Morning Mist and Silver Sun by StarSpray

Roaring Fire

for the instadrabble prompts: heart, stroke, encounter, fire

Elrond had never encountered a dragon before, but he had heard tales. Now, heart in his throat, he watched a host of them spiral up out of the mountains, almost like bats. They did not roar, but the fire that streamed from their gaping jaws did. On the ground, the orcs cheered and shrieked and gibbered.

There was nothing else to do but continue to fight—stroke, parry, thrust, repeat—and hope that the dragons did not come near him.

Then black Ancalagon came, and from the west to meet him flew Vingilot with the Silmaril brighter than any flame.