Morgoth and the golden scales

[The beginning is partly unclear.] There was a dragon named Morgoth, the largest of all.

Now, there’s one thing you should know about dragons: they love gold. But Morgoth didn’t just love gold. He craved it more than any dragon ever had.

One bright morning, Morgoth decided it was time to find more gold. He spread his massive wings and soared through the skies. His sharp eyes scanned the ground below until, at last, he spotted a village nestled in the hills. And in the middle of the village, a glittering pile of gold.

With a roar that shook the trees, he dove down from the sky. Villagers scattered in every direction, shouting and pointing at the enormous black [dragon]. He opened his mouth wide and breathed out a blazing stream…

[A passage is unclear.]

…letting the liquid gold coat his shiny black scales. As the gold cooled, it hardened, covering Morgoth like a golden…

[Words are unclear.] His voice echoed like thunder. He wasn’t finished. Morgoth [unclear] all the gold he could find. Every coin, every crown, every shiny trinket, all of it melted and added to his gleaming scales. By the time he was done, there wasn’t a single piece of gold left in the entire kingdom.

Morgoth was no longer a black dragon. He had transformed into a magnificent golden dragon, shining brighter than the sun.

“Now I’m tired,” Morgoth thought with a yawn. He flapped his enormous wings and flew to a towering mountain. With his sharp claws, he dug a huge cave deep inside the rock.

[The available story stops here.]