Silveria joins the battle for the lonely mountain and shows that not all dragons are evil and that even tho a dark lord creates them, it doesn't mean they'll serve him. She reunites with some she never thought would be friends and flys to the silver...
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Evening came. Outside, Gandalf and Bilbo are sitting and smoking pipe. Silveria sits beside them but in her dragon form. "Old Toby. The finest weed in the Southfarthing." Bilbo says and blows a ring of smoke, and Gandalf blows a smoke ship that sails through it. "Ahh! Gandalf, Silveria, my old friends. This will be a night to remember!"
The party is in full swing; the fireworks are going off, and festivities are well underway. Some hobbits come in, staggering under a load of an enormous birthday cake, candles already lit. Others, including Frodo, are dancing to music being played by the band. Sam casts sidelong glances at a hobbit-lass dancing. Bilbo greets his guests inside the marquee. "Hello, hello, Fatty Bolger, lovely to see you! Welcome, welcome!" He says with a smile. Frodo takes a break from dancing to join Sam. Silveria joins them.
She's dressed in an elven dress as that's the only thing that fits her. Lucky she had one of her own. "Go on, Sam! Ask Rosie for a dance!" She says, smiling softly. "I think I'll just have another ale," Sam says, uneasy, and gets up, but Frodo grabs him. "Oh no, you don't! Go on!" He pushes Sam to the dance floor and into Rosie's arms. Frodo laughs aloud along with Silveria. Gandalf is setting off fireworks. "Whoa!" He exclaims with a laugh. Fireworks explode over the party field, a vast glittering umbrella in the night sky which changes into spears and whizzes away into the distance.
Bilbo is telling stories to the hobbit children gathered at his feet. "There I was, at the mercy of three monstrous trolls! And they were all arguing amongst themselves about how they were going to cook us, whether it be turned on a spit or whether they should sit on us one by one and squash us into jelly." A cute hobbit child gasps and shakes her head. Bilbo continues his story. "They spent so much time arguing the wither-to and why-for that the sun's first light cracked over the top of the trees — poof!" Hobbit Children gasp.
"And turned them all to stone!" He ends. Gandalf, laughing, returns from his cart with more fireworks. A young hobbit appears from behind the tent, signaling his friend to get onto Gandalf's cart. "Quickly!" He calls to his friend. Gandalf releases a busy shower of firework butterflies to the amusement of the hobbit children, who try to catch them. "Whoa! Up they go." He says merely. Silveria watches him from her spot with a smile on her lips. Her advanced ears twitch a little at the sound of one of Merry's voices.
She smiles as she hears their plot. But ignored it and continued to watch the party. Her thoughts drift to Smaug. She had to leave him again. Luckily he understood that it was for a cause with Gandalf and let her go.
The second Hobbit grabs a vast red firework and disappears inside the tent. His friend nonchalantly chews an apple and strolls after him. Bilbo is still greeting guests. One of them seems to have an inexhaustible supply of children. "Mrs. Bracegirdle, how nice to see you! Welcome, welcome. Are all these children yours?" Mrs. Bracegirdle laughs and nods. "Good gracious. You have been productive!" Mrs. Bracegirdle passes on. A familiar strident voice assails bilbo's ears.
"Bilbo?" Frodo then comes over, and Bilbo turns to him and hurriedly says. "S-S-Sackville-Bagginses!" He grabs Frodo, and they head into another corner of the tent. "Quickly! Hide!" He exclaims. Frodo and Bilbo hole up behind a tent fold as the Sackville-Bagginses search for him and then retreat balked of their prey. Bilbo breathes a massive sigh of relief. "Thank you, my boy," Bilbo says and sighs again, and Frodo chuckles. Bilbo then becomes more serious. "You're a good lad, Frodo." Frodo stares at his uncle, perturbed by the change of tone. Silveria listens from her spot as Bilbo talks.
She hopes that he'll tell Frodo. "I'm very selfish, you know. Yes, I am. Very selfish... I don't know why I took you in after your mother and father died, but it wasn't out of charity. I think it was because, of all my numerous relations, you were the one that showed real... spirit." Bilbo says. Frodo looks at his uncle wearily. "Bilbo, have you been at the Gaffer's home brew?" He asks. Bilbo frowns and says, "No. Well, yes. But that's — that's — not the point. The point is, Frodo — you'll be all right." Silveria sighs in disappointment.
The two hobbits inside the tent have managed to get their firework ready to light up. "Done," Pippin says and lights the fuse. Merry's face gets worried, and he exclaims, "You're supposed to stick it in the ground!" Pippin gets the same expression and defends himself. "It is in the ground." They pass it to and fro like a hot potato. "Outside!" "It was your idea!" Just then, the firework explodes upwards, throwing them onto the ground and taking the tent up with it.
High above the crowd, it bursts into the shape of a flaming dragon, turns, and swoops slowly towards the merrymakers. The hobbits make a hurried attempt to get out of the way. Silveria's face is drawn in a smile as she watches the scene in front of her eye. "Look at that!" One hobbit says. Frodo's face is lit momentarily by the dragon's flame. He shepherds Bilbo out of the way. "Bilbo? Bilbo, watch out for the dragon!" He exclaims, and Bilbo says back, confused.
"Dragon? Nonsense! There hasn't been another dragon except for our friend in these parts for a thousand years...." Frodo pushes Bilbo to the ground. The dragon swoops low over the hobbits' heads, fly off, and bursts into a beautiful finale over the lake. Hobbits clap and cheer. The two Hobbits, now covered in soot, gaze proudly at their accomplishment. "That was good!" One exclaims. "Let's get another one!" Explains the other one. But before they can run off, Gandalf comes up behind them and grabs them each by their ear.
"Meriadoc Brandybuck, and Peregrin Took. I might have known." He says and looks down at the two young hobbits. Silveria chuckles and stays at her spot, who's a little away from the central part of the party but still close enough. Merry and Pippin, under Gandalf's eye, are washing the piles of plates.
