Lindo gasped as Mithadan entered. Mithadan turned.
"You brought Bird, " Lindo whispered.
"Or, she brought me, " said Mithadan.
"Let me see her, " said Lindo, hesitant but eager.
Mithadan hesitated too. "She is, ah, a dragon right now," he said.
"Indeed," Lindo whispered, eyes very wide. "Black with a white stripe?"
Mithadan smirked. "You make her sound like a skunk," he said.
"Hey!" Said the dragon, poking her nose out of Mithadan's hood. "Oh, it's that daft singer."
"Nice," snorted Mith, as Lindo began to hum a tune from the drowning of Beleriand, and then very softly he began to sing.
"Raven hair in wind blown tangles
One tress opalescent dangles..."
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...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.
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