The Hobbit: Dovahkiin
In a faraway land, which light and merriment had long ago vanished, deep beneath the earth lay a great cavern, in which could be found a once great city of the dwarves in elder days. Its paved roads and mason walls where hidden and drowned in what seemed like a sea of glimmering star light, but as one would gaze closer, they would see that this star light was instead the sparkle of gold, silver and gems. This hoard of loot had not always been present, but had been place, the cause of it slept deep under the surface, a beast of the now ancient wold, a Wyvern, a Dragon, a deadly and proud creature.
In many ages of the world past, the beast had made its nest in these sunless depths seeking its own solitude. But it had been found by the small and diminutive creatures that too inhabited this old city and they, in fear and wonder attacked the slumbering beast and it, in a fit of surprise and fury unleased a torrent flesh melting flame that not even the cunning stone work of the dwarves could withstand. When those that survived told of the great wyrm that slumbered in the darkness and the fire and death it wrought, a great fear came over their sightless eyes and shadow gripped their hearts, and always they avoided its cavernous dwelling. But in time and generations the fear they felt morphed to reverence and they sort to please the beast to ensure their survival, while they possessed many things they had none they judged fit for the beast, other than the smooth metals and humming gems of the ground walkers that they had taken, of which the creatures had little use.
So one day the leader of the creatures led a party laden with rings and trinkets entered the beast lair, in the darkness they heard the sound of leather and a low rumble as the beast moved its head and watched them approach, as they drew closer they heard the rumble become a hiss and the temperature in the cavern rose. Panicked the leader chittered as the creatures in turn dumped the treasure in front of the beast and retreated to what they considered a respectful distance. The beast of its part stared at them quizzically and giving a huff, lowered its head and returned to its slumber, the creatures chittered pleased and left the cavern but soon at least in the dragon's perspective they returned with more treasure and retreated once again. Soon enough, the pile became a trove, which became a mound, which became a hill, which became a mountain and finally shifting into a sea that filled wall to wall, as the beast fidgeted beneath the treasure.
But one day, they refused to enter the resting place of the beast for they sensed another presence there, one far more powerful and more ancient and they where not the only ones who felt it. Slowly like the shifting of the earth and the tied of the sea the dragon raised its head, the golden crown which it had slept under rolled of the fire red scales and bounced of the bronze horns as its fire filled eyes glowed in the blackness, surveying its domain.
"Wo lost haav dii deylok? Fos kril mey vodremt dii laag?" (Who has entered my domain? What brave fool disturbs my sleep?) The Dragon rumbled, as it climbed out of its glamourous bed.
"Have you truly forgotten me?" said a voice from the darkness and from walked a plain looking man with tanned skin and brown hair. "I am hurt my son."
The dragon froze and slowly turned to the man; its burning eyes filled with a seething hate.
"Hi? Bo wah kahmaar bormah?" (You? Come to gloat father?) Whispered the Dragon, its great maw clenched.
"No Athelstan, I came to talk." The man spoke softly and sat down on a small mound of treasure. "I never knew you to hoard such wealth."
"Daar trimal? Nust los vahlut naal od fahliil, nii ofan niin osos sulvek wah mah dii bah lost kosaan drun vau." (These trinkets? They are left by the snow elves; it gives them some comfort to fell my wrath has been brought off) The dragon dragged his clawed wing over the gold and fine jewels and turned a hard gaze on the man.
"Dreh ni brah tol faan. Athelstan dir pogaan laas tiid vod; hi worax wah tol Bormah." (Do not use that name. Athelstan died many lifetimes ago; you saw to that Akatosh.) The dragon once called Athelstan assumed a low posture, coiling himself tighter as if to pounce.
"Would you prefer Dovahkiin?" (Dragonborn) asked Akatosh and with a swiftness of a storm the dragon snapped his teeth in front of Akatosh's face, and for his part he did not flinch.
"Hi saag hi los het wah tinvaak, nuz pah Zu'u hon los zal nahlii kuyiz mebein ahraan!" (You say you are here to talk, but all I hear is salt being driven into festering wounds!) The Dovahkiin roared as fire bloomed in his chest, its heat causing the gold and silver to wax. "Tinvaak vahzah wah zey! Dreh ni iliis undin hin fask lu! Hi fozir zey tol pogaas!" (Speak true to me! Do not hide behind your soft magics! You owe me that much!)
"You are still keen sighted my son." Akatosh said in a conciliatory voice, which only seemed to infuriate the Dovahkiin further. "I have a task for you."
"Ahsod! Ahsod hi lost fah zey!" (Task! Task you have for me!) The Dovahkiin bellowed "Druv fend Zu'u kuz naan ahsod hi drun wah zey? Hi wo lost laan ahrk kuz ful pogaas nol? Qiiv zey wah daar, urid zey voth vik faan nii ofan" (Why should I take any task you bring to me? You who have asked and taken so much from me? Shackling me to this form, rewarding me with damnation and calling it a gift.)
"It was to teach you and show you how you had fallen!" Retorted the God, "Or have you forgotten you deeds too? Dovahkiin Fahliil-Feyn, Dovahkiin Kriid do Alduin" (Dragonborn Elf-Bane, Dragonborn Slayer of Alduin)
"Zu'u gevild pogaan tet." (I hold many titles) The Dovahkiin purred, he moved his head forward curling his head and neck around his father. "Vir pogaan do dii oo ful riilkei sod kolos drehlaan voth hin kogaan Zu'u tovok? Voth hin nahlon orlaav?" (How many of my oh so monstrous deeds where done with your blessing I wonder? With your silent consent?)
The Dovahkiin brought his maw by his fathers' ear and whispered contemptuously into it, his voice filled with malice and dark delight.
"Vust hi hon pahlokaal fahliil ol nust pleaded wah hi fah niist lahney? Ol Zu'u wahsek Alinor ko yol ahrk dinok? Ful mightily hi zaal zey, tul hi fey hin haal. Zu'u miik niin drem ahrk nust fahraal voth tahrovin ahrk kriivah." (Could you hear the arrogant elves as they pleaded to you for their lives? As I bathed Alinor in fire and death? So mightily you condemned me, yet you stayed your hand. I offered them peace and they answered with treachery and murder.) The Dovahkiin whispered, drawing back and gave his father a baleful smile. "Tol sos fos dreh nok ahst dii feet dreh ful nok ahst hin bormah." (That blood what does lie at my feet do so lie at yours father.)
"There is a dragon that needs slaying." Akatosh growled out at his son, through a dark face. The Dovahkiin's fell into a hard look.
"Til los nid Dovah nidzos, Zu'u los laat ont zos. Zu'u korah hi medven worax wah tol." (There are no Dragons anymore, I am the last once more. I believe you likewise saw to that.) The Dovahkiin said quietly and began to walk to the far side of the cavern.
"Not in this realm, in another far off," Akatosh started, walking through the glimmering sea keeping pace with his son. "The divines there in have called for aid, a darkness that threates all that is green and good is reemerging unseen and would use that dragon to bring low many innocents."
"Vorey gut vau suleyksejun los do nid hahvoth wah zey." (Other far off realms are of no concern to me.) The Dovahkiin rumbled as he tried to quicken his pace.
"If you do this, I shall bestow two gifts on you." Akatosh proclaimed appearing in front of the Dovahkiin. "One now and one upon completion."
The Dovahkiin lowered his head and turned one fiery to his father, it gleamed with suspicion.
"Fos ofan fund daar kos? Ol fahtiid nust straag wah sahlag pentaar." (What gifts would these be? As often they turn to petty punishments.) The Dovahkiin questioned.
"I would gift to you, your old form." Akatosh said crossing his arms. "Once again you would be Athelstan Taloson."
"Fos do tol ziist?" (What of that second?) Inquired the Dovahkiin carefully.
"I would grant you the gift you so desperately thirst for, the gift of men, but only when your task is complete." Akatosh spoke laying the bait. The Dovahkiin drew his head back, his eyes alight with surprise.
"Hi fund bolaav zey Sovngard? (You would grant me Sovngard?) The Dovahkiin whispered and an unintended lust crept into his voice.
"If that is where you choose to dwell after your task is done, so be it." Akatosh nodded, he took a step forward. "What say you?"
"Fos fund hi lost hin Dovahkiin dreh." (What would you have your Dragonborn do.) Said the Dovahkiin, lowering his head and spreading his wings in a mocking bow.
With a flash of light, both man and dragon vanished leaving the Snow Elves rather confused and perplexed, soon they fell into discussion over what they heard but this soon devolved into argument and a religious schism, over which most of their kin where slain.