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misbehavingmaiar:

glaurungx:

misbehavingmaiar:

glaurungx
replied to your post “If the dragons are your children, are you the Father ofDragons?”

“Father of Dragons”, the last I checked, referred to myself. Possibly for clarity, in the minds of confused mortals.

Oh yes! Because you were the first dragon they’d ever seen! And MY first, first out of the shell, a precious pretty golden scale-dumpling, a wee bitty egg-tooth still on your noseums. ❤

So tell me, “Father of Dragons”, when do I get my first clutch of grand-eggs, hmmmmm?

“As soon as a worthy ‘Mother of Dragons’ presents herself.”

*winks to camera*

Hear that, ladies? He’s ♬ ~ siiingggllleee ~ ♪ eligible bachelor, ahoy!

-momentary look of pure, undiluted, Platonic-ideal regret-

Just look at that throat-pouch! I’m surprised no one’s snapped you up already!

Oh, just listen to me, I’m being embarrassing again. You’ll settle down when you’re ready. *kisses Glau on the headfrill*

Besides, I can’t blame you for focusing on your career. Those elven fortresses aren’t going to burn themselves to the ground! Aaah, you make me so proud… *sniffle*

glaurungx:

misbehavingmaiar:

glaurungx
replied to your post “If the dragons are your children, are you the Father ofDragons?”

“Father of Dragons”, the last I checked, referred to myself. Possibly for clarity, in the minds of confused mortals.

Oh yes! Because you were the first dragon they’d ever seen! And MY first, first out of the shell, a precious pretty golden scale-dumpling, a wee bitty egg-tooth still on your noseums. ❤

So tell me, “Father of Dragons”, when do I get my first clutch of grand-eggs, hmmmmm?

“As soon as a worthy ‘Mother of Dragons’ presents herself.”

*winks to camera*

Hear that, ladies? He’s ♬ ~ siiingggllleee ~ ♪ eligible bachelor, ahoy!

glaurungx
replied to your post “If the dragons are your children, are you the Father ofDragons?”

“Father of Dragons”, the last I checked, referred to myself. Possibly for clarity, in the minds of confused mortals.

Oh yes! Because you were the first dragon they’d ever seen! And MY first, first out of the shell, a precious pretty golden scale-dumpling, a wee bitty egg-tooth still on your noseums. ❤

So tell me, “Father of Dragons”, when do I get my first clutch of grand-eggs, hmmmmm?

A symphony of small clanks, thuds and groans followed the progress of four squat legs hauling a still-outsized body across the forge floor. A spade-like head appeared suddenly from under a large table, looking around to check that the legs it had found did indeed belong to Master’s favourite underling. The dragon attached to the head radiated smugness. “Your forge was defective. I fixed it.”

A giant, gold, spiny-scaled head suddenly appeared on Sauron’s lap, interrupting his sketching and bumping the table, spilling ink over his freshly drawn schematic.

He held his breath for a count of five seconds, eyes shut as he made his peace with the destroyed work of the past hour, before parsing the looming, far more worrying disaster at hand.

“What,” he swallowed, voice taught but steady, “Do you mean.”