Hubris

Far-Flight stuck his nose into the tent, waking Toothless and Hiccup from their nap.

"It is time..."

Toothless hopped to his paws and let Hiccup get on after helping him up. They left the tent and settled down outside where Far-Flight, Sky-Dancer, Flame-In-The-Night, and Moonbeam, their eyes gleaming different colors, were waiting for them in the darkness. As usual, no one could see a sunset, partially because of the cloudcover but also because the mountains were in the way.

Toothless and Moonbeam nuzzled noses first, and then Sky-Dancer and Far-Flight similarly greeted both of their sons.

"We are flying now," Flame-In-The-Night growled.

"Alright, you all remember where to go?" Hiccup asked.

Flame-In-The-Night huffed and pointed with a paw.

"Straight to the east, over the destroyed city to a valley in the far mountains."

"Yes, that's it. Do be careful, all of you..."

Sky-Dancer nuzzled Hiccup's cheek.

"We will. We know how to hide on our hunts," she hummed.

Toothless then licked Moonbeam's face.

"And you, my dear mate, you fly with care."

"You know I will," she hummed back.

Hiccup and Toothless stepped back as the other Furies smoothly hopped into the sky and vanished into the darkness. Toothless whined softly and hung his head as they flew off.

"They know what to do. They'll be fine," Hiccup whispered, still unsettled himself at the thought of those four flying off to Minas Morgul.

"I know they will. I just wish that I could be with them to protect them and that I could... fly unseen like them."

Hiccup winced at the reminder of what Toothless couldn't do.

"Sorry that the tailfin isn't good enough for that..."

Toothless barked in alarm and shook his head.

"No, I was not saying that the tailfin is bad. It is amazing and good."

"Even so, I'll keep thinking if I can make it better. Lightning isn't something I can really work with..."

Toothless hummed softly and nodded.

"I understand. Lightning is not safe for you to touch."

Hiccup rolled his eyes and chuckled.

"I don't know. Now that I think about it, Lightning is very friendly. She even licked me after I helped her with Hunts-Golden-Light. I'm also very sure that Hunts-In-Deep-Waters is not death himself."

Toothless snorted and stomped a paw on the ground as he laughed.

"So the cub is not the unholy offspring of lightning and death itself?"

"You got it! I knew my dragon brother was so... clever..."

"Very funny. You think you are so smart..."

"Well, yeah, I'm the clever one..."

"What am I? No! Do not answer that!" Toothless barked.

"Wasn't going to, bro! I still love you as you are..."

"I should drop you on the ground, but... you still need a new foot-paw..."

"Yeah, I'll take care of that before too long. How about we go hang out with Wings-Of-Ice? We can keep him company right now."

Toothless purred softly.

"Good idea. We should comfort him while everyone else is away."

They set off for the tent that Wings-Of-Ice had been given to rest in a short distance away. Interestingly, Snowflame was already there, laying on the ground just outside the tent.

"Snowflame, how have you been?" Hiccup greeted her, not having seen her yet since his injury.

She hopped to her paws and stepped over to greet him as Toothless settled down.

"I am well. What about you? I heard that you lost a paw!" she huffed and sat down next to them.

He held out his leg with the stump. She whined softly as she stared at it. Then she gently nuzzled his cheek while purring in comfort.

"That is bad! I hope you get better soon."

"Thanks. I'll be fine. I can make another foot just like I made Burning-Star a new tailfin."

She hummed softly in thought.

"You cannot make Wings-Of-Ice a new wing, can you?" she warily asked.

He slowly shook his head.

"No. There's nothing I can do about that..."

"I did not think you could. Are you both here to comfort him?"

"Yes, we should be here with him as packmates. He needs us," Toothless whispered.

Snowflame hummed while staring at her paws.

"He is my second-sire through Windripper, and that makes him kin to me. He is still very cold in his soul-fire," she said.

Toothless huffed.

"Then let us warm him."

They continued together into the big tent, and they saw Wings-Of-Ice listlessly resting on his belly, his tailfins under his chin. Toothless sat down on his left side, the one without a wing, and Snowflame sat at his other side.

"Wings-Of-Ice, how are you?" Toothless asked.

"Cold and lost."

"We will share warmth, and you are not lost. You are here."

Wings-Of-Ice huffed.

"I am Wing-Of-Ice now. My old name is not me anymore..."

Toothless winced, though he accepted that his packmate was correct. Something that important changing about life would make it good to change one's name. At least the new name was more accurate.

"No, your old name is not you. But you are still part of the pack. You are no less to any of us."

Wing-Of-Ice snorted.

"Lies. A grounded dragon is useless... unwanted... and not a true dragon. I am... much less now."

Toothless softly growled.

"Less in what you can do, true. But being grounded does not stop you from helping the pack, being a good mate, and being a warm sire. You are no less to your kin."

Wing-Of-Ice stared at the interior of the tent, deeply exhaled, and closed his eyes.

"Are Flame-In-The-Night and your kin flying to that bad nest-city?"

"Yes, they will find the lost dark wings and save them from being thralls."

"Good for them. Maybe someone can be saved," Wing-Of-Ice grumbled and then covered his head with his tailfins.

Toothless, Hiccup, and Snowflame glanced between themselves without saying anything. Hiccup carefully climbed down to Toothless's side so he could rest there.

Silence fell as they all rested in peace, Toothless and Snowflame purring softly to comfort their packmate. Hiccup found it difficult to fall asleep; he was too worried about everyone flying to Minas Morgul. All they knew was that the Nazgul would probably be away, there would not likely be many enemies in that place, and the dragons there might not be as violent as the others had been. There was not much of a plan beyond getting there and figuring out what to do to help them.

They should be back in the morning if nothing goes wrong. Please let nothing go wrong...

"Wake up!" Moonbeam barked.

Hiccup and Toothless woke up in the darkness and flew to their feet. She had stuck her nose into the tent, and her eyes glowed in the faint light. It was not even dawn yet.

They immediately hopped out of the tent to greet her and speak freely.

Toothless nuzzled her nose and purred, very thankful that she was back safely. Hiccup briefly held her head.

"Where are the others who flew? Is everyone fine?" he asked, not seeing anyone else outside.

"Yes, we are all fine. We found them and got the other dark wings out. They are up in the mountains above the city. That Morgul place is very bad... and chills the soul-fire..." she hissed.

They both breathed sighs of relief that nothing had gone wrong.

"How many are there?" Hiccup asked.

"Eight new dark wings. One pair, Dances-In-Shadows and Sun-Spark have two young, Dancing-Flame, a fledgling, and Hidden-Star, a cub. The other pair is Ashen-Whisper and Tempest-Cloud with their cub, Cloud-Whisper. There is one other fledgling: a male named Bagronk. He has no living sire or dam anymore."

Hiccup frowned, feeling nothing but pity for the fledgling; that young Fury's parents had definitely been among the three that died in the fighting. Then he winced as realized that there was a two out of three chance that he had killed either the fledgling's father or mother. He did not know and did not want to know if that had happened.

Gods, anyway, his name sounds different. Wonder what it means... if anything.

"What is happening with them?" Toothless asked.

She looked up toward the mountains.

"We want you to meet them. Flame-In-The-Night offered to let them into the pack again. The pair that was thrown out of the pack regretted flying away, and Flame-In-The-Night wanted to let them back in the pack for their young to be safer. The other pair and the alone fledgling never knew the pack."

Toothless hummed in agreement.

"That is good of him. Hurting the young by keeping them out of the pack because of bad their sires and dams did would be wrong. We should go meet them."

"I'm ready," Hiccup nodded.

Wing-Of-Ice was still asleep with Snowflame there to watch over him. Still, they woke her and told her what they were doing. Then they took to the sky and ascended alongside the mountain until they rose far above the peaks of Minas Tirith. By doing so they flew up through the dark layer of clouds that had rolled back over the Pelennor and the city overnight. The clouds smelled of sulfur and were very thick.

Then they emerged in the clear and crisp air so high up that the snow never melted.

Even in the darkness before dawn they could see the clouds that rolled and flowed below them like an ocean. The snowcapped mountain rose up from the clouds like an island lit by the moonlight and the starlight.

Moonbeam led them up to a rocky plateau covered in snow. There were several Night Furies sitting in the snow.

Far-Flight and Sky-Dancer bounded over to them once they landed. The other Furies remained by Flame-In-The-Night's side.

"Cubs..." Sky-Dancer hummed after giving them each a lick of greeting.

"Mom..." "Dam..."

Far-Flight snorted in amusement as he greeted Toothless. They then regarded the new Furies while approaching them. The adults looked healthy enough, and their young under their wings looked about the ages of Breath-Of-Sky and Free-Flight, respectively. The other one, the lone fledgling, also looked about ten winters old.

The fledglings and adults stared at Hiccup as he and Toothless approached. Hiccup was sure they were suspicious of him, since he was probably the first kind human they had ever met.

What have they been told about us? Probably only bad things...

Toothless settled down before them, and everyone stared at each other.

"So, good to meet you all," Hiccup greeted them.

"This is the human..." one of the new male Furies softly said.

"Yes, I'm sure that they told you all about me. What is your name?"

"I am Dances-In-Shadows."

"And you?" Hiccup asked the female at his side.

"I am Sun-Spark," she meekly answered.

"Hello there, Sun-Spark. Who are your little ones?"

"Dancing-Flame and Hidden-Star," Sun-Spark answered.

Dancing-Flame, the older of the children and a male, stepped forward and spoke.

"We had other names the shadow-Alphas gave us, but we did not like those names..."

The cub, a young female, hid under Sun-Spark's wings and looked very shy, so he didn't want to bother or scare her.

"Good to meet you."

He then faced the other pair and their dozing cub.

"You must be Ashen-Whisper, Tempest-Cloud, and Cloud-Whisper."

"Yes, I am Ashen-Whisper," the male answered while staring at his paws.

"Tempest-Cloud," the female added.

Hiccup nodded and then faced the remaining Fury.

"And what is your name, good dark wing?" he kindly asked.

The fledgling ruffled his wings and grumbled.

"Bagronk..."

"I am Hiccup. What does your name mean?"

"I do not know."

"Well, are you alright after... everything that happened?"

"You mean my sire and dam being dead?" Bagronk casually asked.

"Uh, yeah. I thought you'd be upset about it."

Bagronk grumbled before answering.

"I do not... miss them. They were not kind."

"No?" Hiccup asked in surprise.

"They wanted to use their lives hunting, killing, and eating humans. They hit me a lot and gave me my new name after I did not... want to kill like them."

"Wait, they hit you?"

Bagronk lifted a wing and showed off his side which was covered in scratches, definitely from claws. Flame-In-The-Night growled at what was now visible.

Dances-In-Shadows and Sun-Spark whined softly and clutched their children closer. They and the other rescued pair didn't look like they were violent or abusive at all.

"I'm sorry about that..."

Bagronk just shrugged, which was a very casual response to something so bad as that abuse.

Hiccup shivered and faced Flame-In-The-Night.

"You will be letting them join the pack, right?"

"Yes," Flame-In-The-Night answered, "I told them about where the pack is living and how we live in peace with the human pack of Rohan. These dark wings do not want war or fighting. One pair was not part of the pack, and the other... I forgive for leaving us."

"How did you break them free?"

Flame-In-The-Night growled while glowing a faint blue from his back. Dances-In-Shadows and Sun-Spark hung their heads and looked generally ashamed of themselves while Ashen-Whisper and Tempest-Cloud didn't react.

"The trap was in their thinking. I helped break the teeth that were holding them there. Now I will take them to outside Edoras so the full pack can meet them. They should not stay here."

Hiccup nodded in agreement. These Furies staying anywhere near Gondor was definitely not a good idea after everything that had happened.

"Alright, we will stay here with Wing-Of-Ice and Snowflame, and we'll let you know if anything else important happens."

Flame-In-The-Night nodded once.

"Be careful with Dark-Fire. I do not think he is only bad, but he is still dangerous enough that he must stay in chains. I will... come back for him after I take them to the pack," Flame-In-The-Night growled.

"We understand," Toothless nodded.

Flame-In-The-Night stepped away, glanced at the other Furies, and the new Furies flew away with him, their flights turning for the northwest.

Hiccup, Toothless, Moonbeam, Far-Flight, and Sky-Dancer watched the others fly away.

"Did you know them from before?" Toothless softly asked.

Far-Flight hummed.

"Only a little. Dances-In-Shadows and Sun-Spark were new mates then, and they were young enough that they made bad choices. I am glad they did not let much rotted thinking into their soul-fires."

"We do not know the others. They were not in the pack before. But we think they will be good new packmates," Sky-Dancer added.

Moonbeam then barked to get their attention.

"We should go back to Wing-Of-Ice and Snowflame."

Toothless hummed in agreement and glanced at his parents.

"Yes, we should. And you should both rest after your rescue flight. Maybe you could tell us about it."

Oddly, Far-Flight and Sky-Dancer whined and looked away. Even Moonbeam stared blankly into the distance.

"No, my dear cub, we will not talk about that place. It is a very bad place filled with shadows and... twistedness that has no words..." Sky-Dancer mumbled.

"I will be glad if I never see that place again," Far-Flight whispered.

Seeing the two normally brave Furies so uncertain was all that Hiccup and Toothless needed to know. Minas Morgul was a bad place that they were glad they did not need to go to.

"Alright then, we should fly," Toothless proposed.

"Nothing wrong with taking a moment to enjoy the view," Hiccup added.

All five of them remained on the mountain a while longer, simply standing together and looking out over the flowing clouds that were being buffeted by the western wind. It was too dark to see the color of the clouds, but it was nice to not be underneath them in the constant shadow they cast upon the world.

Gandalf was waiting for them when they returned. The Wizard was already smoking a pipe.

"Good morning," Hiccup cheerfully greeted him from on Toothless's back.

"What do you mean, good morning?" Gandalf gruffly muttered while waving a hand at him.

"Uh..."

"Is this a morning we should be good on? Do you feel good this morning? Or maybe you mean that the morning itself is good instead of bad," Gandalf continued.

"Those all sound good..." Hiccup answered.

Gandalf chuckled.

"Indeed. I wanted to check on you. I felt something was amiss, and now I see that your entire family is here."

Far-Flight stepped forward.

"Yes, we flew to that bad place and we found eight of our kin. We freed them and brought them back. Flame-In-The-Night is flying with them to Edoras."

Gandalf nodded.

"And those dragons are peaceable?"

Far-Flight grumbled and nodded.

"Their thinking is not very twisted, and they were the ones who were young or otherwise did not want to fly to kill humans. We think that they can live in the pack in peace."

"Good. Were you seen there?" Gandalf warily asked.

"There were a few Orcs, but we avoided them. There were none of the twisted-dragons or shadow-life-Nazgul."

Gandalf sighed in apparent relief.

"Good, very good. Do you know if Mordor has any more of your kind?"

"I do not think so. There were no others that flew from our pack, and those we rescued said that they had not seen any others."

Hiccup addressed Gandalf.

"One of the new dragons has a strange name. It was Bagrunk or something like that. Do you know what it means?"

Gandalf visibly grimaced when he heard that name.

"Master Haddock, do not speak that name again. That is the Black Speech. I hope that dragon chooses to take a new name now that it is free. Its name means cesspool or dungpit."

Hiccup gasped in shock and anger that the Fury's parents had named him something so vile. That was even worse than the Viking custom of naming a kid something hideous. At least that practice was supposedly protective and not only malicious. Naming a kid 'dungpit' was absolutely indefensible.

Gandalf continued.

"The entire present Fellowship and the leaders will gather early this morning to have a last debate regarding what we must do now. I would ask that you, Masters Haddock and Burning-Star, should join us."

Toothless nodded.

"We will be there."

The tent was very, very large, and it had several different banners flying outside it. The banners were those of Gondor, a white tree on a gray background; Rohan, a white horse and red-gold on a green background; a blue and silver banner; and a flag with a white ship shaped like a swan on blue water.

The Rohirrim guards stepped aside to let Toothless and Hiccup inside. They saw a large table covered in maps and around which there were many chairs. Dozens of torches illuminated the entire meeting.

Gandalf, Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, Merry, Pippin, Faramir, Theoden, Eomer, and three men whom they did not recognize were all seated around the table. The three strangers looked almost like Elves.

Toothless helped Hiccup down so he could sit in a chair. Hiccup did so and then remembered seeing two of the strangers back in Rivendell.

Those are Elladan and Elrohir, Lord Elrond's twin sons!

"Good, they are here. We can now begin," Gandalf formally stated and stood to begin the meeting.

"The battle of the Pelennor was a great victory, though many lives were lost. Our Enemy has suffered a defeat, yes, but behind the walls of Mordor our Enemy is regrouping."

Gimli slammed his gauntlet on the table.

"Let him stay in Mordor and rot! Why should we care?"

"We should care because the force he sent against the city was perhaps only a tenth of his total might. The loss of the Witch-king and the dragons he had brought to his side is the greatest loss he suffered."

Gandalf then leaned against his staff.

"And yet, for all the grandeur of war and the victory we won here, ours is the lesser part to play in this game. Frodo and Sam have passed beyond my sight now. I can share with you what I believe their plan is. They passed near to Minas Morgul and took the pass of Cirith Ungol."

"That is what I surmised also," Faramir nodded.

"That path is treacherous, for now they must make their way across the plateau of Gorgoroth: the barren wasteland which Boromir spoke of long ago. It is riddled with ash, dust, and poisonous fumes. There are also many thousands of Orcs that stand between Frodo and Sam and Mount Doom."

Gandalf then looked around the table and saw all the worried expressions.

"There is no plausible way that they can reach the mountain without our aid."

"Our aid? What can we do?" the lone stranger asked.

"That, Prince Imrahil, is where we must trust Sauron. More specifically, we must trust in his pride."

Everyone looked very confused, thoughtful, or both.

"Think about the outcome of the battle from his perspective. He knows that Aragorn has come forth and that I am fighting on behalf of his enemies. He also knows that we found his Ring. Now, his first army has been destroyed, his dragons killed or taken, and his captain utterly ruined. What must he believe has happened?"

"That one of our great ones, Aragorn or yourself, now wields the Ring," Theoden answered.

Gandalf nodded and started pacing, his hands behind his back.

"Precisely. That we would seek its destruction is a possibility he cannot fathom. He does not know his deadly peril and the thread upon which his doom now hangs. He knows that the Ring would always betray us to return to him. He believes that one of us would set himself above the others and that strife would build between us. Then the Ring would find a way to return to his hand. He also knows that the one of us who claimed the Ring would grow overconfident and would think that he is great. What would we do if that were the case? What would a prideful heir of Isildur do if he had claimed the Ring?"

Aragorn stood.

"I would probably gather all the men I could and march against Sauron now, fresh off the victory here and believing that the Ring would let me challenge Sauron directly."

Gandalf grimly nodded.

"And so we must do. We must gather all the men we can spare, and march against the Black Gate."

Silence fell as everyone thought about the suggestion. Gimli summed up what everyone was thinking by scoffing.

"We cannot achieve victory through strength of arms," Eomer countered.

"No, we do not need to. We need not even engage the forces of Mordor in battle. We must only act as Sauron expects we would if we had the Ring. He will gather his strength and send his army to capture us if he can. We will be a diversion to draw his gaze to us so that Frodo and Sam can cross the Gorgoroth unhindered. He will be blind to anything else that moves in his lands."

"It is a sound strategy. Even if we all should perish, it will be worthwhile if Sauron meets his end," Aragorn declared.

Gandalf faced Theoden.

"How many of your riders could do this? How many would be part of this last move in the game?"

Theoden frowned and leaned back in his chair.

"I have no more than five-thousand who could ride. Some of those have already been dismissed to ride to their lands."

"How many could Gondor spare?" Gandalf then asked Faramir.

"Between my rangers, the reinforcements from Dol Amroth, and the men who can be spared from the city, we could send... about five-thousand also," Faramir answered.

Prince Imrahil laughed.

"Surely this is a jest. We would send ten-thousand to attack the Black Gate?"

Aragorn nodded.

"We must do so, for that is what the Ring would lead us to do. Hubris would be our downfall, and we must trust Sauron's pride to be his doom."

Aragorn then strode over to Faramir and Theoden, clasping their shoulders in turn.

"We will unite and march all able-bodied men as can be spared. Our peoples will be as one again in this."

Faramir and Theoden nodded back to him.

Prince Imrahil then turned to Hiccup and Toothless.

"What of the good dragons? Will they play a part in this feint?"

Gandalf frowned and shook his head.

"No, I would not have them be involved at all in this. They have done much for us already and have saved many lives at great cost. Their flying into Sauron's direct gaze could also be very... perilous for them."

Hiccup nodded and stood.

"Many of them also need to heal or are too weak to fight now," he explained.

Toothless looked around the table and got everyone's attention.

"We can still help protect this city and Rohan while you are threatening the enemy. Most of the pack has already flown home to Edoras," he said.

Gandalf then stood at the head of the table and looked over everyone assembled.

"Do any of you object to this plan?"

Gimli leaned forward and put his hands on the table.

"There is a certainty of death and a small chance of success, so what are we waiting for?"

Hiccup snickered in amusement while others around the table also chuckled.

Yep, Dwarves and Vikings would definitely get along.

Gandalf looked pleased at everyone's enthusiasm.

"It is decided. We will begin the march later today. Faramir, I would advise that you remain in the city and preserve the peace here while preparing the people for departure. Abandoning the city will be painful for all, but their moving to the western cities would be most easily achieved while the army is on the move. There are also the wounded here who must be tended to. You can best oversee such matters as the Steward."

Faramir nodded in assent.

Hiccup lay a hand on Toothless's neck as they both thought about this news about the planned trick everyone was going to play on Sauron.

"I am glad that we do not need to fight more," Toothless whispered.

"Same here. We've been hurt enough, and we don't even need to fight for this to work."

Aragorn strode over to them after the meeting seemed to have ended. Everyone else started hastily departing.

"Do not feel that you are not aiding us. You and your kin have done enough already," Aragorn softly said.

"We can help guard the city and the non-fighters, as I said," Toothless answered.

"And that is a worthy deed. The fewer guards are needed here, the larger the force we lead to the Black Gate."

Hiccup stared in awe at the departing horde of knights, footmen, and cavalry as they marched to the northeast. The Rohirrim and Gondor soldiers had prepared and started moving within hours after the council decided what to do. Men and women had started running wildly between the camps and tents as they carried news to everyone.

There was no opportunity for further words of parting with Gandalf, Aragorn, and Theoden, mostly because there was a lot of preparation that happened in those few hours.

He knew that Merry was staying behind on account of his lingering condition from having helped strike down the Witch-king. Faramir was also staying in the city as the current Steward.

"Gods, their plan feels like one I would have come up with," Hiccup mumbled.

"Totally crazy, stupid, and likely to get yourself killed?" Toothless chuckled.

"Yep, that's me! Well, it was, but, honestly, those good old days are over for me," Hiccup sighed.

"What?"

Hiccup shrugged and leaned against Toothless's shoulder as they watched the hundreds of departing soldiers ahead of them. However, he wasn't truly paying attention to the soldiers anymore.

"Almost dying and almost losing a brother at the same time... made me think about my priorities and helped me learn something. My wingsuit was fun while it lasted, but... I'm grounded now."

"True, you should make new wings for yourself."

Hiccup shook his head.

"No, I shouldn't. Those wings were a way I was pretending to be a dragon. My flaming arrows, the armor, the wingsuit... all of it was me trying to not be a human. Pretty stupid, huh?"

Toothless grumbled, "Why did you want to be different?"

"Same reason I was bad to you before. I didn't trust myself... because I couldn't live up to my old tribe's expectations. All my flying like a dragon and trying to make myself into a great, dangerous soldier was me trying to be something I'm not. I'm not a dragon or a warrior."

"You killed a Mordor dragon."

"That was luck, not skill. And that's not me anyway. I'm not supposed to fight. Being a warrior isn't how I can make a difference. There are enough soldiers in the world. No, it's enough for me to love my family and to work to help get you Furies accepted. That is who I am."

He paused before continuing.

"I've been afraid of normal human parts of life because I didn't really know or accept what I was. Now I do."

"What are you really saying?"

Hiccup rolled his eyes.

"What I'm saying is I see nothing wrong with living a quiet life from now on. Working in Edoras as a blacksmith, helping to spread peace and get you Furies accepted in more lands, and maybe even having a family of my own with Adney if she will have me, I'd be happy with that life."

Toothless purred and nodded.

"I agree. That would be a good life."

Then he chuckled after glancing at Moonbeam as she took a nap by his side.

"While talking about cubs, what do you think my and Moonbeam's cubs will be? They will not be Night Furies or Light Furies only. They will be both and neither."

Hiccup thought about it, not sure what Toothless's kids would rightly be called.

"Hmm, night and light together. We could call them Night-Lights, but that's a really silly name."

"Not as silly as Hiccup," Toothless muttered.

"Alright, that's one more fish to you. Anyway, I would suggest you keep Fury in the name because it is very ironic; you all aren't furious at all except when you should be."

Toothless then chuffed as he realized the obvious answer.

"I have it! I know the name! They will be Dawn Furies, or Dawn Wings."

Hiccup agreed wholeheartedly after only a moment of thought.

"Yeah, I like it! Night, Light, and Dawn. It's perfect."

Together, they glanced up at the cloudy sky that completely hid the sun. The clouds had become thicker over the last couple days as the darkness deepened.

"I would like to see dawn soon," Toothless grumbled.

"What type of dawn are you talking about?" Hiccup chuckled.

"Both," Toothless solemnly answered.

They remained together in silence as they rested in peace with Moonbeam. Far-Flight and Sky-Dancer were resting with Wing-Of-Ice and Snowflame. Everyone was now resting and recovering after the massive battle.

Hiccup deeply exhaled and leaned against Toothless's shoulder. He was very relieved that there was nothing for any of them to do except wait and heal. They had done their part, and the rest was now up to others.

Still, the thought of Frodo and Sam indomitably making their way across Mordor on their way to Mount Doom was a very concerning one. Hobbits definitely didn't belong in such great missions, and yet they were. Everyone's fate now depended on those two Hobbits in the middle of what was, by all accounts, Helheim.

Author's Note – This is probably one of the rare occasions in which a chapter titled Hubris doesn't involve tragedy for our protagonists.