifyingly cunning, and most of the cold drakes and fire drakes had speech, although some of the lesser beasts of later years were loosing that. Glaurung, Father of Dragons, we think was some maia spirit that inhabited a body, and to his offspring he passed his power of the mind, so that to look in their eyes was to find your mind enslaved and confused, allowing them to destroy you at will, or worse."
He shudders. "We met Glaurung as a juvenile, and my cousin's archers drove him back. But when Morgoth unleashed him in his prime, with his perfected offspring in his wake... Ai! They burnt our lands to ash, and our armies withered in their flames. I tried so hard to hold them back, but even the river ran dry in the flames."
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"As I said, they were weapons of the Enemy, perhaps the greatest of His creations - we still don't know what beasts he twisted to create them, but they came in varied sizes, with Ancalagon the Great being the greatest of the winged drakes, a beast of truly terrible size, such that in his fall he broke the very mountains he landed on. Some had wings, some breathed fire, others poison, and rumor spoke of ones in the cold north that breathed ice. All of them were terrifyingly cunning, and most of the cold drakes and fire drakes had speech, although some of the lesser beasts of later years were loosing that. Glaurung, Father of Dragons, we think was some maia spirit that inhabited a body, and to his offspring he passed his power of the mind, so that to look in their eyes was to find your mind enslaved and confused, allowing them to destroy you at will, or worse."
He shudders. "We met Glaurung as a juvenile, and my cousin's archers drove him back. But when Morgoth unleashed him in his prime, with his perfected offspring in his wake... Ai! They burnt our lands to ash, and our armies withered in their flames. I tried so hard to hold them back, but even the river ran dry in the flames."