No one moved for an oh so very long moment, then with a wordless scream of rage Farin charged Toothless. Toothless swallowed the fish he had been eating and stuck his tongue out, Farin thought Toothless was preparing to eat him, Toothless thought the short man wanted to play.

Farin, still unarmed, grabbed Toothless, and tried to wrestle the smallish Dragon to the ground, Toothless thought this was like his and Hiccup's faux-wrestling matches and played along, flopping atop Farin with a smile.

Eldacar and Amroth shook themselves out of their shock to find Hiccup looking worried, and Fishlegs and Astrid laughing! LAUGHING!

Amroth looked aghast at Fishlegs and Astrid while Eldacar wanted to know why they weren't fighting the Dragon alongside Farin.

"M'lord Hiccup!" said Eldacar "Why aren't you attacking the foul beast!?"

Hiccup groaned, he had been worried when Farin charged Toothless that these people might not know the truth about Dragons, and now Eldacar had confirmed it. Wonderful!

"Um…well…you see, he's my… best friend." Said Hiccup

Farin stopped struggling, and Eldacar's jaw fell open to mimic Amroth's.

"Best…friend?" said Amroth in a dangerously low voice, after a few moments had passed.

Hiccup tried to appear both confident and non-threatening, as he still believed this man, and elf, and dwarf, to be good people. Merely confused.

"Yes, he's been my closest friend for five years now. And if you let me, I'll tell you all I know about Dragons… remember we saved you!" said Hiccup, ending with a somewhat authoritative voice.

Farin struggled out from under Toothless and backed over to the other two, his eyes never leaving the Dragon. The three got into a huddle, and from Farin's constant hand waving and palm slamming his plan looked violent. Eldacar looked to be counseling calm, and Amroth kept looking up as if he expected Toothless to attack.

Finally, shoulders slumped in defeat, Farin broke the huddle. Then he looked at the Riders, a bewildering combination of mistrust and trust in his eyes, and said "Fine, what ye tell us about the… creature."

Hiccup, Astrid, and Fishlegs all released a sigh of relief. They told the three to wait a moment and Fishlegs ran off, soon returning with the twins, Snotlout, and Heather… and five other Dragons. Farin looked like he was either going to laugh, cry, or pass out. The others didn't look much different. Amroth paled to a very unhealthy shade when Barf & Belch came in, as a two-headed dragon.

So, in far too many words to recount, and lasting over two hours, the riders filled in the three companions of the Dragon-killing history of their home island, Hiccup's exploits and the taming of Toothless, and how they rode Dragons now and fought the Dragon Hunters.

At the end the riders walked out after telling the three that they would give them some time to think it over. Once outside the three initial riders to meet them told the others about the fact that two of their guests weren't human and about the conversation they'd had.

Heather and Snotlout were shocked, the twins had to be explicitly told not to prank the newcomers.

Soon Eldacar walked out and said they'd talked it over. The riders filed back in and once all the parties were gathered Amroth walked forward and said "Hearing your tale and seeing your peaceable creatures, and the fact that you seem not to be orc-friends. We will not harm your dragon-friends, though we will tell you of the Dragons of our home."

This piqued Hiccup's curiosity and he and the other riders eagerly agreed. Farin then stepped forward, as he and Amroth would be telling this story. "The race of Dragons, at least as far as we know" said Amroth "began with Morgoth, the Great Enemy, Creator of the Orcs, Corruptor of the Maiar, and the Fallen Valar. He was a power once great and terrible until the other Valar chained him and sent him into the unknown, beyond the Doors of Night. His creations in his foul pit, Angband, were the Long-worms, the Cold-Drakes, and the great Fire-Drakes."

Farin now picked up with "The dragons despoiled my people's homes and killed thousands, to harvest the gold and for sheer malice. The last of the known Dragons, Smaug the Golden was killed above the Long-Lake in the Wilderland last year and his foul body sunk beneath its waters after the hero, Bard the Bowman, the new King of Dale, shot through its blackened heart with his Black arrow."

"Wait" asked Hiccup "How do you know the Dragons were malicious?"

"Easy" said Amroth "The dragons all speak the common tongue"…