Kill:XX

Children, children.

When did Morgoth begin to panic so

to send out child worms to spew his filth?

Combat.

A baby Glaurung, fell dragon, burbles at Fingon

and holds up two green-gold claws.

The prince shakes his great braids

and holds up his crackling blue sword.

Glaurung invokes Morgoth.

Fingon cries violence,

and aims, as ever, for the

enemy's right wrist.

He saws off a paw. Poison hisses

to the earth.

He wounds, wounds, wounds,

and his world, defiled by blood

is also washed clean with it.

His eyes glint terribly. He sees

Quendi, so many,

frozen to no more speech.

Day gives way to night.

Glaurung spews a sobbing breath of fire.

Fingon laughs, and the final shard of ice

in his being melts.

The centre holds.