[Mithadan]

Angara appeared over the rim of the mountain mere minutes after she had been summoned. She landed lightly before the two and glared at Mithadan before speaking to Piosenniel. "No blood at least," said the Dragon. "Has the Elf regained her wits yet?"

"Yes, Angara," said Piosenniel with a smile.

"Then may I roast the Man for causing you such grief?" continued the Wyrm.

Mithadan shook his head with a smile. "A Dragon who jests?" he laughed. "Varied indeed are the creations of the One."

"Don't be so sure that she jokes," intoned the Elf. "No, Angara. Can you carry us both to the beach?"

"How disappointing," responded the Dragon. But she allowed the two to mount her and perch behind her sinuous neck before moving to the verge of the mountain and dropping off into the air.

With a rush of wind, they plummeted towards the narrow strand below. Then Angara extended her wings and pulled up to circle briefly before landing. The Man and the Elf dismounted and waved their thanks.

Mithadan paused before walking away. Angara? The Wyrm looked down and responded. Yes, Man? He smiled broadly and patted her now massive forearm. Thank you. Thank you for everything, my friend. The Dragon smiled in a toothsome fashion. You are most welcome Mithadan. It has been...interesting.

Mithadan turned to find Piosenniel standing before Cami, Rose, Bird, Idril, Tuor and Ancalimon. Behind them were many Hobbits and Hobbrim. Cami stood with crossed arms and pursed lips. "Well?" she asked.

Before Piosenniel could respond, Mithadan stepped forward, yawned mightily and answered, "Well what, Lady Goodchild?"