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Frodo blinked, once, twice, three times. Nope, it was still there! The hobbit moved cautiously around the large creature, some things, it seems, never change. You can take part in the war of the ring and the havoc that follows, but you still feel inclined to be cautious around a dragon. While the creature in question,(to no surprise) showed no disposition to be cautious of him, but instead growled low in its throat and paced in agitation. It reared when it spotted him, screaming out a cry and arching its neck to strike. And for the firs time Frodo pondered something, (if one is attacked by a dragon in the undying lands, what happens?!) "I don't think I really want to know..."
"Well I'll be! Where dear boy did you manage to uproot a dragon?" Bilbo came outside looking positively tickled by the creature's unplanned appearance. Frodo pulled Sting from the scabbard with a mental sigh for the other hobbit, wishing he was as pleased as the other to see this beast. A small exclamation of confusion came from inside the logging, and Gandalf emerged not looking half as gay as his companion. For a moment the wizard froze, a sound without purpose slipping from his lips, he tried again. One word,
"Anantaboga..?"