Disclaimer: I do not own the Inheritance Cycle. I only own the OC Michael Draven/Ancalagon.

The sound of claws scraping and clicking across the ground filled the throne room as Ancalagon approached the figure seated upon his throne. That figure was the dwarf king, Hrothgar, who Ancalagon had requested an audience with which was granted after Orik sent word. Eragon and Saphira had already been seen to by the dwarf king yesterday, so Ancalagon figured that he might as well have his audience now rather than later.

Ancalagon came to a stop several feet from the king, and then addressed him. Hail to Hrothgar, king under the mountain, welder of Volund, descendent of Korgan.

Image Hrothgar's surprise when he heard the dragon speak in clear dwarvish. He shifted and sat straighter, his eyes became intense as he studied the dragon before him.

"A dragon who not only shows respect but knows our tongue? I was told you are one of the savage wildborn beasts yet you seem far more civil than that blue one that was here with her Rider, Why is that I wonder?" Hrothgar inquired.

"I was raised by a pair of humans who found my egg. They took care of me and taught me many things. The history of these lands, the tongues of many races, even politics.

"Hmm, then they were wise people." Hrothgar leaned back in his throne. "Tell me, dragon, why have you come here? I was alive long before Fall of the Riders, when their order was at the height of its power. I saw wild dragons for myself. They were nothing but untamable, savage beasts, too selfish and unbothered by the happenings. Yet the Mad King didn't spare them his blade after he betrayed the Riders. If there are any who are still alive, they would've long since left these lands to find home elsehwere, but not you. You of their kin, who possesses far greater intelligence than they, have chosen to aid us against Galbatorix. I ask why? Is it truly out of desire to help? Or is it because of the new Rider's dragoness?"

With respect, King Hrothgar... Ancalagon growled lowly and leaned his head in so the dwarf king could look him in the eye. I will speak of my kind as I wish... you will not. I understand your people and mine were at war once, but do not ever think to insult them in front of me again. My kin may have been wild, fierce and violent, but your race is no different, the same with humans, Urgals and the... elves. A low growl came from him when mentioning the elves.

Hrothgar stared at him for a long moment before chuckling slightly. "Most who would speak to me that way would've not lived to see the end of today. It's an admirable quality that you defend your race, regardless of their actions in the past. But back to my question; why are you here?"

To protect my friends and see Galbatorix toppled from his throne. Ancalagon said firmly. He's been a brat playing King for far too long. As long as he lives, there is no future for my kind. And I, the last free dragon who is unbound to a Rider, will not allow the fate and future of my people to rest in the hands of those who have hunted them and take pleasure in it. No, I will see to it that my kind prospers once more, for I am more dangerous than any of my fellow wild dragons.

"So I've heard." Hrothgar said lowly. "The news of Gil'ead's destruction has reached my ears, talks of a silver beats bringing lightning from the sky, the shadows bending to his will, something that I saw for myself when you bound one of the Twins with the shadows. Perhaps, you are even more dangerous than the King's dragon."

Far more dangerous. Ancalagon emphasised. There is no hope for Shruikan. He's been bound and corrupted by Galbatorix for far too long. I only hope that killing him will bring him peace and end his torment.

With his piece said, and feeling that there's no more to be said, Ancalagon turned to leave when Horthgar called out to him. "And what of the elves? i could hear a little rage, anger, disgust in your words when mentioning how elves are no different when it comes to violence."

Ancalagon stopped there and stared ahead but responded. How did the war between my people and them start?

Hrothgar furrowed his brows. "Because an elf hunted and killed a dragon-"

Exactly. Ancalagon turned with a growl. My people were natives to this land, the elves weren't. They foolishly thought we were game to hunt, rather than understand that we wished to be left alone. And the elf who made the first kill? He presented his kill like some trophy. is it any wonder why my people got angry and responded back with violence? the bloodshed didn't need to go for as long as it did, and the elves sure as hell didn't need to cause the event called Stone of Broken Eggs, when they, in the dead of night, attacked a mountain containing dragon eggs which they smashed!

Ancalagon inhaled deeply, forcing himself to calm down.

I do not care if peace was brought in the end, the war ended, I don't care if the elves suddenly began worshipping my people, nothing will make them atone for their actions in the war. Killing unhatched, innocent hatchlings was nothing but an act of cowards. Ancalagon said with a snarl. if I ever meet the elves, they had better keep their distance. I don't hate their kind, but to try and forget the pain they've caused my people is to spit on the graves of the dragons who fell, of the hatchlings who were killed before they could hatch and take their first breath into the world.

With that, Ancalagon took his leave, leaving Hrothgar in silence.

Okay, a very, very, SHORT chapter... but hey, it's something, right? Don't worry, he doesn't hate the elves... but that doesn't meamn he won't forget the actions they've committed against his people. While Ancalagon may have been human before he came to this world, he's started to become more dragon now, thinks like one and all that.