A large, mostly black dragon was facing down the dragon who had singed the hobbits. The black dragon's tail was lashing in anger, and now everybody was much more nervous than they had been with only one dragon in the area.
The black and white dragon stared the other dragon down, and flames licked the air between them. "S'cuse me, there, dragon. I'm a friendly lady, I am, and I don't go in for confrontation. But these little folks are my friends. Singe just one more hobbit, and my mercy will run out!" Shoots of flames burst into the air as punctuation, and the other dragon took a step back. He had come for dinner, not a battle. This wasn't on his planner for the day.
"Birdie!" called a voice amid the consternation, and the dragon looked down. "Gamba! Hello!"
"You'd better listen to her, " Gamba remonstrated to the other dragon. "She's formidable. She toasted the base of Meneltarma, she did."
"Oh, you've brought me a glass, you little dear, " Bird cooed, and shrank and melted down to little-lady size, her black tangled hair blowing in the breeze. Gamba placed a kiss on her cheek and she gratefully accepted the glass.
"To Bilbo and Frodo, inspirations to all of us who seek illumination, " Gamba intoned.
"My Goodness, " Bird exclaimed. "I mean, Hear, Hear! Cheers, Bilbo and Frodo!"
They drank, and Birdie turned to Gamba. "That was beautiful!"
"Stole it from Ancalimon, " Gmaba muttered. "Umm, that dragon is eyeing you again!"
Bird turned back to the dragon, drew herself up to her full height, and said, "I'll deal with you yet!" and promptly turned into a Jackdaw.
"Whoops, " cawed the jackdaw. The dragon smiled, suddenly delighted, and took a deep breath. The jackdaw suddenly disappeared, and a little voice spoke in Gamba's ear, "Let's move along, there's a good fellow."
"Birdie, you turned into a neekerbreeker?"
"Ssh, hush, " said Bird. "Wine, it was the wine. Keep moving."
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...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.
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