-=- Hithaeglir and Dragons -=-

The storyteller says 'As you surely have heard, I have travelled all the'

The storyteller says 'known, and much of the unknown lands, and let me tell'

The storyteller says 'you...'

The storyteller looks around, making sure people are listening.

The storyteller says 'Anyways.. Once I travelled far east to a place the fair'

The storyteller says 'people call Hithaeglir, but some youngsters kept'

The storyteller says 'referring to them as the Misties. I, however, think'

The storyteller says 'that these mighty mountains should be known by their'

The storyteller says 'correct name, and not something foreign, nor something'

The storyteller says 'common...'

The storyteller says 'Mind you... Names are important. Ask the Dwarves - they'

The storyteller says 'will tell you.'

The storyteller says 'Or rather... They won't. Since they consider names way'

The storyteller says 'too important. Only True Friends of theirs get to know'

The storyteller says 'their real names.'

The storyteller says 'Ah well... Where was I?'

The storyteller pauses.

The storyteller says 'Ah! The Misty Mountains, yes...'

The storyteller says 'While travelling an area known as the Ettenmoors, which'

The storyteller says 'lie slightly northeast of the hidden house of Elrond'

The storyteller says 'the Half-Elven, I came across a hostile tribe of men -'

The storyteller says 'old allies of the Witchking the old tales say...'

The storyteller says 'One of them, an ancient tracker, who pitied me... er..'

The storyteller says 'I mean who was awed by my hunting and tracking skills,'

The storyteller says 'took me to his private shelter, a cool damp cave not'

The storyteller says 'far from the river Bruinen itself, and told me this'

The storyteller says 'story...'

The storyteller's face wrinkles, as he tries to recapture the tale.

The storyteller says 'He had been travelling deep into the mountains on one'

The storyteller says 'of his many journeys, and there he (accidentally)'

The storyteller says 'stumbled across an underground network of caves... He'

The storyteller says 'was, however, too experienced in his art to explore too'

The storyteller says 'deep into these caverns - as he could sense the evil'

The storyteller says 'lurking within. He kept babbling about it being the'

The storyteller says 'home of some sort of gigantic lizard, who was as fierce'

The storyteller says 'as the fiery depths of Udun itself...'

The storyteller shakes his head and chuckles at the thought.

The storyteller says 'Some people never learn... Believing there are dragons'

The storyteller says 'still alive these days... I tell you, I have fought'

The storyteller says 'many a dragon in my life, but there are none left...'

The storyteller says 'Personally, I must have slain more than a dozen of the'

The storyteller says 'foul beasts. But they simply don't exist anymore.'

The storyteller says 'However, I do wonder what was in those caves... Some'

The storyteller says 'kind of smoke machines created by the stinking goblins'

The storyteller says 'perhaps.'

The storyteller says 'The Goblins? Let me tell you...'

The storyteller pauses to catch his breath...

The storyteller says 'Nah - nevermind... I will save you that story for some'

The storyteller says 'other occasion.'