The king as healer dedicated himself to his task, eschewing any moments of respite. This ought to have been the hour of his glory, the long-awaited day. However, he found himself unable to dislodge from his mind the haunting vision of the sorcerer king reducing the hero of Middle-earth to mere ash. What a hero he had been... a dragon. An entity born of the shadows, one that had unfailingly striven to fulfill their every whim. A creature that had delivered them from the clutches of Moria, subsequently guiding them to sunder the Ring. And valiantly had it fought beneath Gondor's banners, reducing Sauron's armed forces to naught. Then it had vanished, leaving no trace. Dissipating into the very ether in a veil of smoke.