[h1]Balerion[/h1]

The black smoke trail escaping from the maw and snout of Balerion became thicker and it soon was dancing on the wind as it reached high in the sky. Balerion was searching for any clear sign of Smaug, the ruler of this small kingdom. He did not wish to approach unannounced, especially considering that he had just battled Beyza just mere hours ago. However, Balerion's black smoke had shortly received an answer. For faintly an orange-yellow glow could be seen from the mountain. This was Smaug's doing for certain, Balerion thought as he got closer. At last Balerion could faintly see the silhouette of a red wyrm and with each flap of his wings he could see more and more detail of the dragon he came all this way to see. It was no mistaking it now, this was Smaug. 

Balerion was now very close as the beating of his wings were the sound of an approaching hurricane. The trees down below began to stir and the rocks that made up the mountain began to rattle and shake until at last - [b][i]THUD[/i][/b] - Balerion had landed at the edge of the main entrance ledge of The Lonely Mountain. His figure stood proud as he stretched out his wings for some much needed relaxation from such a journey. He eyed the fire drake before he spoke, bowing his head, "You have many names, old friend, but today you shall forever be known as [b]SMAUG the DRAGON SLAYER[/b]. The destroyer of Beyza, the Solar Drake." Balerion lifted his head back up and continued, "News of your deed are fast moving across the land, Smaug the Tremendous. I had just been informed by Drumagth, who was carrying the corpse of your spoils. Tell me the tale in full, for the curiousity of a dragon can be a powerful thing to control."