For Marta, who requested gapfillers set during the crucial events of 'The Hobbit', on her birthday.
Celeborn could not believe his ears.
"You ... sent ... thirteen ... Naugrim ... to ... stir ... up ... a ... dragon?"
His heart-son replied calmly as if he were discussing an agreement to trade cloth. "Mithrandir went with them."
The wizard, was, of course, presently sitting at the same council table as the Elves were, discussing how to eject the Necromancer from Dol Goldur.
Celeborn, springing out of his seat, did not even bother to answer the fool. "Orophin! My arms! Erestor, Glorfindel, come with me! Let us pray we are not too late!"
The Lord of Lorien's voice carried as the Elves hurried down the hall. "Erestor, bring your real arms, not those toys you wear to avoid offending me when I visit. Now is not the time for manners! Are there any others here who have fought dragons? Inglor? Good, he can join us."
Mithrandir had also left the room, leaving Elrond alone with Galadriel.
"Really, Elrond, thirteen Dwarves and a Halfling to slay Smaug? You might as well have sent them to Orodruin to vanquish Sauron! Handalóra!"
The Lady then left as well, leaving the Lord of Imladris alone at the head of the ornate table.
Handalóra = "idiot" in Quenya.
This probably violates the canonical timeline more than a bit, but I couldn't resist.
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