[h1]Balerion[/h1]

Balerion listened carefully to Smaug's tale in full. He did not dare interrupt the red drake and allowed him to tell his story without interruption. The only movement from Balerion came him tilting his head or neck at certain aspects of the story. While the only sound that escape his maw were 'hmms' and 'ahhs.' At last Smaug finished speaking, finally giving Balerion a moment to reply. The black dragon said, "I honour you, oh Smaug. You spared no small detail of the affair and thus my curiousity has been quenched fully. What a tale it was!" Bellowed Balerion loudly. "The battle shall be sung by men and dragon alike for countless generations to come! Beyza was considered a respectable dragon by many and too see him fall... No matter. The deed is done. I am pleased that you won, Smaug the Dragon Slayer. I knew you were not to be underestimated for I had seen you in action many times. I still recall the days of when you were a Fire Drake, but alas... I had not only came to know of the battle. There is another matter that we should discuss. Not out here. It is a sensitive topic, perhaps we could enter the mountain? I do not wish for prying ears to hear of what I must say."

[h1]Libra[/h1]

"And what business is that, Besimious?" Roared a mighty, powerful voice from in front of the Three Hopes and Graguth. It stayed within the shadow of the mountain, but the voice of the dragon echoed throughout the Sundered Peak and the lands below as if some form of magic was making the call more pronounced. Stepping out of the shadow of the peak came forth a massive figure. The dragon's blue scales glistened under the sun and his golden underbelly shined more brightly in the light of the sun. His wings were outstretched, showing his vast wingspan and his head was held up high, deeming of such an authority figure such as he. His silver armour glistened and his tail swung behind himself. For this dragon could only be one of the Elder Council and specifically he was Libra, leader of the the Sky Dragon.