Agon doesn't openly question Bellona's assertion that she can keep watch all night, at least.

Hopefully it's quiet again.

Nothing disturbs them in the night, this time.

More rabbit for breakfast, then.

Sadly, yes. Agon, at least, is a skilled hunter, and knows what plants can safely supplement their meal.

"The dwarves should have more varied food," Agon comments.

"Another reason not to delay."

She laughs. "It's a pity I can't join you."

"Ending a centuries-long feud in an afternoon is beyond the scope of alchemy."

"Sadly so."

Onward?

Onward!

They've made it to an actual road - broad, clearly meant for wagons - and nearly to the gates when a shadow blots out the sun, rapidly passing over.

And then a second, just as big.

"Dragons?"

Agon stills, staring up in moderate alarm. "Seems so."

"-I'm blaming you for this, Lion."

"Why me?"

Dragon number one: banks and circles a bit.

"Because you were the one who wanted to fight a dragon. And you're tall enough to hide behind which is a positive in this one situation."

Dragon number two lands on the road in front of the walking party.

Bellona huffs. And, cheerfully, to the dragon: "Hello!"

Dragon number one lands on the road behind the walking party.

"A human, an orc, and a suit of metal, all walking to Moria. A curious thing."

"Sounds like the start of a bad joke."

"Quite. Are you going to Moria?"