"S-Sing? I don't know many songs though.." As she worked her way up to the slightly less damaged skin, she kept carressing his scales with her other free hand. "Sure, how about an old folk song my father used to sing for me?" Elisa sat up a little, and leaned against his stomach with her side. 

"Far over the Misty Mountains rise
Leave us standing upon the height
What was before we see once more
Is our kingdom a distant light

Fiery mountain beneath the moon
The words unspoken, we'll be there soon
For home a song that echoes on
And all who find us will know the tune

Some folk we never forget
Some kind we never forgive
Haven't seen the back of us yet
We'll fight as long as we live

All eyes on the hidden door
To the Lonely Mountain born
We'll ride in the gathering storm
Until we get our long forgotten gold

We lay under the Misty Mountains cold
In slumbers deep, and dreams of gold
We must awake, our lives to make
And in the darkness a torch we hold

From long ago when lanterns burned
Until this day our hearts have yearned
Her fate unknown, the Arkenstone
What was stolen must be returned

We must awake and make the day
To find a song for heart and soul

Some folk we never forget
Some kind we never forgive
Haven't seen the end of it yet
We'll fight as long as we live

All eyes on the hidden door
To the Lonely Mountain born
We'll ride in the gathering storm
Till we get our long forgotten gold

Far away the Misty Mountain's cold."

Her voice echoed through the cave, and everything seemed to quiet. As if every busy bee on the island held its breath to listen to the song. Her eyes blushed bright red and did not look at him for a while when the song had ended.