During these times, the Dark Lord Melkor hardly got out of Angband, his Dark Stronghold. It is a cruel, dark place in which there is no place for light and goodness...

And yet sometimes Melkor has moments free from constant hatred and darkness. Dragons are his great weapon against living beings - but also his beautiful creations. Probably the only creatures he has a slightly selfish attachment to.

And now, in the depths of Angband, Melkor spends his time with dragons. Several dragons are lying on his lap, one has climbed onto his shoulder. Young Glaurung, the eldest, but still a young dragon - already too big to lie on the Master, sprawled across the huge room, resting his muzzle on the armrest of the chair on which Melkor is sitting. Melkor says something to his dragons, teaches them his truths... Soon these magnificent creatures will become as destructive as they are majestic...

And Melkor would be very, very unhappy if he was disturbed by someone at that moment...