Everyone tries very hard not to sigh at the way the no-longer-quite-so-young King of Numenor's eyes light up in interest as the report comes through of a dragon. Elros stays professional though - he is King now, and jokes aside, he knows his duty to his people. That much has come down from all sides of his upbringing.

But he does insist on riding out with the army - the Noldor have always led from the front, and this is an example Elros wishes his own people to follow.

(And it has absolutely got nothing to do with the fact that he is a Dragonslayer himself and enjoys the chance to go after one. Absolutely not.)

They have no Silmaril, no Vingilote to meet this new threat in the sky. But they do have the tactics passed down from Beleriand that King Fingon developed, the mounted archers with the great warbows and the newer crossbows that his craftsmen have been working on, as well as the long spears gifted to them by Gil-Galad himself. The dragon-fire proof armor that he wears is a dwarven gift - high honor given to Luthien's own descendent, considering how little love the dwarves hold for her, and testament, Elros knows, to the way Belegost honored Maedhros for his friendship when so many others forgot them. They are as prepared as they can be, as they ride down the coastline, headed towards the storm.

It's time to hunt down the threat to their people.