Months after, they still hadn't heard from the dark dragon and it's rider, the dragon slayer. Morgoth put the thought out of his mind and put his training and dragon first. Elendial had proven to be a great teacher, but he often wondered where she learned such things.
They were in the middle of one of their routine training practices when there were loud thuds in the air. "What is that?" Morgoth asked above the noise.
"You must get out of here. The rider is coming!" Elendial said. Morgoth did just that and rode Firetongue to the other side of the forest (but Firetongue could still hear and he transferred what they said to Morgoth.)
"What do you want, Saron?" the elf asked the dark figure when it came.
It had a black cape on and was ridding a black dragon that looked absolutely evil.
"You know what I am after," he replied in an icy voice.
"Well, you're not getting it while I'm here!" and she started transforming. "As long as the queen of the dragons is here, you're not getting the last of the pure dragons!" she said.
When she had totally transformed, she was a cross between an elf and a lion with dragon wings. "Witness my true power!" She lunged at him.
She was too quick, so the dragon couldn't block, so she had the dragon in her powerful jaws. The dragon reared up and slammed her to the ground.
While all of this was happening, Morgoth and Firetongue were getting bolder and closer to the fight. Morgoth was surprised that Elendial was the queen of the dragons, but quickly clicked the pieces together. So that was how she knew so much about dragons! As he watched her fight, he noticed how good she was in a real battle and noted all of her attacks for further use.
The battle was equally matched. Elendial sent a couple daggers and dirks, but they would always be deflected. And Saron would send powerful magic to paralyze her, but she would deflect it with an energy shield.
And then it faltered.
Just for a second but it was enough time for Saron to send a powerful attack to strike her down.
Although she wasn't paralyzed, she couldn't fight anymore.
Before he raised his black sword to end her life, he said, "Long live the queen!"
Down and down the sword plunged, but it was blocked by a blue blade. "You're right. Long live the queen!" said Morgoth, Firetongue beside him looking and glaring at his black counterpart.
"So isn't it the last rider of the Pures? I have waited long for this moment! Now you shall die along with your dragon!" Saron hissed.
He tried to swipe at Morgoth, but he blocked it. "You're better than I expected," Saron said.
Again the blades of black and blue collided. That went on for several minutes. They were both equally matched and getting tired out. "No one is going to win this way, so lets see how good you are as a dragon rider," reasoned Saron.
Morgoth silently agreed with him and called Firetongue over and Saron did the same with his dragon. 'Let the fight begin!' sent Firetongue. And they both spiraled upward into the darkening sky.
Scratching and biting at each other the dragons were fighting the battle. The only thing the riders could do was to hang on and add moral support to their dragons.
Being slightly bigger, the black dragon should have had the upper hand, but it lacked the heart of a true pure.
Delivering one final blow, Firetongue watched the black dragon and it's rider fall to their deaths.